Evening sunshine in autumn attracts beautiful clothes

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The gorgeous lights in the bar, the ear-splitting sound, and the noisy noise.

I like to see well-dressed men and women dancing lively and decadently.

This is a world of indulgence and sinking, and it is also a world that is abandoned by the sun and is becoming increasingly corrupt!

Half lying on the sofa, alcohol has become tasteless to me, but I still need it to escape my tasteless life!

Before I completely lost consciousness, I noticed her, or found her who had been watching me.

Apparently she's been watching me for a long time, and the alcohol has dulled me.

She is wearing a very high-end dress, her long hair is coiled up, and the set of diamond jewelry is extremely dazzling in the dark. The high-heeled shoes perfectly modify her straight long legs. She seems to have just attended a very high-end banquet. The princess of the ivory tower entered by mistake This noisy world seems out of place!

She probably wouldn't care how conspicuous she was in this chaotic situation.

I was lazy like a docile cat, looking at this unique woman.

We drank a lot of wine, kissed for a long time in the dark hallway, and still refused to part in her car.

She took me back to the villa. I don't know if she often takes people home like this, but with her skilled experience, I know that I am not her first woman, nor will I be the last.

The first impression of her was in stark contrast to her crazy behavior, as if mocking me as an inexperienced child, no matter how much life and death I experienced, I still couldn't see through people's hearts!

In the hazy afternoon, I was sitting on a low stool doing my homework, the kitchen was emitting heat, and my mother was chopping and frying vegetables regularly and slowly. In this dilapidated bungalow, everything was depressingly quiet.

My fingertips are pinching the extremely short pencil tip, I just hope it can play a final role in helping me finish today's homework, because it is the last pencil in my tattered pencil case.

It's just that in the end, I didn't finish my homework that day.

There was a violent sound of pushing the door, and my frightened fingers suddenly exerted force. The pencil head flew a long distance, leaving deep and small marks on the dark red mottled wardrobe, and then fell to the ground and broke.

The strong smell of alcohol filled the small space, and the father raised his head and poured the wine from the bottle in his hand, and kicked the stool at his feet away with rough insults.

"Damn it, I'm going to recite it again today! Damn it, isn't the meal ready yet? Bring it here, I'm going to starve to death!"

Mother brought out the dish in a panic, staggered cautiously and still spilled the vegetable juice, which flowed onto her hands, the pain was unbearable and she didn't dare to make a sound.

The bruise on her left leg was the punishment her mother received for accidentally breaking the wine bottle, which was only one sip, after her father got drunk the day before yesterday.

My grumpy father often had trouble with others, his career was not going well, and beating people after drinking was normal. My mother often endured prolonged beatings in order to protect me.

Once, my mother was beaten into a coma and lay at home for two days. When she woke up, she became unresponsive and moved slowly. The father still used this as an excuse without repentance and continued to abuse and beat her.

The mother, who can no longer continue to do manual work quickly to support the family, no longer has a name with the father, but has become a "damn"!

I took my homework to the bed, bent down and picked up the pencil end on the ground, which was obviously no longer usable.

The man in front of me with greasy hair, slack eyes, and foul mouth makes me extremely disgusted, but I still want to speak reluctantly,

"Dad, I'm out of pencils, can I have some money?"

"Money, money, money~ money is wasted on you, a money loser, what's the use of raising you! I get angry when I see you, get out~!"

The expected insults are the words repeated every day, and it makes me numb.

I stood there, staring blankly at this completely failed man in front of me, full of contempt!

He seemed to be irritated by my eyes, even if it wasn't for this, he would find other excuses to vent his frustration.

Gambling, getting drunk, and beating others every day has become a fixed rule. Only after completing these can he fall asleep peacefully, maintain the only dignity of a man, and continue to linger on to pass the next day of despair!

He smashed the empty wine bottle on the ground with all his might, and the bottle shattered all over the floor, and the fragments splashed on my face. I didn't feel any pain. Life had already made me numb.

I didn't want to continue to face him, and turned around indifferently to put away my homework. My ignorance of him completely irritated the last patience of this man.

He finally broke out, raised his hand and overturned the table, spewing out all his anger, and the food was scattered all over the floor.

Just because I love to eat very thin potato shreds, my slow-moving mother bent over and cut them all afternoon, and now they are all scattered on the ground, and the thin strips are inserted into my heart like pine branches, but I can only let it go. It is inserted there and cannot be pulled out. Once it is pulled out, the blood will burst out through the pores and quickly fill the already empty heart.

The moment my father kicked me down hard, my mother dragged her injured leg and threw herself on me, protecting me from my father's feet.

I was shocked by what kind of motivation made the mother with inflexible legs and unresponsive movements move so fast.

The father's foot fell on the mother's frail body.

I didn't regret it, but resented why she had to suffer such humiliation and why she didn't leave this man.

This is the fate of a woman in a poor mountain village, which makes me more certain that I want to escape from this disgusting man, escape from this hopeless home, and escape from this fate that is doomed to tragedy.

But what happened at the next moment reminded me that I could not escape in my life, and I was destined to be a person who could not get happiness.

The simple beating of my mother did not make my father vent completely. He pulled my mother away and kicked my foot hard on me, once, once, the pain made me lose my thinking, and I just wanted to pass this moment as soon as possible.

Then, the pain on my body stopped, and I suddenly had a very bad premonition. I raised my head timidly, and saw my father's face convulsed, his eyes widened in horror, one hand covering his neck, and the other pointing to the side The trembling mother, and then bright red blood gushed out from the fingers covering her neck, and then spewed out quickly. With the spray of bright red liquid, my whole world became strange.

The man who disgusted me so much and made me shrouded in nightmares all day fell to the ground abruptly. I didn't panic, but felt a little pleasure in my heart. The blood that flowed continuously soaked the shredded potatoes on the ground into red, and the blood covered the shredded potatoes. Gathering among them, like a bunch of gorgeous red flowers.

I let out a weird laugh, and looked at my mother, she stood there frightened, pale, looking at me full of guilt, shaking her head absently,

"sorry!"

This is the last word she left to me.

"Mom, no, mom~~"

I got up in panic and rushed towards her, but I couldn't stop her from leaving. The bright red blood splashed on my face and body, staining my whole world red.

I lay in the soft embrace, and my mood gradually calmed down. A beautiful face appeared in front of my eyes, and a wicked smile was raised at the corner of my mouth.

"you are?"

"Call me Lee, cute little wild cat, what's your name?"

With a splitting headache, I remembered the affair last night, no matter her appearance or figure, she could be a perfect affair!

Since Zhiqing left, I lost interest in studying, and chose an art college at random, just to stay in this city, where there are all the beautiful, happy and crying things about Zhiqing, Memories that are enough to keep me alive.

I sink into the chaotic bar every day, just to find comfort in the passion with various men and women after drunk, and to find the tenderness that my body misses in countless late nights!

To love you I would rather live in this world