Growing up is never easy, so is kindness
Violence, cowardice, childhood, family, marriage, love, sex..
I don't know what kind of childhood my childhood was, whether it was good or bad, or whether it was good or bad, I can't say it in one word, I didn't twist, I didn't pervert, I didn't kill, I didn't have mental illness, and when I look back on my childhood, it's generally unrestrained. Yes, happy, probably repeated happy. Is this kind of happiness real? Is it beneficial? When I look back on my childhood, my character core doesn’t seem to have changed much. Does this kind of childhood have an impact on my life and character? . Speaking of character, it seems that my high school life has changed for me. Aside from the core, it could be a clown wearing a hat in a crowd, a maverick pig covering his face on the street, a cold and dark fire that everyone is burning around the fireplace. wood, right.
There are people from every family, the walls of every family, some are cowardly, some are violent, the beautiful is beautiful, the ugly is ugly, kindness is still kindness in the end, and love is still love. The heroine, she waved her hand and chose to go to live, go to life, and continue to grow. It's good to decide, little cute.
There are two children, first, throwing mud, middle, throwing mud, and finally, throwing mud.
The excavator rises and falls again and again, smashes something, and leaves something behind
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