How hard is it to destroy a bear child?

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Mr. Rongkuk

It's not hard to destroy a bear child

The hard part is destroying the grown-ups who are protecting the bear child!

The hard part is destroying the adults who protect a bear child!

The hard part is destroying the adults protecting the bears!!!!

My cousin, the son of my dad's own brother, is twelve years younger than me and has a Christmas birthday.

However, he is not a Saint, but a Demon.

My cousin's mother, is my uncle's mother, my uncle's family is from Baoding, Hebei province, and my uncle got married and settled down in Baoding by the way. The first time I went to their home as a guest, my uncle and aunt had to go out temporarily, leaving only my cousin's grandma and grandpa, me, and the ten-year-old him.

Evening, I was watching TV on the side, he grabbed the remote control and forced to change the channel, I did not say anything, after all, the guest of honor, began to sit on the sofa and play with the phone. He saw that I didn't care that he had forced a change of channel, he came forward to snatch my cell phone, there was no intention of borrowing it for a while, and he went straight to grab it. I pushed him away and told him that the TV was his family's business, but the cell phone was my own. When he saw that his repeated attempts to grab it were ineffective, he changed his mind and grabbed my charger and ran off to hide it.

I glanced at his grandmother, meaning you are not going to control your nephew? Her old man did not say a word, turned his head to look at the TV.

My phone was fully charged and I didn't really need a charger, so I ignored him and continued to play with my phone. Seeing my indifference to his hiding of the charger, he came forward again to grab the phone. I pushed him away again, but the more I pushed him, the more he came forward, his eyes staring at me fiercely, breaking my fingers and opening his mouth to bite down hard. I saw that he was about to bite down and backhanded him, slapping him across the mouth.

His maternal grandmother then rushed over, holding his cousin, ready to pull him into the room. But he still does not comply, fuming to come forward to fight with me, I sat on the other side continue to ignore him. When he saw that I was still indifferent, he turned around and rushed into the kitchen, took out a sharp knife, and rushed towards me, his eyes full of murderous intent, and he was still only a ten year old child.

I dodged, grabbed his knife, and angrily kicked him to the ground, holding down his buttocks and beating him furiously. Or his grandma, rushed to push me away and protect his cousin.

The next day, my aunt and uncle came back, and I thought his grandmother would tell them what the boy had done, but she didn't, and said lightly that my cousin had been naughty in the house, and then accused me of being an older brother who liked to play with his younger brother.

Since then, I have not been to their home once.

Last summer vacation, grandma was sick. The family returned home to Shandong, and I also put off all kinds of things back home. My uncle is modest and non-controversial, gentle temperament, our uncle and nephew relationship is okay. However, I am very dissatisfied with my uncle's mother, who is extremely spoiled by my cousin, and the two of us don't treat each other well, but we are just in the way, and we still have a good relationship on the surface.

Because I know that my cousin is a bear of a child, and my family, especially my father and mother and aunts and uncles, love him like a treasure, so I will deliberately stay away from him, and do not want to have unnecessary entanglements with him. But the more away, the more he thought I was afraid of him, and then the more willing to take the initiative to provoke. Every time he provoked, my parents and uncles as the head of the family adults are in the eyes, but turned a blind eye, let him do whatever he wanted. He began to intensify, grabbing my cell phone, dropping my glasses, and kicking me from time to time. I can't stand it anymore, so I pushed him away, but as long as I pushed him away, he was bound to push more and more forward, his eyes are still vicious, only my sister knows that I'm holding back my anger, and the rest of us still don't care.

One day during lunch break, I was lying on the cooler ready to rest. He stood tall, grabbed a very heavy buckwheat-skin pillow, and slammed it into my face for no apparent reason. Luckily I had taken my glasses off, otherwise the impact of that pillow would have completely smashed them on my face door, with predictable consequences.

