Wedge

Ariel turns into a bubble on the sea and always protects her beloved sea and prince...

It ended like this again. I hate it but I like this story entangled. Every time I see this place, there is an inexplicable trace of anger in my heart.

How stupid the prince is to tell who he loves. The legs exchanged with his voice are only for those short days, and then turn into bubbles. Is this love? What exactly is it for

"Ban!" I threw the book on the ground angrily, and my heart was full of uneasiness and disappointment that I didn't see the expected ending.

Although the story of "The Daughter of the Sea" has been seen countless times, I still can't control my inexplicable indignation.

Because I don't believe in love, which is also something I can't afford.

After a long silence, I angrily picked up the book and put it back on the bookshelf, and then rowed a wheelchair to the window.

There always seems to be such an ordinary and cheerful scene outside. The old man idle gossips, playing cards, and scolds his grandson or grandson's naughty behavior from time to time. Then hypocritically belittle yourself and praise other people's childlike smiles.

The world is so fake, will the real life I long for still appear?

I looked down at myself and looked at the illusory world outside for me.

"I also want to have a pair of legs, even if I really exchange them with sound." I said to myself and hummed softly.

What kind of sound is good? What kind of sound can impress the witch, make it appear to me from the bottom of the sea at this moment, then take away my voice with an evil smile, and give me a bottle of poison that can make a pair of legs?

Even if every step after drinking is as painful as a knife...

What on earth are the people outside laughing at and happy about? What is the difference between that world and the world I live in? Am I in the sea, or are they living in reality?

With such questions, the eyes began to become blurred. It seemed that something was in my eyes, but I was forced to hold it back.

Is that tears?

No, that's cowardice, unwillingness, can't pour out, the most powerless escape...

"Baby Luoluo, I'm back." With a crisp shout, I knew that my strange mother from the natural department came back.

"Well, I'm here." I readily agreed.

My mother is just the most ordinary and ordinary woman on this huge earth. Ordinary that I often say to her, 'You must bring your mobile phone and keys when you go out, or you won't find them in the crowd.'

She is never angry, and she often scounds like a child, and even buys candy and eats it in front of me when I have a toothache.

"Baby, Dad contacted a school today. Do you want to go?"

"It's a new school again. You know I'm very picky." When I said this, I was actually worried.

"It's not a disabled school. It may be a little far from our home. The resume has been handed in, and the school environment father has also seen it. The next decision will be handed over to you." Mom said and pinched my face, and then clenched her teeth: "You didn't wash your face, did you?"

"I washed it!!" I shouted at her inconvincedly.

The room has quieted down again. Can I really go to school?

Such hidden worries have struggled more than once in this broken body, even if I want to live an ordinary life that suits my age like other children, with campus, classmates, and everything secular things.

But such a life has always been out of my reach. He is like a distant and unreal dream, so that I can't catch it, touch it, and what can I talk about realizing this dream?

What my mother just said is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. I have a thousand wishes in my heart, but I don't go out often. When I think of facing a new environment, I inevitably feel a little timid.

Although I have never been willing to admit my shortcomings, the facts have already been in front of me. Even if I have always been determined not to go to the disabled school, I can't change the status quo.

Since I was a child, my studies have always been a door-to-door service. Although I also know that my approach is too capricious, I can't and don't want to give in.

"Mom, I'll go!" After making the decision, I couldn't say whether I was happy or panicked, but just indescribably excited. I can't wait to shout at the kitchen.

"Decided to regret being a puppy. Don't cry and shout for it three steps away from home. I won't pick you up."

"When you beg me to go home early, I won't come back!"

We are always like this, saying childish words to each other, talking back and making small noises.

Although I often feel that my mother is a nagging person, every time as long as she is at home, there is no quiet time at home. But I love her very much.

She is like a source of happiness, moistening every inch of the land in the family!

"Are you going to school next week? There is really a school that is willing to accept sick steamed buns like me. I think this is probably the beginning of God's blessing me. I have been unlucky for more than ten years, and it's time to have good luck. I was daydreaming in my room talking to myself.

"Bear by the way, Mom, what's the name of the school? Is there a website, guide and brochures?"

"Mom, have you sent my school uniform? It's a very ugly red and white strip, or an ugly blue and white strip, or an ugly black and white strip..." The inexplicable excitement made me chatter, but it was still ended by my mother with an impatient roar.

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"Baby, get up. Do you want to be late for school on the first day?"

In the early morning, my mother shouted at me, a difficult family to get up while preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

It seems that getting up every day is like a struggle. Almost every time I have to take off my quilts and pillows one by one, and only after I lie unprepared **, I will reluctantly get up and leave this comfortable bed.

"Husband, get up quickly. It's enough to have a lazy person at home. Can't you set an example as a father?" My mother still shouted tirelessly.

In my impression, it is not easy for our family to get up every morning like the eight-year war of resistance.

My mother is like a cannon, blowing up my father and me since breakfast. But if such a series of offensives are carried out until breakfast is ready and served to the table, we may not be able to get up.

With the freshest smoke this morning, I got up lazily to wash. Mom helped me change my clothes and trousers and didn't forget to knock on my forehead: "Xia Luolin, are you in good spirits?"

"Okay, okay." I yawned and replied perfunctorily.

After breakfast, I took the 'special car' hired by my father to take me to school, and he went to work.

This is the first time I went out of the house with my father in the morning and started my own happy day.

Some people say that God will not always favor a person, nor will he always ignore a person. What you lose will eventually be compensated in another way. I have always believed so. At least, I have such a warm home. And my family who never leaves me.

The car slowly drove away from the community and out of the area I was most familiar with. Leaving this narrow circle of life, will it be more beautiful outside to greet me?

I arrived at school with imagination. At the moment of braking, my head almost didn't hit the iron railing of the co-pilot.

"Is this really a school?" In an instant, I seemed to feel that my chin must be out of my face.

What you see in front of you, the whole school is surrounded by thick walls. The walls are full of the perfect combination of wall tigers and barbed wire. The school is surrounded inside and outside. In this posture, don't expect that you can climb over the wall and skip classes in this school.

Two fossilized guards stood on both sides of the tall iron fence school gate. And these big words are clearly written on his face: Those who are close to death!

If it hadn't been for a sign with the words "Minghan No.1 Senior High School" standing next to the gate, I wouldn't have believed that this was a school. It's obviously a prison!

"Mom, did you do it on purpose!" I thought so, and then carefully slide the wheelchair to prepare to enter the school.

As soon as I arrived at the school gate, a pair of big hands suddenly turned to Bao Zheng's special tiger head and stopped me in front of me: "Please show me your school ID card."

One of the rock-like doormen spoke.

I submissively took out the school certificate sent to me three days before the start of school and gave it to him.

After checking the student information, another doorman gave me a card and warned me that I must swipe my card to enter the school every day.

What kind of bad rule is this? I complain in my heart, but I dare not show my attitude. I could only agree with their words and nodded desperately like a chicken pecking rice, and then answered uh-huh ah.

In the bottom of my heart, I was very reluctant to pretend to listen to the doorman's explanation of going to the school, so I was very reluctant to swipe the card at the school gate.

After the 'beep...', I officially entered this 'advanced prison'.

But I don't know that since the first step (round) of entering this school gate, my life has experienced an important turning point. Everything is out of control, and unexpected major changes have taken place one after another.