Maple Mountain was a beautiful memory.
Maple Mountain was also a small mountain, a park, a playground for children.
It was autumn, the most beautiful time on Maple Mountain.
October was like a red wedding dress, displaying the beauty of Maple Mountain.Autumn rain had just rained, and the sky was beautiful.
The evening clouds in the west shone over, and a layer of enchanting enchantment was painted on the red maple leaf mountain.On the playground, the children happily ran around happily with their hands on the fluttering maple leaves.
Behind them, the mother shouted nervously, worried that her child would trip over the bumpy stone.The spinning wooden horse was truly beautiful.
There was a layer of dreamy orange on its back, and a circle of fairy tales were posted all around it.
There were even pictures of stories, and at the top of the hood was a crown-like crown, like a small and exquisite palace.
Small colorful wooden horses, and the children on wooden horses were all colorful, their faces warm and sweet.At the same time that the wooden horse rotated, it was still moving up and down the sunset red railing, like a beautiful melody.I watched the spinning wooden horse from afar, listening to the melody, trying to find my own destiny.It had been many years, and ever since the day I had a memory, I had started to look around the Red Maple Mountain."If so, who opened the gate?
And who am I going to look for?
For what?This was a question that would never be answered.
I was just a musical note in this searching melody, an interlude, and a fragment full of multicolored light.Perhaps, he just wanted to find a sense of tranquility.Perhaps, in order to find a color: orange, orange.
I have a demonic love for these colors.Perhaps, in order to find a child who could rotate a wooden horse, only children would yearn for it.
In fact, I am still a child, a fifth year of primary school, thirteen years old.I don't know who's describing it, but the melody of music awakens the most primitive of human memories.
From the melody of the spinning wooden horse, I hear the silence, the oranges and oranges, and the greatest name: Mother.In other words, what I was looking for was only my mother!Turn the horse -- Mom?Orange -- Mom?Juse's mother?In the contest of time and life, this answer was still blurry.Amidst all sorts of insults, the autumn wind blows over."Xiao Yezhong, what are you doing?""Little bastard, little bastard, little bastard..."Zhao Qijun.
He was a big man and also a child.
He was tall, strong, and his hair was like a beard of rice.
It was sparse and yellow.
Zhao Qijun often bullied me, and he had started since he was young.
He cursed me for being an illegitimate child and a bastard.
He even beat me up with everyone else.For this reason, my older brother Qiuyun had fought Zhao Qijun many times.His older brother, Qiuyun, was seven months older than me.
He was a gentleman who was well-versed in the culture of the Confucian Family.
He was gentle, honest, and reserved.
I had never seen him lose his rationality and indulgence without restraint.
He had always been polite and polite.
In any case, he would use his valiant and heroic bearing to win everyone's favor, and use his knowledge and wisdom to gain everyone's appreciation.I've never seen him scolding anyone or fighting a war.
However, Qiuyun fought with Zhao Qijun more than once for this bloodless sister of his, and they rolled in the muddy ditch together.I was going to leave, but the insults had already numbed me.
It didn't matter if I said more or less.Zhao Qijun didn't want to let this go, so he pushed me from behind.
I stumbled and nearly fell.
I turned around and glared at him.
His face was rough, and there were a lot of acne on it.I bit my lip and closed my eyes.
It was my skill to endure humiliation.He pushed me again, and I fell.I got to my feet, patted the dirt on my pants, and pushed him hard.
Unfortunately, I wasn't as strong as he was, and I couldn't push him.
Besides, I wasn't as old as he was, and he was sixteen.
So he pushed me down again.I stood up again and didn't pat the dirt on my pants.
I knew that even if I did, I would still fall.
At this moment, a few children came to me.
There were boys, girls, beautiful girls, ugly ones.
A group of people surrounded me, and they shouted at me, "Bastard, you're not allowed to play here.""..."I couldn't bear it anymore.
I cursed at Zhao Qijun, "Fuck you!
Fuck you!" Then, I spat on his clean clothes.Zhao Qijun was obsessed with cleanliness, so he had to wash a drop of rain on his clothes.
