My name is Xia Chun. Because I was born in late spring and early summer, my mother gave me the name Xia Chun.
My parents were hacked to death shortly after I was born. The reason was simple: they owed workers' wages.
I heard from relatives that my mother was a contractor. She was a very righteous person. Whenever her workers had any difficulties, they would just ask her and she would advance their wages. Therefore, many workers liked to work for her.
When I was a one-month-old cell, my mother took on a project whose boss was the Xu Group.
I thought it was a good deal, but when the house was finally built, they said the company's cash flow was tight and they couldn't pay the workers' wages, so they asked my mother to wait a little longer.
At that time, my mother's company was just starting out and was just a small contractor. She had already advanced some funds to purchase materials and rent equipment, so she didn't have much money.
As the end of the year was approaching and the workers needed to take their wages home for the New Year, the mother sold the house in order to avoid having their wages delayed.
But even so, many workers still cannot get paid.
My mother asked people for help everywhere and gave gifts to the big contractors. The response she finally got was to let her take on another project and settle the bill together when the time came.
Xu’s group is so big and has always had a good reputation, so my mother finally agreed.
So she borrowed money from many relatives and friends as a down payment, but when she was five months old, the project payment still hadn't come in, and the reason was still that the company's capital chain was tight.
This time, my mother could no longer pay the workers, the contractor above her stopped seeing her, and relatives and friends also asked her to pay back the money.
So, what happened later happened. My parents were hacked to death by workers who were owed wages on their way to the bank to apply for a loan.
Because I was too young, I have no memory of this incident. Even when I saw my parents holding me in the family photo, I didn't feel much emotion.
I was adopted by a relative because my adoptive mother couldn't have children.
At first they were very nice to me, but I knew the meaning behind their eager eyes. There is a saying here that if you adopt a child, you will bring in a child.
When I was eight years old, my sister was born. From the moment that ugly, wrinkled child came into our family, I knew that my good days were over.
My parents stopped my piano and programming lessons and used the money saved to buy milk powder for my younger sister.
They also asked me with a smile on their faces if I liked my sister.
What a joke, how could I love that ugly thing that took everything from me, even though I knew it all belonged to her?
I began to consciously distance myself from my adoptive parents, but I didn't dare to be too obvious because, after all, I still had to rely on them to support me.
Gradually, I grew up and was admitted to the prestigious No. 7 Middle School with excellent grades. My adoptive parents were very happy and felt that it was they who brought me up to be what I am today, so they showed off to others everywhere.
I almost vomited. I knew that if I wasn't so worry-free and afraid of what my relatives would say about them, they would have thrown me into an orphanage long ago.
But I still enjoy the way my relatives and friends look at me.
It was a very hot day, and cicadas were chirping in the lush landscape trees. I had just come out of the school registration office when I met a tall boy with fair skin. He seemed to be glowing in the sun.
His cell phone accidentally fell to the ground, and I instinctively picked it up and gave it back to him. He smiled at me and said thank you.
At that moment, I felt my heart tighten and it seemed as if my breathing had stopped.
I knew I fell in love with him.
It seemed like the God of Fate really favored me. I was assigned to the same class as him, and I always couldn't help but go to see him.
He is a very hard-working boy. Apart from attending classes, he is rarely seen doing anything else.
There were many girls in the school who liked him. They often peeked at him from outside the window, and some were so bold as to stuff love letters into his pockets against his will.
At that moment, I wanted to kill these people, but of course it was just a thought.
Later, when the seats were rearranged, I sat behind him. Because I was good at math, he would sometimes turn around and ask me questions he didn't understand.
I would deliberately speak very slowly and in a roundabout way, and then say contemptuously that he was stupid and couldn't even answer this kind of question.
He always lowered his head and pursed his lips, with his ears red. I felt that he seemed to be interested in me too, so I confessed to him.
The result was that he was quickly transferred and ignored me.
I didn't know why he was so heartless, so I stopped him after school. He said he just wanted to study hard and get into Diplomatic University in the future.
At that moment, my heart was broken with sadness. I suppressed the pain and asked him if he would be my boyfriend if I was admitted to a medical university.
He still shook his head and said no.
I asked him why?
He said he still wants to pursue a master's and doctoral degree, and become an international doctor in the future, and he will not fall in love before he is 30 years old.
I was extremely angry at that moment. I liked him so much, but he rejected me with such a fake reason.
I hate him.
During a sports meet, he fell down while sprinting, scraping a large piece of skin off his white knee and leaving his eyes red.
The gray mud stained his shining legs, which was a bit nice.
I like him when he is dirty and I also like him when his eyes are red.
At this moment I felt that we were very close, I seemed to be able to touch him, and he was no longer high above me.
Three years passed in a flash. I loved him and hated him, and hate had replaced love. I knew that one day I would do something.
This opportunity came soon.
On the way home from school one day, I saw a fat girl in a private school uniform teasing him.
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