My anger reached its limit and I stood up and walked forward. My sister, realizing that I was exploding, purposely scolded my cousin, but by that point, there was nothing left to hold down my fire. I pushed my sister away, pinned him to the ground with one hand, and started punching him violently with the other. My father, mother, and aunt rushed over to stop me, but they simply couldn't pull the beastly me away. Aunt blocked in front of my cousin, stopping me from going up to start the fight, while holding down my cousin who was staring at me fiercely and wanted to fight back; my father and mother pulled me, but I was eager to break free, and pushed my mother to the ground with a backhanded thrust. As I went to help her, my aunt hurriedly dragged my cousin out of my sight, not forgetting to yell a few words of reproach at me as she walked away.

The next thing I knew was my father hurling insults at me, and I've always despised people like my father who disgusted me in every way, so I cursed back, sword drawn, while my mother bawled her eyes out. He scolded me and told me to get out of his house; I told him as I packed my bags that I wouldn't have been happy in such a place; he told me not to spend his money if I could; I said I would live without you.... I told him I would live without you. After I finished packing, I left the house without looking back at my mother, and I didn't have time to say goodbye to my grandmother.

After leaving, my mother texted me, telling me what she and my father thought, saying that my cousin is my uncle's child and we can't help educating him, and that he is doing too much, but in the face of my uncle's mother, I can only listen to him.

I texted back, thinking that raising a child like this is a dereliction of duty on the part of the uncle and aunt as parents, and that it is their obsessive coddling that makes the child lawless. Also, the aunt and uncle didn't consider getting in my parents' way when they allowed her child to pick on me. I called my father a wimp who only knew how to coddle his cousins but never gave his own biological children a single ounce of love.

I began to resent my father, my uncles and my cousins because I thought they were the ones who made me choose to leave.

After I left, my grandmother saw me away at night for dinner, and for no apparent reason she insisted on putting down her dishes and going to lie on my bed, saying she would wait for me to come back to eat with her, saying that it was impossible for me to leave home and go out without saying hello to her. After typing this paragraph, I have been sobbing late at night.

Then my grandmother's condition worsened and I rushed home to spend the last twenty days with her. The day after the funeral, left again, without a trace of attachment.

Although I could resent it, I couldn't destroy the bears after all, much less the adults who protected them, and I had no choice but to stay away endlessly.

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The above is the original reply, first to those few who told me to beat up my cousin alone. This method is not feasible. My cousin is definitely one of the few types of bratty in the world, I can only describe him as a devil, after all, who at the age of ten would dare to stab their brother with a sharp knife in hand. As long as I can't beat him to death, he will never submit to me, if you see the scene where the more I beat him, the more he recoiled and came up to tear me apart, as well as the look in his eyes as he stared at me with a death grip wanting to kill me, you will understand how stubborn he is. Furthermore, as long as I can't beat him to death, then he will go to report to the police, the whole family except grandma and sister, everyone is toward him, this is why he dares to be so arrogant. As long as he complained, then I immediately became a target, my uncle's mother wouldn't accuse me directly, but she often pointed fingers and cursed me, and if I hit him hard enough, she'd even open up to take my cousin back to Hebei, then I'd become the sinner again for forcing my uncle's mother away, and my grandfather would be the first to throw me out of the house, and at times like this, my aunt and uncle's father and mother would undoubtedly choose to accuse me (and thus ingratiate themselves with my uncle's family). They will always think that a child, how naughty can he be, and that I, as the elder brother, should give in to my younger brother in every way.

This also reaffirms what I said at the beginning of the sentence ---- Destroying a bear child is not difficult, the difficulty is to destroy the adults who protect the bear child. If I want to destroy my cousin, I need to first bring down my grandfather, father, mother, aunts, uncles and grandmothers who stand in his way, as well as my cousin's grandma and grandpa. Me and them, one is always wrong.

What follows is my own explanation in response to a couple of people in the comments section who think I have a problem with the way I treat my father. I haven't started writing down yet, but I'm sure what I write will be tinged with my personal feelings.

What kind of man is my father?

My father and mother fought a lot, over various things.

