After working until twelve o'clock, the two guys must have been crazy and tired outside. After any came in, she lay down on the small bed I arranged for her. She asked me pitifully: "Miss Taozi, can I smoke?" I turned around and smiled and said: "Yes." She hurriedly took out the bag "Longfeng Chengxiang" from her bag, took out one and lit it. She took a deep breath and looked sluggish as if she was taking drugs. Afterwards, she also Passed me a cigarette, and asked cautiously: "Sister Taozi, do you smoke?" Seeing that I took the cigarette and lit it skillfully, she suddenly regained her spirits: "Yeah ~ Sister Taozi, you smoke too, I still smoke. I thought you didn¡¯t like smoking, and you¡¯ve endured it for a long time. If I knew it, I wouldn¡¯t have to work so hard.¡± I laughed, but I didn¡¯t expect that she was still a very sensible child, and she knew how to consider other people¡¯s feelings, so I immediately added a little bit to her. Good impression. Now that she finds something in common, her chatterbox opens up. Xu Xu picked it up and said that when she saw me for the first time, she thought I was very gentle and quiet. She said that when I laughed, it felt very kind, and said that I didn¡¯t laugh When she was in the middle of the night, she looked very fierce. Simple thoughts reminded me that she was still a child after all. She just sat cross-legged on the bed, washing her beautiful face, and she looked free of any impurities. It was beautiful and simple. Look at her carefully, she is still so delicate.
Suddenly, I saw bruises on her arms. She also noticed that I saw it, and shyly tugged at the cuff of the T-shirt that could not hide the scars, and said, "The stepfather beat me." I understand , I understand why she ran away from home. It turns out that she is another post-80s whose parents divorced.
I feel sorry for the injuries on her body, and even more distressed about what kind of injuries she has suffered in her soul. I can't bear to ask more, I'm afraid that it will be revealed, some old things will always make people's hearts tear and tears will flow. Holding her, my tears drew an arc before her. Forgive me, I was once a weak post-80s, but I couldn't tell her, because she called me sister, and I was stronger than her. That night, I just hugged her and fell asleep. She called my sister softly, and felt that something icy dripped on my arm. She said her father died when she was four years old. Mom found another man to take care of the family, but he didn't give her the feeling of home. When she grows up a bit, she wants to escape and find a kind of warmth. So, she fell in love early, had an abortion for the man she loved deeply, and fainted at school. The teacher notified the parents, and the stepfather felt that she had lost face to the family and beat her to death. Her mother could only cry, she didn't want to face the home that didn't belong to her, so she ran away. But she had nowhere to go, and among the people she knew, except for the fast food brother, no one else was kind to her. And her boyfriend was also placed under house arrest by his family. She said that she is very young, but she has already seen the dangers of the world. That night, she weighed my heart so heavily, I was thinking, what can I do to her. Is there a way to make it feel better for the wound that cannot be healed?
(Youth love incident, the girl is single parent, lonely, so falling in love, smoking, and abortion have become non-mainstream inevitable. The society and family have scolding, which will only make her more lonely. Maybe all kinds of harm are not the biggest harm. Can't Tolerance, using incomprehension to obliterate their understanding of needs is the greatest harm.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com