Her entire body trembled like she was suffering from epilepsy, like a bug crawling into her clothes until she shook her clothes off her body and fiercely fell to the ground.
Then, her eyes were bloodshot as she picked up a stick from the ground and rushed up.I had a feeling that I was in trouble, so I had to run away as soon as possible.
Zhao Qijun didn't give up.
I didn't have the speed to run as fast as he could.
All I could do was run.Zhao Qijun threw a stick at my back, which hurt a lot.
I tried my best to run away, but I couldn't let him catch me.
Otherwise, I would be in deep trouble and he would break my arm.The feeling of running desperately was so painful, and his heart and lungs were incredibly painful.
Zhao Qijun still didn't want to give up, and he tried his best to chase after him.
His stance made it impossible for him to break my arm.I walked around the muddy streets, through the dense forest.
There was no way out.
I slipped into Quicksand Court.The Quicksand Court was a very wicked place.
From what I heard, there was a pond and river here.
The river was full of lotus flowers that covered the sky and covered the earth, and there were also dantian bats.
The gorgeous lotus flowers were intoxicatingly beautiful and attracted countless people to come here to enjoy the sight.
When the mood was together, they reached out to pick lotuses that were even bigger than the praying fan, and they were verdant lotus roots.Therefore, the turtle spirit in the river took the opportunity to drag people into the water for the turtle spirit to practice magic.Qiaosha!
She told me this legend about Quicksand Court.
Others didn't seem to know that there was such a bizarre story.In a hurry, I walked past the protective railings of the pond and carefully squatted down.
I used the tall reeds to cover my body.
I hoped I could avoid Zhao Qijun's gaze.The slope of the pond was not steep, but there was a layer of moss on it, and it was very smooth.
If one stepped on the moss, they would accidentally slide into the pond.
The water in the pond was very deep, and under the water was a thick quagmire, enough to trap a person.
If one slipped into the pond, even adults would be in danger, let alone a primary school student.Zhao Qijun had no intention of leaving.
He knew that I must be hiding somewhere.
He walked around cursing, occasionally picking up a stone and throwing it into the pond.I cried, but I didn't cry.
I bit my lip hard, closed my eyes hard, squeezed out my tears, and wiped the tears from my face with the sleeves of my clothes.
My feet were rubbing against the force of gravity, and I was losing my center of gravity.
Gradually, my shoes were dipped in water.My nails were stuck between the gaps of the cemented stone slabs, and soon the gaps ripped apart.
A heart-wrenching pain hit my heart, and three bright red blood marks were imprinted on the sloped stone slabs.
If I could endure it, I would endure it.
No matter how painful it was, I would endure it.
If I couldn't endure it, I would even destroy my hands.No matter what kind of situation I was in, I wouldn't be sad or desperate, because I believed that the sun wouldn't be together forever, and the water in October pond wouldn't be warm.
I wouldn't beg for mercy, and I would wag my tail and beg for mercy three times in a row.
My only skill was to use the pain of my body and the roar of my life to endure the fire and the purgatory of water..My childhood was a mark of pain and pain.
It wasn't just my ugliness, ignorance, chaos, and the humiliation and harm that came from the outside world.During my childhood, I had lived for a short period of time, and I didn't care how sad it was to live under the Monarch Descends and Floating.
My heart was filled with pure innocence and happiness, and there was also a bond of expectation between fairy tales and princesses.
But it was very short, even more so than the shadow of the flowers.Since the day I became sensible, many people nicknamed me, saying that bastard, illegitimate child, father, mother, and no mother raised wild child.I don't understand.
I don't understand the meaning of illegitimate children and illegitimate children.
Didn't I have a father?
I also have a mother and a brother.
Brother Qiuyun is very good.
If there's anything delicious, he always sneaks around and gives it to me.But there was one thing that disturbed my calm.Zhiming, in other words, was my mother.
She was very, very beautiful.
Everyone said that she was a low-key, low-key, and low-spirited woman.
However, my daughter was not only as black as a coal ball, but also ugly.
This was probably the reason why they called me a bastard.