Sometimes, while eating a meal, he would simply drop the bowl onto the floor because the food was not to his liking, and then lean to the side, watching his mother crouch on the floor without saying a word to pick up the broken bowl; or because of a disagreement between the two men's words during the meal, he would directly turn the table over, shouting savagely and verbally abusing each other with his mother, using the most vicious and hurtful words to insult each other; even if it was not an argument, the two men in their lives also often speak in high decibel voices, each trying to make their voices overpower and suppress the other. The two of them are often talking in high decibels even when they are not arguing.

They have been living in their quarrels since I can remember, from the beginning of the childish stage of fear to hide to the side, not even dare to cry, to later try to persuade a few words, but he will always yell at me a "adult quarrel, should not be your business! After all, I've seen this kind of quarrel for almost twenty years now. When I was in the middle school exams, they were arguing, when I was in the high school exams, they were arguing, when I came home from vacation, they were arguing, when I was in school, I could hear them arguing when I was on the phone, forever and ever and ever, they were arguing.

Can't say I wasn't affected. I was afraid of people talking loudly, even if the usual content was said in high decibels it made me subconsciously afraid that it was another quarrel; I couldn't see girls crying, it reminded me of my mother during quarrels; and I didn't fight with girls because I was used to seeing that kind of weakness in women during quarrels.

My father used to beat me.

In my childhood, because I turned up the volume of the TV too loud, he came up and slapped me in the mouth; because I went to the store and accidentally broke a bottle of white wine that cost a few dollars, he kicked me a few meters away; because I didn't finish my homework in time, he grabbed a pencil case and slammed it on me. And so on and so forth.

When I got a little older. Because I don't like him smoking in the house, said he a few words, began to do it; because he and his mother at the dinner table quarrel, I don't like to see put down the chopsticks to go back to the room, then said I have more problems, directly pick up the glass of wine thrown at my room; because of the first day of the New Year in the relative's home I don't want to eat, in front of all the people's face hands to start the fight. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this.

Later I began to resist, he also started more and more ruthless. And so on and so forth.

My father had no care for me.

Twenty years, I did not experience a little care from my father. Elementary school, home from school in the rain, parents are going to pick up their children, only I was alone in the rain walking seven miles home; I have excellent homework, back to the first exam, do not get any of his praise, not even a look; I have never seen him smile at me, let alone care; he smoked, drank and gambled money can be, I buy a pair of shoes will be reprimanded and abused; I am in their own homes, said more than a few sentences, will be his roar of a "

The father of the world's most important and most important thing is that we have the right to be with you. He would yell at me to keep my mouth shut. When I came home to ask for money for vaccinations, he would always think that I had asked for it and spent it frivolously, so I refused to get vaccinated, no matter what the vaccine was; he still doesn't know the correct spelling of my name; he never called me by "my son" or anything like that; and I used to think that he probably didn't care about his children until I saw him take the baby out of the house and put it in his hands. I thought he might not care for his children at all, until I saw how he spoiled his devilish cousin and how jealous I was of him as his own son. Blah blah blah.

Father was intensely macho.

He was foolishly filial and demanded that I be foolishly filial as well. "It's not wrong for an old man to be wrong," were his exact words, "Even if an old man does something heavenly wrong, but because he's an elder, that wrong is not wrong," were his explanations; and he thought that no matter how much the parents quarrelled, for the children, it was all "adult's business, shouldn't be your business", he felt that his and mother's endless quarrels had nothing to do with me, and couldn't have any effect on me; he clutched all the money in the family in his hands, and his mother had to ask him for money to buy a fish and a bundle of vegetables, and to ask how much it cost her to buy what she did, although her mother earned no less than he did; he thought that men just He thinks that men can go out and gamble and women can't go out and stay at home; he is an honest man in the eyes of outsiders, but he will always take his anger out on my mother and me. And so on and so forth.

