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I know she doesn't dislike me. A child who has only met three times and doesn't know his name is willing to treat him well. How can she not like me?

After seeing her for the second time and knowing her name, I ran to tell my grandmother happily, "Grandma, I saw a person named Pocket. Will she be my mommy?"

Grandma was very angry at that time. She said, "Get away from her in the future!" If she knows that you are nameless, she will hide from you, far away!"

Grandma doesn't like pocket, because she doesn't like pocket, so she doesn't like me. She said, "Your mommy hates you! Your sister was only four days old. When she died, she was so miserable that she didn't even look at it. How could she like you? You were born a burden."

After Grandpa left, Grandma was going back to Sichuan as if she had put down a big burden. She asked me to go with her: "Let's go with grandma. Your mommy won't care about you. If she really cares about you, she would have come to see you for so many years!" All she cares about is her career and her reputation. If you go back now, you will only be disliked by her!"

I have been with my grandmother for many years. She knows what I like to eat and don't like to eat, but she doesn't understand me. She didn't know how I felt when she said those words that she hated pocket.

That woman is my mother. She has a beautiful face and cute short hair. She squatted down and told me that proper lying can protect us. Her eyes are like a deep pool of water, like a mirror, but they are bottomless.

When grandma saw that I was not happy, she said, "If you have the ability to make mistakes, you don't have the ability to admit it!" If she hadn't been in a hurry to die, it wouldn't have led to your premature birth, and her health would have been worse than others. Your mommy, I don't want you to be born, and I don't want to see you!"

I was born faster than others, so I am shorter than many children. However, I didn't feel wronged. Instead, I was curious about my mother who had met a few times. She must be carrying a lot of hardships.

"Even if you come back to her, she won't recognize you!"

"Then let her not recognize it." I answered almost without thinking.

The hardship must not want others to know. Since she has difficulties, why should I expose her? Thinking of being with her, even if there is no reputation, the sense of existence is as small as a veil, I also feel very warm. If that's my destiny, I'm willing to follow it.

Because she has always been my mother, and I call her grandma, but the person who accompanies me through the most ignorant period of my life will leave one day.

When Grandma left, she scolded me and probably said some words that I was ungrateful and didn't know what was good or bad. Her words made me feel more or less guilty, but they also made me determined to find my own home.

The pocket didn't recognize me. I don't know why, and I feel much more comfortable. I carefully hid this secret for her. For a long time, the longer it took, the more proud I felt, as if I was helping her carry out her mission. I think this is the biggest cause between mother and son. My fate with pocket is doomed to be entangled. She abandoned me because of the entanglement, and I stayed with her because of the entanglement. Unusual relationships bind us so that we can never leave us.

On the first day, I was in the same room with her, and she kicked me out of the room. In fact, she just plays tricks on children's temper. Through the crack of the small door, I saw her burying herself in the pillow. Her body was small and almost as thin as a sheet.

Uncle Yuheng comforted her. The two of them whispered in the room, and finally I heard a small laughter. But I know that Uncle Yuheng doesn't belong to me after all.

Uncle Yuheng is like a warrior behind her pocket, covering her life and giving her arms when she needs it. He was so devout and pious that he didn't let him step into her heart. He was willing to stand outside the door and wait all the time. So I later learned that Pocket would not be with him.

There is also Uncle Gao Xia beside the pocket. Uncle Gao Xia's program with his mother still maintains a high rating in China. However, Uncle Gao Xia and his mother have been busy with their respective careers in recent years and no longer serve as hosts. Uncle Dog is now the number one host of the program, and Uncle Apan is the producer and production team leader.

My mother returned to China several times in the five years when she was in the United States. During the fifth anniversary celebration of the program, the program team carefully planned and gathered the first batch of hosts in the first year of broadcasting. It was Uncle Gao Xia and his mother on the same stage again after many years.

Uncle Gao Xia's popularity has not diminished at all. The scar repair in those years was very successful. In addition, he has the most professional makeup team, and no trace of repair can be seen. After he came back from Japan, he released a new album in two and a half years. This has been brewing for a long time for Uncle Gao Xia, who has always had the title of "high-yield musician". I remember the title of the album is Ru Ru Ruo Touch.

When the new song first came out, my uncle sent a sample to my mother. That day, my mother sat on the window sill with headphones and listened over and over again. Finally, the corners of her eyes were full of tears, but the corners of her mouth were raised. I asked my mother, is it because it was the song written by Uncle Gao Xia for her? Mom shook her head and said thoughtfully:

"It's more like a song written for me and your father."

I don't seem to understand. At that time, I only thought that it was because my mother missed my father too much, so every detail I came into contact with would be associated with my father.

Uncle Gao Xia was not my father. He later became my godfather. The relationship between him and his mother is already very clear in the domestic entertainment industry. When the two talk about the chase and being chased in those years, their attitude is not obscure.

Those past events are not a good story. They are just explaining a story, but after being beautified and even transformed by the media, the story becomes mysterious and unpredictable. "You can't touch it", " pass by" and "there is no fate", but all the words with regret and beauty that you can think of are used in the reports about two people.