My daughter should be like her mother, otherwise she would be a bastard.I've seen some women on TV before.
In order to make their faces very white and beautiful, they would put a layer of gray mud on their faces.
Some people rubbed it on their faces and rubbed it again.
In this way, their faces were really white.
They were even more beautiful than Zhiming's.
Zhiming never applied those gray mud.
It was probably because she hid the gray mud away and secretly rubbed it when I couldn't see them.Several cherry trees and apple trees were planted in the courtyard.During spring, I finally discovered that Zhiming had hidden the gray mud under the tree roots.
I couldn't help but wonder if I could find it no matter how hard I tried.

She really was smart.Now that I've caught it, Zhiming is still lying.
He says that it's fertilizer.
They're able to make cherries grow bigger, redder, sweeter, and sweeter.
They're lying.
Who are you kidding?
I'm not stupid.
I really want to make cherries big and red.
Why don't I paint the gray mud on the cherries, and why do I have to hide the mud in the roots of the trees?When no one was around, I sneaked out and crouched under the cherry tree with a small shovel.
I dug out the gray mud with anticipation, filling it with the porcelain bowl I liked.
There were even red pepper patterns on it.
Then I secretly applied the gray mud on my face, then rubbed and pinched my face.Zhao Qijun saw this.
Several children next to him caught up to me and snatched the bowl in my hand.
They threw mud on my face and slapped my eyes until they were red and swollen, unable to open them.
They even spat and smeared their faces, laughing and insulting me."Little fool, a little bastard.
There's life, no one to raise...""Illegitimate son, shameless.
Destroying other people's family is shameless...""You bastard, you bastard, your mother doesn't want you..."I was enraged.
My eyes hurt so much that I couldn't open them.
In the end, I retaliated.
"You're the bastards!
You're the bastards!"A very, very tall child rushed out and pushed me down.
I tried to get up, but they pushed me down again.I didn't stand up.
They were circling around me, scolding me.From that day onward, the innocent Qiujing had died, and the pure Qiujing had died.
Qiujing no longer yearned for happiness and the heart of the fairy tale princess.Pixiu, withered, poisonous insects, and calamity were the blood of my soul.Loneliness, deathly silence, hatred, and death were my meridians.The water in the pond wet the legs of his pants, and his shoes slipped.
Most of his left leg slipped into the water.
The person in the pond was icy cold, as cold as death."AhZhao Qijun also heard me and found my tracks.
He was a wolf that had found its prey and rushed up.
The wooden club in his hand swung about.
He was tall, about 1.7 meters tall, and his body was very agile.
He had practiced martial arts for a few days, so he didn't need to work as hard as I did.
Instead, he jumped up and jumped over the railings."Damn your mother, you bastard, I won't kill you today!"The moss on the side of the railing was thick and slippery, and Zhao Qijun's leaping movements were too strong.
In addition to the inertia of his massive weight, his feet couldn't stand straight as soon as he landed.
He fell back on his horse and rolled far away, until he fell into the pond.The water in the pond was so deep that it drowned Zhao Qijun, who was 1.7 meters tall.
He struggled desperately and shouted.
As soon as he shouted, cold water poured into his mouth and blocked his mouth.
He couldn't make a sound.This was a rare chance.
I leaned up against the moss on the slope and grabbed the railing with both hands.
I knew I was safe now.Then, I glanced at Zhao Qijun in the pond.
His hands danced and he struggled desperately, panic and panic completely proving that Zhao Qijun didn't know how to swim.At the same time, my first reaction wasn't to call for help, nor to go to the pond to save him, regardless of his own safety.Instead, his gaze scanned his surroundings like lightning.
At this time, it was late autumn.
It had just fallen into autumn, so there wouldn't be anyone around the pond.
There was a street across the pond, and there would be people on the other side of the pond.
However, people on the road wouldn't be able to see what had happened in the withered pond.After confirming that there was no one around, my hand clenched the railings tightly and turned to look at Zhao Qijun, who was desperately struggling to survive in the pond.
His head appeared on the surface of the water, and then it submerged the surface of the water.