Twenty years, my attitude toward my own father, from fear, to please, from resistance, to helplessness, from resentment, to numbness. I hate him as a father of this kind of people, gave birth to me to raise me but never care about me to educate me, if you insist on letting me repay that parenting grace, I would rather cut meat and bone do not want to owe him anything. My mother said something for me so that I did not divorce, I hate her not early to take me to escape from such a father, to this day, I will still be in her and my father arguing to force her and his divorce. How twisted should a child's heart be when he is so strongly in favor of his parents' divorce?

You guys are making judgments out of thin air in your comments without knowing why, if it were you, after twenty years like this, would you continue to accuse me in such a calm manner

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Last update, I guess.

The interest and support received is appreciated, so I won't reply to all of you. Thanks.

No need to comment after this read.

From that time when I chose to leave because of the bear incident, and then again after my grandmother's death, I never asked for a penny from my family again. In Beijing by part-time eight or nine children's tutor, pay their own tuition fees, their own change of cell phone, their own outings, their own support, a year off and on to the mother remittance of almost 30,000 yuan. Now graduated from undergraduate, came to shenzhen tplink work, or their own to support themselves, the mother of their own money, so a month to the mother remittance of one thousand dollars.

As for the family, on May 1, I heard that my grandfather did not like to eat, and deliberately went home to visit. My mother took all kinds of care of my grandfather, but he stubbornly refused, insisted on living on his own, and his chopsticks grew hairy. I threw away his old chopsticks and replaced them with new ones. When he tried to use the chopsticks after swishing them in a pot before eating, I thought it was unclean, so I scooped up water in a basin and brushed the chopsticks for him. He complained that I threw away the old chopsticks and that I didn't listen to him, and in a fit of rage, he overturned the basin of water on me. In that case, my dad and my grandfather are quite similar. I also got angry and slammed the door. When I got home, my dad took out his theory of filial piety and yelled at me, saying that it's not wrong for an old man to be wrong, and that he should be allowed to do whatever he wants to do. I also learned from my grandfather's style, overturned a table of food, pointing at my father and asked him, this is not wrong, is it? He didn't say a word.

I left again, this time informing the whole family that I was breaking off my relationship with them, and that I didn't want to return to a group of people whose views were twisted to the core.

Tomorrow is the first week of my grandmother's death, and I miss her, but it's good to know that I don't need to be attached anymore. Alone from now on.

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Updated December 31, 2021

Seeing so many knowledgable friends and homies hanging on, I am very grateful haha, come and update! I'd like to update you on the progress so far.

My family is from Haiyang, Shandong Province, in order to get away from the family, I chose to come to Foshan, Guangdong Province - Biyuanyuan this side of the work (ready to leave), or do not want a penny of the family, ready to rely on their own life, plans to buy a house next year to live in Foshan.

The relationship with the family has eased a lot, in large part because my father is no longer as domineering as he used to be, and has begun to be considerate of my mother from time to time and take care of my grandfather at home with my mother. Of course, we still can't say a word to each other for a whole year, I sometimes send him a message but he never replies ahahahahahahaha.

I'll go back for New Year's and give them some money or buy him a car for farm work or something.

You must be more interested in knowing what happened to this bear child brother - he dropped out of school, did not want to go to high school, do not want to read, his family how to persuade can not be persuaded, so sent to a restaurant to do the front desk -

The days are so plain, thank you again for your concern ~

Occasionally, I still dream about my grandmother, and in two years, I will be 30, but in my dreams, I am still like a child, relying on my grandmother's side of the naughty. I woke up without sadness, after all the ups and downs, I've looked away now.

