"Uncle, I want to ask you seriously."
One day, I took Uncle Squirrel seriously and asked him a word: "You said that when my mother gave birth to me, I asked me not to have her, is it true?"
When my uncle heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he had caught something, but he refused to tell me, he laughed, "What answer do you want?"
"What answer do you want?"
I was startled, blinked, and rolled my eyes, and said, "That's it, am I not trying to fight for the heir? Right? But mother's love is also important, so I want to see, mother The love of love does not require me to fight for it."
"Oh."
When the uncle heard this, a sly light flashed in his eyes, but he quickly disappeared, stroking his chin, and sighed for a long while: "Okay, I will tell you the truth. At that time, I sent your mother away. In the delivery room, your mother grabbed my arm and said, no matter what, she must be protected."
"Boom, boom, boom."
I felt a sudden thunderbolt in the sky, splitting me into pieces, but I was still standing there, oh no, I was still sitting there, watching my uncle quietly, and even revealed it by the way A smile, as if to show that I don’t care in this way, but how can I not care
I remember that after hearing the answer, I didn’t know how to go back. I only remembered that when I woke up, I was already lying in my bedroom and looking at the ceiling, my uncle’s words kept circulating: "No matter what, You must protect her."
Hahahahaha.
I suddenly burst into laughter. Could it be that all my hard work over the years has been a joke
a joke!
a joke!
I kept laughing, I kept laughing, until the last laugh, and finally started crying, have you ever cried so earth-shattering? That's how I cried, crying madly, crying out of my internal organs, crying until I lost my strength, and slowly fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, I remember that in the middle of the night, I woke up and sat up because I was crying too much and I was a little thirsty. Then I opened the quilt, kicked my shoes and opened the door and walked out. The room was quiet, and under the stairs was Soft light, everything is quiet. In the opposite bedroom, there seem to be voices of men and women. I am used to these voices, and I don’t want to take care of them. I just want to...
I'm not good.
I only knew that when I woke up, I was already standing in the baby room, looking at the sleeping baby.
He slept peacefully, not as ugly as he was just born. Instead, he had a delicate touch, which seemed a little better than me. I gently touched his face with my hand, from forehead to eyes, from eyes to nose. , From the nose to the mouth, and finally to the neck, the neck is so thin, just like this, it seems that it can be chopped off, chopped off...
When I woke up, I found that my brother had already lost his breath.
I was so scared that I stepped back a few steps, ran away quickly, "pedaled" up the stairs, entered my bedroom, closed the door, and hid in the ** shivering, probably because I was too scared, I actually fell asleep.
Really, I fell asleep. When I woke up, there were a lot of people in the house. Some took pictures, some investigated, some moved corpses, and some interviewed my mother. All in all, it was so lively. Of course, I was a little kid like me. Naturally, no one paid attention to the children. The adults were too busy to pay attention to me. I always suspected that my younger brother would wake up, so I looked for my younger brother's traces everywhere. Sighed.
later…
Later, you also know that not long after we were born, two crazy police aunts suddenly came to the house and talked a lot of nonsense, but that aunt Zhu was so powerful that she actually recognized me. At the time, I thought I was finished. In the end, you didn't expect your mother to admit that you were the murderer.
I…
I’m not good, Mom, I think... At that moment, I thought my uncle lied to me, I just want to say, my uncle lied to me, so when you were caught by the police, I went to my uncle and asked him why He wanted to lie to me, but my uncle was so busy that he didn't have the time to pay attention to me. Hearing my question, he only sneered: "What love or not, your mother doesn't love anyone. For so many years, haven't you seen clearly ?"
"Boom Rumble"
The world collapsed again, but this time, I stood still, because of my mother's love, I saw it-obviously I was the murderer, but my mother admitted that she was the brother who killed her. Isn't this love? If it's not love, what is it
I have grown up, I can tell love and not love, I can tell, and I am convinced.
Love will make people grow up and be brave.
That day, when the police aunt came to my house to collect evidence, I told her bluntly that I was the real murderer, and my mother was acting as an imposter for me. I remember the aunt suddenly giggled and only patted my head. Say, "Don't worry."
Don't worry, what do you mean
I don’t understand, but soon, a few more police officers came and took me to take my confession. Adults are always like this. They are so busy without telling the children what happened. It took a few more days, oh, I can’t remember. Yes, it’s been many, many days. I heard that the case has been settled and you have been sentenced to a suspended death sentence, mom.
"What is a reprieve?"
I asked the police aunt.
The police aunt shrugged and said, "I won't die for the time being, but I may never come back."
"Mum will never come back?" I asked.
"It should be." When the police aunt said here, she stretched out her hand compassionately, stroked my head, and said with a bit of compassion on her face: "You may have to be raised by your father."
"Oh." I swallowed, nodded, chewing on this terrible fact-I love my mother very much, and then I killed my mother.
At least it's dying.
Is that right
"Auntie, can I write a letter to my mother?" I raised my hand and asked.
The police aunt graciously agreed: "Of course it can."
I smiled brightly, walked to the desk, lifted the pen, and started the letter.
Mom, by the time you read this letter, your son is no longer alive, but I am very happy because I am sure of the love of my mother. All I pursue, care about, and love all my life are you, and Finally, Xun Xun Mi, back and forth, I found it and saw it, so I felt relieved.
Mom, son, this letter is enough to prove your innocence. You can show this letter to the police aunt. The police aunt is very good. She will prove your innocence, and my son, I will go to hell forever and love with this. This life, this life, to prove the fate of our mother and child. If there is an afterlife, the son is willing to be your son again. At that time, I will run straight to your bedroom and ask you desperately loudly—
Mother, do you love me
I think that answer must make me smile forever.
…
"Mom's scapegoat!"
This time, Zhu Yue had experience. Before the memory ball began to oppress, she shouted the wake-up words. Soon, her consciousness rolled out of the memory ball, and she was facing the third memory ball!