Then, it appeared again, and disappeared again.
After many times, during their reunion, his physical strength gradually disappeared.
His desire to live was strong, but this merciless barrier cut off his desire to live.The colorful surface of the water was especially beautiful under the cool autumn and withered weather.
It was as cold as a dead heart, withered yellow leaves, and mournful lotus lotus roots.
They accompanied Zhao Qijun through this funeral in autumn.I closed my eyes and didn't want to look.
Zhao Qijun's blood-red eyes were filled with despair and pleading.
I knew exactly what he was begging for.
Who else could it be but me?I closed my eyes and cut off his pleading hope.
Since I couldn't give him a chance to live, why would I give him a pitiful and cheap chance?
That would be too cruel.
Wasn't that right?It was almost time for me to open my lost eyes.
I bellowed into the sky, shouted into the dense lotus pond, and shouted across the street."Help"Help, someone fell into the water"Ah I loosened my grip on the railings and slowly slipped my body into the pond.
The cold water wet my pants and clothes.
At the same time, I called for help."Help!
Help!""Help!
Help!"The cry for help was like a clap of thunder, cutting through the silence in the sky.
Many people heard the cry for help.Not long after, people ran over from the other side of the street.
They carefully walked over and saw me, who was covered in water and waving my hands for help.I asked my men to rescue them, and Zhao Qijun also got someone to fish them up.
The ambulance arrived as well.The doctor sighed in regret.
It was a pity that Zhao Qijun wouldn't have died if it had been so early.Sigh They shook their heads and sighed.
There was nothing they could do about it!
Life couldn't withstand a single blow.
For a short period of time, it was like a blur.
Most lives weren't gorgeous, just like the short period of time of the flower, but it was dazzling.Zhao Qijun was dead.
He was only three years older than me when he was sixteen.In my heart, Zhao Qijun was just a very virtual concept.
He didn't even have the impression of a complete face.
He was just an age comparison.
A person who was three years older than me was so simple and ordinary.Zhao Qijun was dead.
I didn't blame myself at all, nor would I feel any guilt.
This wasn't because he often bullied and hit me.
It was because he was happier than I was.
This was the most unforgivable thing.Zhao Qijun had a father who loved him and a mother who loved him.
His parents doted on him and often bought him delicious food, nice clothes, and fun toys.He had a mickey T-shirt with the pattern of a machine cat printed on it, and a very, very large wind control machine in his hand.
In a few days, he changed into a red orange shirt with Jie Kexun's head printed on it.
The plane in his hand also changed into a remote control jeep.Once, I saw with my own eyes that his mother had bought him a big cake.
He said coquettishly that it was too greasy and not tasty.
Without a word, his mother immediately bought a different cake.Why was he so happy?
Why did he have parents who loved him?
Why didn't I?I hated, hated the happy people.
I prayed that all the happy people would die, or that bad luck would haunt me.My older brother, Qiuyun, also had a father who loved him dearly, and a mother who loved him dearly, Zhiming.
However, his older brother was different from Zhao Qijun, and his family wasn't warm.
To be more precise, it should be said that our family wasn't warm, and I was their adopted daughter.
I and my older brother, Qiuyun, should call Qiukun, daddy, and Zhiming's mother.Although Qiukun and Zhiming didn't love me at all.In the beginning, it was Zhiming who adopted me, but Qiukun opposed it with all his might.
He didn't want me at all, but he couldn't beat Zhiming.
In the end, he reluctantly obeyed Zhiming and adopted me.There was also a huge, earth-shattering wave in the midst of the storm of the family.
It was Zhiming's illegitimate son, a boy.
Before Zhiming and Qiukun's marriage, there had been a relationship between the two of them, and they had even secretly given birth to a child.
Now that the relationship had ended, Zhiming and Si Tubo didn't even ask for the child, and the child had been sent to an orphanage not too far away from our home.Qiukun knew that this was only the third year after he got married to Zhiming, and that was when he was pregnant with Qiuyun.
Because of this, Qiukun was extremely annoyed.
He always went crazy and started a fight.Whenever he got drunk, he would scold and hit me.......