Edited on 2021-12-30 20:47

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"Brother-in-law, are you only going to marry your sister?" I hooked his sash. "Jiang, Zi, Fu," Fu Qiao almost didn't break his back teeth when he heard it, "Can you stop calling me that? Are you planning to call for a hundred years?" "A hundred years is too long, I'll stop calling when you really die in my bed." Fu Qiao sighed. He is going on a southern expedition next month. He's come to steal one last love from me before he leaves. Why do you say that? A man is unmarried and a woman is unmarried, the place where we are undressing and enjoying fish and water is the small attic of my boudoir. This attic was originally used to hide books, to hide the poems and books that my husband taught me to read for more than ten years. But for the last three months it's been hiding a man. Or my sister's man. Sister is the only first daughter of the auxiliary general, dignified, beautiful and sensible, the kind of wife that all men dream of. I am the only illegitimate daughter of the Auxiliary General, and my mother is not a green house girl or a concubine, she is father's nursemaid. There's nothing wrong with that, maidservant. It makes me sick to say it. Disgusted by them, disgusted by myself, and incidentally disgusted by the Fu Qiao in me. "Fu Qiao, Fu Qiao ......." I pinched the smooth, tight flesh of his back with my fingernails. He grunted lightly from the pain, but he had no time to care. "Are you coming back to marry Jiang Chao Cui?" "She is the Crown Princess set by Father." "Then who am I?" "You are Jiang Zifu." He said, "I'm asking you who I am. "I'm asking you who I am." I didn't know where the strength came from and violently lifted him aside. I looked down at him. "Can we talk about this later?" He begged me. I didn't say anything and I didn't allow him to move. Because only at this moment, Fu Qiao was the most vulnerable. "First, I will be the Prince Liang Di, then I will be the Royal Concubine, then I will be the Holy Mother Empress Dowager, and then I will be ...... "How do you know I will live longer than you?" "How can a goblin outlive a human?" When he saw my tone of voice moderating, he immediately took advantage of the situation and counterattacked. I know I'm the goblin who can't see people. A few months ago when Fu Qiao came to give Jiang Chao Cui to place the offer, the main mother said with a smile, the husband's family three books and six appointments to marry, the mother's family accompanied by ten miles of red makeup, is the best place for a woman to go. Her eyes meant a lot. My mother, hunched and ashamed, looked older. I didn't. I also looked at her with a smile, and said You and watch, Fu Qiao explicitly married who. When I put this harsh words in my heart, I actually don't even know whether Fu Qiao is round or flat. Just because he is Jiang Chaobu to marry the person. Jiang Chaobu is not wrong, he also did not. They just did too many sins in their past lives to meet me. Fu Qiao has gone to war since that night. The soft collapse in my attic is filled with the traces he left behind, his smell. He said Jiang Zifu, the quilt is not to be changed or washed or folded, or I won't know if you bring another man. "Can't I bring another man?" I looked at him provocatively. "Unless you want to die with him." He put on his boots and got up without looking back. I wish he'd die on the battlefield. At least it was better than dying in my bed. As for why Fu Qiao will be on my bed, he said so himself, playing small to see are dignified and serious, see the heart of the big girl guilty of nausea. So come to find me this slutty. I asked him why he did not go to find a prostitute to experience a enough. He said that the kind of learned debauchery is too disgusting, only I, mixed as heavenly. I took it as a compliment. It's not bad to get into bed with the crown prince. After all, this is the purest relationship I've ever had in this world, male and female love, you have me, I have you, the rest is nothing. I'm not like Jiang Chao Cui, she sits in the mansion and people come to matchmaking. I'm like this, can only die in my small building. Maybe I'll be poisoned, maybe I'll fall to my death. When I die, the secret story of how my parents made me will be with my corpse, never to see the light of day again. None of them want me to live. But I still have to live. Not Fu Qiao will also be someone else's, the emperor ah chief minister ah as well as that beard are white Shangshu Lord. All can. Perhaps because there are too many back roads, when he turned my window again at night, I was very calm. "Jiang Zifu, have I lived to disappoint you?" "Don't dare." "Dare not is to think," he said, removing his helmet, which was plastered with blood and mud, and barely smashing through the floor of the