Mom loved me again

Xiao Ai was born in a happy and happy family, since she understood things, her parents did not seem to have quarreled once, her mother often praised her beautiful and cute, looking at her eyes, as if a beautiful object.

Dad often brought her uncles and aunts to see her, and the bundle of eyes was the same as mom's, and she felt that there were more people who loved her. The little dress that her mother gave her made her even more dazzling, like the jewelry store's brightest jewel.

She seemed to be more loved by adults than children her age, and she was secretly happy. Mom would insert delicate roses into her favorite vase every day, she had never seen withered roses, and Mom said that she was like these roses, always blooming, never withering.

With the passage of time, Xiao Ai gradually found that she was different from other people's children, and she could only stay at home when others were in school. She finally couldn't help herself and asked her mother, who was trimming the roses: Mom, why do they have to go to school, I want to be at home. After cutting off a leaf, the mother said slowly: How can Xiao Ai be like them, they are like these cut leaves, meaningless, and you are this flower, as long as it exists, it is enough, why go to school, you already have the love of many people. Xiao Ai looked at her mother confusedly, and then nodded, and her mother must be right.

This year Xiao Ai is sixteen years old, she can't read or write, just like a beautiful doll, playing a small game of dress-up with her mother every day, her mother especially likes to wear a beautiful little skirt for her, saying that when the skirt is blown up by the wind, Xiao Ai is like an angel who fell into the mortal world, Xiao Ai always feels strange, and what her mother said must be right.

Seeing more and more of her aunts and uncles, it is obviously everyone's favorite, but how can Xiao Ai feel afraid, is it because of that kind of gaze?

Finally, the uncle and aunt couldn't help it, because of special love, they wanted to take Xiao Ai home, Xiao Ai tightly grasped her mother's sleeve, she was a little scared. The mother gently stroked Xiao Ai's hair and said: Xiao Ai can't be rude, oh, there will be another home for Xiao Ai in the future, there will be three people who love you like their mother.

Xiao Ai looked at the two strangers in front of her doubtfully, did her mother say wrong, obviously it was two people, but her mother was the person who loved me the most, and she must be right. She listened to her mother's words, took the hand of her uncle and aunt, and walked to her new home.

Xiao Ai finally knew why it was three people, after arriving home, she was locked up in a dark room by her uncle and aunt, suddenly the door was violently opened, and then closed, she seemed to see a pair of glowing eyes, there was greed, desire, and rage, but Xiao Ai had not read the book, she did not understand, she only knew that her mother did not lie, it was indeed three people.

There was a "tearing" sound from the small room, oh, it was like the sound of a skirt being torn, as if there were many sounds coming, like a beast, and like a wounded deer. Xiao Ai felt like the rose in her home, being hit by the torrential rain, shaking, as if it had been broken...

I don't know how long later, Xiao Ai was awakened by a blinding light, and a white shadow in the haze dangled back and forth in front of her eyes. At this time, the voice of the aunt blamed: "Xiao An, you are fooling around again, has your body suffered, she is already yours, what is the hurry?" ”

Who is Xiao An? Is it the beast that makes her miserable and afraid, Xiao Ai opened her eyes hard to see, it was a pale boy, the red eyes made Xiao Ai close her eyes again in fear.

Xiao Ai suddenly remembered something, she looked down and found that her skirt was torn, she suddenly cried and said, the skirt is broken, the skirt that my mother gave me is broken, it can no longer float up.

The originally kind aunt seemed to be wearing a mask, cold and cruel, "This dress has already played its value, and you don't need it later." As soon as the words fell out, the room fell into darkness again.

In the following days, Xiao Ai swayed in the rainstorm every day, she obviously had never seen a rose wither, but why did she know that she was going to wither.

I don't know how long later, the boy named Xiao An seemed to have disappeared, and Xiao Ai no longer had to be attacked by the beast. She curled up in the corner, crying incessantly: My skirt is broken and I can't wear it anymore, and Little Ai is so ugly now. Xiao Ai's belly is so big, obviously only eat one steamed bun every day, why does she get fat, she finally knows why her mother wants to wear a skirt for her, because wearing a skirt can cover her stomach...

Suddenly one day, Xiao Ai found herself bleeding, the broken skirt was also dyed extraordinarily gorgeous, gradually she lost consciousness, in the haze she heard her aunt talking: it was really obscure, I thought that picking her back could rush to joy, I didn't expect That Xiao An was gone, the child was gone, send her back quickly.

Xiao Ai couldn't understand what she was saying, only understood that she was going home, Xiao Ai was so happy.

When the day finally came, she looked at her parents, but their eyes were so complicated, like disgust and helplessness. Xiao Ai suddenly discovered something that made her heartbroken, she found that the bouquet of roses had withered, and she finally saw it.

Then the mother came over and took a bouquet of dew-sticking roses, delicate and dripping, like a burst of flames, and she threw away the withered roses and replaced them with new ones, as if they had never withered away