Many years ago, the family in that memory was accompanied by not wonderful memories. Since childhood, the two parents seem to have been quarreling. Whether it is money, rice, oil, salt or trivial life, they can become the fuse for the quarrel.
Children who don't know how to face this situation can only hide in the corner in fear and hide their existence to avoid being affected. In this way, the child learned to be sensible very early and restrained the willfulness of children. I won't run around, I won't cause trouble to my mother, I just stay at home quietly and play with my building blocks.
But this kind of calm is only temporary. My father is working outside, and my mother is strict with her children. Academic performance has become the standard for judging everything. Every day I have to complete the teacher's homework and write various tutorial books. Not only that, mothers often call the school teachers to ask how their children are doing in school. If there is something wrong, it will be severely questioned.
Looking at the mother's wide eyes, the child could only put down the remote control in fear, and obediently returned to the room to study. The days passed like this, and I couldn't go out to play at will, because I was afraid that the children would go to the game room. Gradually, the child had few friends in school, and became introverted, rarely talking to other people.
But the mother was not satisfied with this. She began to blame the child for why she didn't go out to make friends, why she was like a boring gourd every day, speaking like she had to cut her tongue.
The child was silent and didn't know how to refute it. Maybe he was not as good as others. Seeing the cheerful and lively appearances of his friends, the child felt a little inferior.
The mother's requirements for academic performance are more stringent. If at home, as long as she sees that the child is not studying, she will scold her, "My mother works so hard every day, it's not for you, can't you be the same as someone else's family?" You have good grades, you can talk, and you help your mother with work. You are as stupid as a pig.
There seems to be no breathing space in life, and the mother who has a strong desire to control fills every corner of life.
Until one day, the child borrowed a comic book from a classmate, and a door to fantasy was secretly opened. First, there are various comics such as "Doraemon", "Old Master", "Shen Bing Qi Xuan", "Dragon Ball", "Youyou White Book", "The Sky is the Red River Bank" and so on.
The comic books in the small bookstore next to the school have been borrowed over and over again. After reading the comics, I quickly read the novels, so that the wider fantasy world will come oncoming "Sou Shen Ji", "The Legend of the Stars and Moon", and "Xiao Mi". Journey", "Stranger", "Character Story" and so on.
With those fresh and fantastic vocabulary, enter an incredible country, with the ups and downs of the protagonist, experience thrilling adventures again and again, and achieve great achievements. So all kinds of pressure from the outside world have been vented to the fullest in the fantasy world. It seems that life has become a lot more lovely, and the shadows in my heart have also been alleviated a lot.
Since then, the child has also been addicted to reading novels, plus the animation after that. It can be said that with the support of these spiritual appetites, he can endure all kinds of discomforts in life, and those beautiful things have finally prevented him from going down the path of extremes and extremes, and finally became a normal and kind person.
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After graduating from high school, the child left to go to college, and it was at that moment that life finally ushered in the bloom of freedom.
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"Lacey, Lacey..." Rachel's voice sounded in her ears, and only then did Roland Hill come back to her senses.
"I'm sorry, I just remembered something from a long time ago."
"Lacie, what do you remember?" Rachel was a little curious.
"Probably to escape the oppression of her parents." A nostalgic smile appeared on the girl's face.
"Rachel, you can discuss with your family, or discuss with your fiancé, go to Emenas to study for a few years and then come back and get married."
Emenas, the center of the continent, the college on the top of the world, the permanent neutral place of Ivar, all races are equally accepted, 9 extraordinary sequences, countless advanced routes are available, and the legendary school that countless talented teenagers yearn for. It is a legend alive since the Third Age, built after the 'Battle of Chaos'.
In 210 of the Third Age, the disaster of chaos broke out all over the world, and the shadows from another world invaded the world of Ivar. At that time, nearly 60% of the land in the Western Continent fell, and the remaining races had to put aside their prejudices and unite to fight.
The coalition forces defended against the mountains near Emenas and fought a 20-year tug-of-war, during which countless heroes emerged, and after the war was won. The powerhouses of various races and transcendent sequences have left their legacy in Emenas, and outstanding figures have served as sages.
The sages advocated the establishment of Emenas College. In addition to the central school building, four university-level guards guarded the Quartet, which was also the four ancient battlefields of the year. Using this as a history to teach students, cultivate the next generation of extraordinary sequences for this world, and Prepare for the next Chaos War.
And there is also the current Ivar world, the place where the extraordinary combat power is most concentrated, and basically all the advanced routes can be recorded in it.
"Emenas." Rachel looked at the blue sky and muttered to herself.
"I really want to go, but I'm a little afraid of not being admitted." After the emotional release, rationality began to return to Rachel's brain. Emenas's admission standards are extremely high, and not anyone can be admitted.
Roland Hill put his hand on the back of Rachel's, "Even if you're afraid, you should try it, at least you won't leave any regrets, right?"
"Thank you." Rachel seemed moved, and blinked her wet eyes.
"Lacie, you were the first to encourage and support me."
"Father, brother, they always say that I'm whimsical, that I can get married with peace of mind, and never care about my own thoughts. Maybe they seem to do it for my own good, but I just don't feel understood or believed." The more Rachel spoke, the more her eyes blinked as she tried to hold back the tears.
Lacey, and Roland Hill stood up, and gently stroked Rachel's back with her hands, comforting her, without saying a word.
She won't say words of sympathy or say that everyone is the same. Her own experience in her past life has made her understand that there has never been a so-called empathy in the world. Never expect someone to fully understand her pain. The eruption of collapse and crying is not something that anyone can tell.
Therefore, when she sees people around her crying, she will stay by her side quietly, without saying a word, until the other person slowly vents her emotions, she will only be a quiet listener, not a strong comforter , Maybe this is also a kind of tenderness.