attic. "Is the war over?" "No." "Then you've come back," I smiled more happily than if I'd been a prince consort, "not just to sleep with me, are you?" He closed his tired eyes and planted his head on my chest without speaking. The high bridge of his nose pokes at my flesh. Because he's really pushing. "What the hell are you doing back here?" I pull his hair out by the bun. "To see if you've hooked up with another guy." "What if I did?" He grabbed my shoulders violently and pushed me away, but wouldn't let go, his weary eyes turning into those of a wolf. "One more ghost of you under my blade isn't much." A short blade was pressed against my throat. I shivered from the ice, and the shiver broke my skin. "I didn't hook up with anyone else." If I'm stubborn, I won't have a chance to say the next sentence. "How can I prove it?" He wouldn't let go. "You didn't even move the bed last time you left." "Or anywhere else." ...... "Then kill me, I'll die to prove it." I closed my eyes and crossed my heart, no longer reasoning. Fu Qiao threw away his short blade and undressed me. "Is the war really not over?" "No." "Then why did you come back?" Not I want to break the pot to ask the end, I am afraid of his capricious away from the front line of the country is gone, I will be more likely to die. "I said I'd see if you'd hooked up with someone else." "Why do you care about the behavior of a slut?" "It's an insult to me if the woman I slept with hooked up with someone else." Fu Qiao returned from one battlefield and plunged into another. The battle lasted for an hour. He resumed his weariness, seemed tired and sleepy eyes couldn't open, moved my legs to his waist and fell asleep satisfied. After being quiet for a while he suddenly said, "Jiang Zifu, you're not lying." "How can you tell?" "You miss me too." His tone was very smug. When I opened my eyes again in the morning, the person beside me had already disappeared. Fu Jiao was finished. From the moment he longed for me to remain loyal to him, he was finished. I could take his life, or I could live with him. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as the story progressed. Too many girls in the world are obsessed with wanting a man's commitment and heart, but it's the least valuable and most unreliable. It's not even as good as sleeping him off. I want Fu Qiao to take me away from the Jiang family and never look back. Even with Jiang Chao Cui. But in the third month of his southern expedition, I really met another man. There was no hookup, it was a meeting. I drank all night on a boat on the brimming river. But wine for me, is water, leaning against the railing nap but because all night sleep some tired. The gentleman called twice to see me not to answer, fear that I was asleep and fell into the water, on the boat to see me. But he was so drunk that his feet were floating, and he fell into the river with a splash. Waiting for his boy rowing boat from the shore to catch up with the gentleman has long been dead, I had to a fierce dive down to fish him up. The night wind blew people straight shivering. Wake up his wine, wake up my sleep. "Thank you for saving my life," he said, wiping the water from his face, "My name is An Primrose, and my father is An He Ren, the Minister of the Household Department." "The next phrase for saving a life is often to give one's body in return." I couldn't help but tease him as I looked at his serious face. I didn't expect the boy's crystal cold white face to turn red. I am guilty. Usually with Fu Qiao tiger and wolf words come and go accustomed to, are fast forgetting how normal men and women should speak. "Okay, my father Hussar general, the one surnamed Jiang." An primrose color surprise. "It's not Jiang Chaojue," I know what he's thinking, "how could she go out at midnight." "I'm sorry, it's normal for the Jiang family to have other young ladies." "My mother was my father's nursemaid," he said. He seemed to be clarifying the relationship. "How about it, is it disgusting?" I looked into his eyes with anticipation. "Disgusting," An Primrose answered seriously, "but that's their disgust, not Miss Jiang's." "I have nothing to do with them? What am I like then?" "Kind-hearted and beautiful, quick-witted and intelligent." "Mr. An is drunk, go home now." I squeezed a handful of water from the hem of my skirt and leapt onto the shore without looking back. "I don't know Ms. Jiang's name." His voice was a bit eager. "Jiang Zifu," I explained in case he didn't really hear me, "purple hibiscus." But there is no purple hibiscus in the world. When I walked home, my head was already a little hot, so I had to take out the bathtub and boil some water for myself. I covered my face with a towel and closed my eyes to rest. My mind couldn't stop thinking about this man. Fu Qiao said I was slutty, the master mother