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Xueer rubbed her sleeve, her eyes full of tears staring at wood.

Mumu was silent for three seconds. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She went forward to hold Xueer and patted her ups and downs on the back in a low voice like a stream: "Xueer, if you don't treat yourself as a servant, no one can treat you as a servant. So, whether I go through the front door or the side door, I'm still me. My name is Huamu, from the moment I was born, even if my fate is so rough, I will go down seriously. Because life is my own, the length of life I can not predict, but the width of life, I want to own control! Cher, you should forget that I am Ge Ge. Now, like you, I'm just like you Do you understand? "

Xueer shook her head. She didn't understand and didn't want to understand.

However, she knew that she could not bear to let Ge Ge Ge sad any more. So she shook her head and nodded.

"Wipe away the tears. Smile Do you know? Even if we go through the back door or the side door, we should remember to smile. Others can take everything from you, but they can't take away your happiness, your right to smile We want to Smile

Muki held her face, pulled the corners of her mouth with two fingers, and bent up.

"It's like a flower opening to the sun - smile..."

Wood pulling Xueer, together to a small dark side door

Wood heart, deep down, and floating up.

She has no time to sad, to ask why, she only forward, hard forward, except how to go forward, she no longer do any plans!

Xueer follows the wood. From that moment on, she feels that her family's lattice has grown up. It is a young flower, forced to grow up under the pressure of the outside world - the flower that sprouts and encourages, the cruel growth!

If you don't try to grow up, the flower will die in the middle. This flower in the wind and snow, God will only give it a way to go, either life or death.

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PS:

I want to write it clearly in many places, but I'm really busy recently.

I'm writing plays, drawing comics, poetry and songs.

As a result, I have no time to open a new article now.

Although the school is more intermittent, there are many ideas, there is no time to express them one by one.

However, you should know. I will not give up, thank you for accompanying me through the dark swamp.

Sometimes I also write short stories in magazines. Don't worry, even if the magazine is published, I won't ask you to buy it. Because I'll show you the short story.

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