Mo Qianhong's cold facial features were a bit soft.
"Once my mom and dad moved a stone wall, and my mom almost hit them in the foot by a miss."
"She preemptively said that her father was half-hearted and didn't use any force in her hands. Dad said she would lift the tripod if he tried harder.
"So the two quarreled."
Mo Qianxin answered, "My dad is especially fascinated, and my mom can't say a word."
"She just stared at her father with her hands on her hips, and then he gave up."
Mo Qianhong nodded, "Mom's stare is the most scary weapon. We have all been stared at."
Mo Luan smiled and listened carefully.
The words biological parents have never existed in her nearly two decades of life.
She can't remember the things when she was young.
She didn't go to kindergarten and started directly from the first grade.
I remember that every Monday, the classmates would happily share the places where Mom and Dad took them to play on Saturdays and Sundays.
The most often heard is the playground.
Everyone will also ask her where she went to play.
She had never been to a playground or the like, and she didn't know what to share.
I often walk away under the pretext of going to the toilet.
She can't tell them that she is practicing shooting and receiving special training on Saturday and Sunday.
As for her parents, she hadn't seen them since she was born, and she didn't want to mention them.
Because at the time she was full of resentment towards them.
She often wonders why they abandon her because she is so smart, so beautiful, and has no disease.
Is it because of her special ability?
They were afraid of this regenerative ability, so they abandoned her?
One Sunday, she went to the playground alone.
Children big and small ran around happily.
They were holding cotton candy, colorful balloons in their hands, and fluffy rabbit ears headbands on their heads.
The children ran in front, and the adults chased after them.
Or a family of three holding hands.
It's fun, warm and happy.
She stood there and watched for a long time.
She was also misunderstood by other parents that she was lost with her parents, and almost was broadcast by the staff to call her parents.
Later, she took a roller coaster, a pirate ship, a bumper car, and a carousel alone.
He also went to the haunted house, and brought out a few frightened seniors.
By the way, two traffickers who were kidnapping children were sent to the police station.
She did a lot of things that day.
But when the students asked again, there were pictures of other children and parents, parents and children.
That was the first time she felt lonely.
That night, she had insomnia under her quilt.
When I got up in the morning, the bed sheet was wet, and when I took it to wash, I was caught teasing her for wetting her bed.
Wetting the bed means wetting the bed.
Xiao Moluan was expressionless and washed the sheets with his hands, and stepped on a small stool to dry in the courtyard.
"Little sister, I have our family portrait in my wallet, let me show you."
Mo Luan returned to his senses, turned his head and waited for him to take it out.
Mo Qianhong took a photo the size of an ID card from her wallet and handed it to her.
"This was taken when you were four years old."
The girl in the photo has not changed much from the one the monkey showed her.
Sitting in the middle of the young couple, smiling like flowers.
Mo Luan gently stroked the woman's eyes, which were a pair of phoenix eyes exactly like hers.
Mo Qianhong said: "Only you have inherited the eyes of mother in our family, and the facial contours of all of us have followed Dad."
The man has a thin face, handsome eyes, and a happy and content smile on his face.
An inexplicable sourness surged from the bottom of my heart.