one of a kind

Actually, the first time I met my master was not in the alley.

My mother is a woman from the old courtyard, that is, a prostitute who sells laughter in the old courtyard as others say.

You kid, you are lucky.Over the years, there are so many girls in our courtyard who are happy, but you are the only one born, so don't be shy about your blessings.When I was young, the bustard always beat me like this.

I heard from the procuress that the woman didn't know she was pregnant at the beginning, and she even took the customers normally. Later, she found out when her belly got bigger, and at that time, I was in shape again. She couldn't bear it for some reason.Speaking of this, the old bustard sneered endlessly, and only said it as a joke.

"You don't know which slut she's from"

The old bustard said that she disagreed at first, but she rubbed her belly and said, "Man in this world is like a man, but the scenery is beautiful. If he is lucky, let him come out to meet him." Seeing her insistence, that's all.

But because she was pregnant with me, she couldn't accept the guests, and her position as the leader in the courtyard also plummeted. She was ridiculed and ridiculed. I, because of this hate poisoned me.Who can believe it, but people's hearts are so unpredictable.

It's true that she wasn't a good mother, but she couldn't be blamed for that.She grew up in this courtyard since she was a child, and she has been swayed by her ears and eyes as a means to seduce men. Debauchery, show off, happiness, and enjoyment are the most important things. She has probably exhausted her goodwill in this life when I was born, so during my long childhood I have never seen her laugh at me or even talk to me in time.

I am not like her son, but more like her enemy.

So when I was seven years old, the procuress suggested that I should be raised as a maid, she agreed without any resistance, no, she still resisted, they argued for an hour for my price .I'm not surprised she would do this, she doesn't love me, does she?

Afterwards, I tried my best to escape from the old courtyard again and again, and was arrested and beaten again and again. When I lay dying on the bed, she would always touch my face with her hands painted with scarlet nails. , taunting softly, "My son, what is your mother's fate, so is yours. Is it difficult to accept fate?"

I don't want to talk to her, and she doesn't mind, but sometimes she hates and uses those scarlet nails to pinch the place where I was beaten, until I screamed in pain, she would not give up, and then she sighed and looked at me with a sneer , as if laughing at my stupidity.

One day, when I sneaked out, I bumped into a person. I panicked and scrambled to my feet. I was afraid that I would be caught and it would be too late to care about other things. I don’t remember the person’s face, nor his clothes. I remember his sweet taste and soft voice, he said "It hurts, are you okay".

I was taken back that time, but I began to think about what that sweet-smelling person was like.

Maybe my life is really good, I was saved by him, he was so beautiful, like a little fairy, I recognized him as soon as he spoke, I was so excited that I trembled and burst into tears.

He said he saved me, he will be my master in the future, he will protect me, he will not let people bully me, and he will give me butter candy to eat, I am very happy, when he saw me crying, he comforted me and said no He is now my master, and I am afraid that he will go back on his word, so I tightly hold onto the hem of his clothes.

He was so kind and unprepared, he took me home directly, and that was the first time I saw my wife.

If someone in the world asks me what my mother looks like, I will probably say that she is like my wife.Madam kept me and gave me medicine to recuperate.I was able to accompany my little master every day, watching him being happy, coquettish, and angry with me, as if everything in this world came alive.

My wife once asked me if I would recognize her as a godmother. She said that I am three years older than the master, so I am the elder brother, and the two brothers can support each other in the future.I looked into Madam's eyes and almost blurted out the promise, but I held back, she was a little disappointed, and asked me why, but I didn't dare to look up at her, nor did I dare to answer.I am so filthy and filthy, how can I be qualified to be your son, and how can I be the elder brother of the master.She sighed and said, "If you really don't want to, I won't force you, but I see that you like Yi'er very much, so I want to keep you by my side so that he won't bully you all the time."

I really like Yi'er, like ants gnawing at my heart.

Good days don't last long, and bad days always follow.

The day when Madam left was hasty and peaceful, and neither the master nor I had time to see her for the last time, but the master is young and knows life and death but it is difficult to understand her meaning.I was sad and thankful that my master didn't have to face such pain right away, but there are always self-righteous and sensible people in this world.

The master was finally coaxed by me to eat a few mouthfuls of food, and then stayed quietly in the room reading a book, but some talkative woman said to the master: "Xiao Yi, your mother is dead. Why don't you cry?" The master suddenly understood, he was very smart.

He entered the mourning hall without saying a word, knelt beside his wife and held her hand. He tentatively called out: Mother, mother, mother... and then burst into tears.Tears fell on my wrists, and my heart constricted instantly, as if I had died from the pain.

A five-year-old child almost passed out from crying. I couldn't hold him and didn't pull him away. He seemed to be crying all his life's tears. He held his wife's arm and refused to let go. Holding the last piece of driftwood on the coast, he prayed for a miracle to save him from the sea of ​​suffering, but there are no gods in this world.

How long has he been crying?It lasted for about an hour, until finally I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe.

I knelt in the mourning hall without saying a word. Everyone has helped to arrange the funeral arrangement and other matters. It's just that I looked at my wife's coffin and wondered what my master should do in the future.

The house leak happened to rain all night, and I was always afraid of something. Just after my wife's first seven days, there was a group of people who wanted to pick up the master. They said they were sent by the master's father.I'm too weak, I can't resist at all, I just watched my master being taken away, my little hero, my little fairy, my little master, my... Yi'er...

He has completely lost his anger since his wife left, but now he is lying on the carriage window and looking at me. Although he didn't say a word, I know that he is waiting for me.He is waiting for me, my Yi'er is waiting for me.

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