I don’t know which novel this is the beginning. I want to write it, but I don’t know how to write the story well. I usually read short stories and prose, and rarely read novels. I have forgotten the writing skills that Chinese teacher talked about! If you even want to use a suitable vocabulary, you have to download another software that I specifically use to view at any time when I write. If everyone else uses skills and gorgeous words, it will be easy for me to tell the most ordinary story in the simplest language.
Like everyone else, I have a complete family. If I ask me what is imperfection, I will definitely say, it would be great if the family is healthy! I am a girl, and I am a younger brother, including parents, grandparents, and aunts. This kind of family structure is extremely ordinary. People say that happy people are the same, and unhappy people are "rich and colorful"! If the beginning was a beautiful beginning and the ending of the process was just as good as it was, there would be nothing to write! If life can be recorded, it has ups and downs and exciting plots.
There were not many things to record in my childhood. Most of them were lonely and difficult. Many people wanted to go back to their childhood. I have clear goals since I was a child. I have had a good meal every day and grow up quickly. If nothing unexpected happens, try to lose as little as possible! I started to have this idea when I was eight or nine years old. The memory at that time was already blurred, but the words my family said were like a wooden board smashed by a nail. Even if the nail was pulled out, the holes on the board were still a true portrayal of my inner feelings. He said, "Whose daughter is like this? When she reaches the age of marriage, she will not be asked about it. She can't find a good husband's family. She can only marry someone who is not good, and she will be looked down upon by others!" Since then, I have deliberately maintained a relationship with the opposite sex. Some things I cannot touch, and they will explode as soon as I touch them. When I got older, I started to have classmates who got along in elementary school, who were the opposite sex, with the front and back desks. When I was together at that time, I had already clearly marked my bottom line in my heart. When I get along with the opposite sex, I can only avoid rejecting him if I don’t regard him as a man. If I treat him as a man, I will start to be careful in my heart and ensure that my words cannot be treated as a woman. I have to make sure that I will not get any accidents and will not put the handle in the hands of others. Having said that, you can imagine my dressing style since I was a child! When I joke with others, I call myself an "insulator". If you don't understand this, you always know what " Miejue Shi Tai " means! Of course, my dad supported me on this path in his way. When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, another female classmate and I went to borrow a male classmate's composition book. I went there happily and came happily. When I got home, I saw my dad at home. "Where are you two? You can't find it! What are you taking? Whose? Who is called ***? Men! It's from Zhuang Dongtou..." He was thin, his face looked like a tree root without moisture but had never been separated, and he was more like a child who had just learned to wash clothes, with dirty clothes in his washbasin. I have nothing to say, and I can't refute it, because he had already reminded me when I was in the third grade, "It's unlikely that you won't let you talk to your male classmates. Now you are a little older and you can talk to your male classmates! But you have to say hello, and even spit can drown people, do you know!" I'm afraid he doesn't know! A new teacher came to our class. She often asked us to discuss issues at the front and back desks, and they didn't care whether you were a man or a woman. In this way, those teachers are all accomplices! This is the way to teach my dad as the emperor, dozens of big boards are indispensable!
