She only remembered that she had an older sister. It was the first time she addressed her brother or sister like that, and she had a different feeling.

Her sister was so beautiful that she seemed to glow. She would find her locked in a dark cabinet, hold her hand, and lead her out of the cabinet.

When she ran with her sister holding her hand, it was as if she was running towards the blue sky, white clouds and warm sunshine.

Her sister would bring her delicious food, hug her, and tell her stories in a gentle voice. She no longer remembered the specific content of those stories, but she always remembered the wonderful feeling in the memories.

She continued to live in a boring hell relying on shallow and beautiful memories.

The man who was her father and whom she hated would always talk to her about how much he loved her mother when he was drunk.

When he sobered up, he developed different relationships with different women.

Some of the women he brought home were hostile to her, some ignored her, and only a very few showed her a rare bit of kindness.

She never responded, and so the rare kindness was gone.

The family business seemed to have encountered difficulties. At that time, Dieyi had grown up. Perhaps because of her father's self-proclaimed deep affection, he never lacked her living expenses.

Dieyi can learn what she is interested in. She likes painting and enjoys watching beautiful pictures appear on white paper bit by bit.

When Dieyi was eighteen years old, her father told her that he had found a very good marriage for her.

He said that he felt that he had treated her and her deceased mother unfairly, so he did not shortchange her of food and clothing, allowing her to enjoy the life of a wealthy lady.

He also found a support for her for the rest of her life. She would have no worries about food and clothing and live a happy and peaceful life. In this way, he could be considered worthy of her deceased mother.

She could have argued back, but sometimes, even that felt like a waste of energy.

He is not even a human being. How can you expect that just a few words of rebuttal can make him repent?

He will not repent, he will just get angry and embarrassed.

Dieyi listened quietly and responded submissively. She was like a puppet, and where she went and what decisions she made were all determined by the strings held in the hands of others.

Of course, the person who holds the strings of her puppet has long been accustomed to her meekness and submissiveness.

Therefore, no one would be wary of her or alert to her, and would just ignore her as if she were a transparent person.

The man Dieyi married came from a well-off family and was quite wealthy. The Chen family prided themselves on being a good match for them, but the other party only thought that the Chen family was a bunch of peasants who were not worthy of being considered presentable.

This peasant is also dirty.

Because of the family tradition of the Chen family, they did need the capital injection of the Chen family, which had saved a lot of family property. In addition, good bamboo shoots come out of bad bamboo. At first sight, the boy's father felt that Dieyi had a good temperament and was very satisfied with Dieyi, so he agreed to the marriage.

But the man disagreed. He advocated free love and yearned for the unrestrained and bold style of the literary masters in the books. He hoped that his wife would be a fashionable, open-minded and talented woman with a refined temperament and a well-read mind.

Just like the female classmate who was the white moonlight in his heart.

But he was disappointed. He recited poems with Dieyi, but Dieyi said nothing. The astonishment he felt at first sight gradually lost its color, and the original astonishment also faded.

I used to think she was beautiful, but now when I look at her, I feel that this beauty is fake, like an exquisite doll carefully placed in a window.

So, he dealt with the marriage perfunctorily, ran out to hang out with his friends on the wedding night and stayed out all night, and hardly ever came home after the marriage.

When he was not at home, Dieyi became an eyesore. His mother-in-law thought that it was because of her that her beloved son refused to return home, and she disliked her in every way.

For Dieyi, it was nothing more than jumping from one big pit to another.

She still looked submissive, and the more she did so, the more evil in the hearts of others seemed to be released. They vented all their unhappiness on Dieyi.

When Bai Yueguang returned, he immediately became infatuated with her. Perhaps because he still remembered that he was once a human being, he felt a little guilty. When she was bullied again, he would speak up to defend her.

Although, this protection only brought more difficulties.

He regarded her as a feudal remnant abandoned by the tide of the times during the Republic of China, while his classmate Bai Yueguang was a new-age woman who kept pace with the times, independent, self-reliant and confident.

He brought his female classmate Bai Yueguang home. The female classmate was wearing a fashionable and beautiful white skirt, and he was wearing a red cheongsam. When the two looked at each other, he felt regretful that the red and white roses could not belong to him at the same time.

I felt more tenderness towards her.

When she continued to be submissive and became the abandoned one, he hugged his female classmate Bai Yueguang, but his heart no longer had the happiness of having Bai Yueguang, but only an empty loss.

He began to recall her good points, and in his memories, her beauty seemed to have been unveiled, revealing all her original beauty.

The more this happened, the more he missed the past. The white moonlight that had always been by his side became like white rice grains dropped on a button. One more look at it made him feel nauseous.

The abandoned one becomes a bright red mole in the heart, which is so unforgettable that it seems as if one has developed infinite affection for him.

This infinite affection that came from nowhere made him lose his appetite and think about it day and night.

When we said goodbye, there was a glint of surprise in his eyes.

The puppet was freed from the strings that bound her and came alive, revealing astonishing beauty. The color of the cinnabar mole on his heart became darker, like a drop of blood falling on his heart, burning a hole in it.

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