The song that Uncle Gao Xia made for his mother, "Flower Blossoms in a Summer", is already a memorial to the past for godfather and mother, but in the eyes of the fans and support associations of both sides, it has been given a much deeper meaning than the person concerned.

As a party, my mother described her relationship with her godfather in this way:

"There are two kinds of fate. One is that the distorted relationship in the dark ties the two people and is destined to be difficult to give up for a lifetime; the other is that the two grow up on the track of life, meet by chance, and return together."

I understand this. Mom and godfather are the second kind. She and her godfather seem to be different in many ways, but they are spiritually compatible.

Pious as Uncle Yuheng, as tacit as Uncle Gao Xia, is not enough to shake my mother. It must be a simple man to let my mother bear such great hardships and be willing to endure it all the time, so I'm curious about my father.

I didn't want to hate my father. In the days when my mother refused to recognize me, I didn't want to hate anyone. My mother doesn't even want to get close to me in private. The reason must be more than just about fame and career. I guess my mother hasn't put Dad down yet. If she puts it down, she won't care so much about my identity.

And when I first met my father, I was more convinced of this. He and she love each other deeply, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers in the middle. Because my father turned on his mobile phone in the office, which kept the pocket photos from many years ago.

The pocket in the photo is still wearing a student uniform. It happened to be 7 years apart, and I was also 7 years old at that time. Based on this, I am sure that the person in front of me is my father.

Moreover, Dad has two shallow dimples like me. In fact, my father is very stupid. I look so much like him. After my mother announced my life to the media, many people outside said that I were very similar to my father. However, before my father disappeared, he didn't recognize me on the days he was with me, and said stupidly, "Little guy, if I have a child, I must be as cute as you."

Later, I learned that my father thought that the child my mother gave birth to was dead. In fact, my sister is no more, but my father ignored the existence of such a low-probability event as dragon and phoenix twins.

The years of waiting are very painful. Unanticipated waiting can destroy people's will, but my mother has not been destroyed. It is written in a book, "A girl, if she has a caring lover in her heart, the longer she grows, the more beautiful she will be." If this sentence is correct, what a powerful lover she should have in her heart..."

In just five years in the United States, my mother has made the greatest achievement in so many years. She became the favorite in the spotlight.

Her smile is much more beautiful than before, like a butterfly, which can be seductive with a slight agitation of wings. But only I know that she is just a little bug wrapped in a chrysalis. She is stiff and cold, forgets the year, forgets the time, and has been enjoying loneliness in a quiet world until she is about to suffocate herself.

At the end of the sentence in the book, there is also a sentence: "Wait for her to become beautiful, and then gradually wither."

If Dad doesn't come and doesn't show up, she will really suffothe. That year, after my mother came back from Cannes, she went to the place where my father fell off the cliff. She stared at the suffocating snowy mountain for a long time, and finally collapsed on the cold ground and cried:

"You liar! Liar! 12 years ago, you lied to me, and 5 years ago, you lied to me again! You tricked me into the game you set up, cheated me around, and then walked away! Hua Tianxiu, come back! Come back...!"

I try to be a person like my father, so that she can occasionally hear some things that interest her in the cold pupa. Therefore, over the years, I don't talk to her, I don't call her mommy, I call her baby, and I'm still bad in front of her. Because, according to my observation, the relationship between father and mother seems to be very strange all the time.

This kind of weirdness doesn't seem to improve until today, just like just now, cough...

Just now, Dad was reading his documents in the study, holding Anna in his hand. By the way, Anna is my sister. She is just 6 months old. She is white, fat and round. My mother always said that giving birth to her was much more deadly than giving birth to two 16 years ago, and scolding her father for feeding her too much food when she was pregnant.

Oh, by the way, I'm 16 years old this year, not 7 years old, not 12 years old. My name is Tiantian, and my sister's name is Anna. My name was taken by Uncle Gao Xia. I also gave my sister a Chinese name called Xiao Chi, because I always wanted to have a sister, but I didn't expect to wait for so many years.

To get back to the points, just now, Dad was reading his documents in the study, holding Anna in his hand. Mom knocked on the door of the study outside, and heard Dad answer "come in" before entering.

Mom asked Dad, "Well... Are you busy?"

"What's the matter?" Dad's voice has always been calm, light and heavy.

"It's time for Xiaochi to breastfeed." Usually, we still call our sister Xiaochi more often.

Dad waited for a while, probably looked at the time and said, "I got up for more than three hours and fed twice. It's only one hour after the last feeding. Let's talk about it after lunch."

"Oh..."

"What else?"

"When will you have lunch?"

"It's only ten o'clock now." Dad is a little speechless.

"Well... If you eat shredded potatoes for lunch, can you start making it now?"

Shredded potatoes, shredded carrots, shredded onions, shredded all kinds of vegetables, and even shredded tofu, which are all my mother's favorites recently. The reason is explained later, because now it's time for me to do what I should do.