said I was a cheap bastard, and my father said I was a sinner. Kind-hearted and beautiful, quick-witted and intelligent. This is the first time I've heard such good words. He knew I was the unseemly child of the Jiang family and still said so. Either he lied to me or he loves me. We met less than half an hour ago, the possibility of loving me is really not great. Then it's just lying to me, the poor man. I really want to hear him lie again. But should not hear, because Fu Qiao next month will return to the army. After he wins the battle, he wants to marry his wife. He's going to ask the emperor to give him a good wife based on his achievements. But he said, "Jiang Zifu, I actually don't want to marry you. A wife is better than a concubine, a concubine is better than stealing." "Stealing is better than not being able to steal." I coldly pushed back his hot chest. "Just saying, look at how petty you are," he used more force to encircle me, "This is really not suitable to be a concubine." "Right? I only want to be a wife." "You can be my grandmother if I can decide!" Fu Qiao sighed, "Do you know that I have offended both my father and your father in order to welcome you into the house?" "Fu Qiao, aren't you afraid of losing your life if you say that?" I laughed at once. "To sleep with you is also for your sake." He also laughed. While marrying Jiang Chao Cui as the Crown Princess, he additionally spared me as a good di. When the news reached the mansion, the three of them were having dinner. Because my father still had a piece of crab paste on his beard when he killed me in a rage in my small courtyard. "Jiang Zifu! You're shameless!" "Why am I shameless?" "If you hadn't shamelessly hooked up with the Crown Prince, would he have known you existed?" He glared at me fiercely, as if he wanted to stare two holes out of me. "You're right, I hooked up, now Fu Qiao would rather hurt your face than marry me, he's madly in love with me!" The old man was furious and gave me a slap that was so strong that it knocked me until I fell. "If you don't have the guts to beat me to death, don't do it again." "What did you say?" He couldn't seem to believe his ears. "Or else when I become the Empress Dowager, the first thing I'll do is exterminate your entire family," I said as I stood up and tied a knot in the hole in my skirt that I had fallen through. "Do you still want to know how I will become the Empress Dowager? I'll tell you, I'll kill Jiang Chao Cui before I become the Crown Princess, I'll be the Empress when the Emperor dies, and I'll be the Empress Dowager when Fu Qiao dies." There was a silence. After a long time, I saw fear in my father's expression. But obviously, not because of my words. "The second young lady is crazy," he said to the servants on his left and right, "taking the words of a madman seriously and spreading them abroad is punishable by loss of head." A group of dogs, who had come to ask questions in a righteous manner, fled in haste. Is a madman really that scary? But it wasn't bad to live out the last peaceful days in this hellish place. The ten miles of red makeup that the master mother had said was really over the top, the mansion just invited to do the wedding clothes for Jiang Chao Cui is the best eight embroiderers in Silk and Zhuang. The clothes are really gorgeous. Red dazzling, gold flash. I do not have gold, red can not wear, can only wear rose red. When my mother gave me the measurements, exclaimed, Fu'er rich breasts and slender waist, later must have husband like. I said in my heart, I have already been in the bookstore to get him to like for I don't know how many nights. She knows everything, but pretends to be just an ordinary mother cutting wedding clothes for an ordinary girl. Let her be, perhaps we will never see each other again. The day passed to Fu Qiao married the night before, late at night in the house is still joyful and laughter, I don't know why my heart is very dry. From the back door out in the street pacing. Maybe it is destined to have this disaster, I paced to the brimming river. The moonlight made the river shimmering, the courtesan on the boat sang a song of love. I was mesmerized when I was called back to my senses by a voice filled with surprise. "Miss Jiang!" A figure waved at me from the boat. As I sailed in, I realized that it was the same boat I was accustomed to. It was only when I got closer that I realized it was An Snapdragon. I boarded his boat. "Ms. Jiang seems to enjoy coming out at night." "Are you waiting for me?" I hate wasting time. "Yes, unforgettable." An Snap's eyes were as loyal and innocent as a puppy's. Just looking at me like that. A flicker of intolerance flickered from my heart, just a flicker. "It's no use. I'll marry someone as a concubine tomorrow." "Even if Ms. Jiang doesn't like me, I shouldn't say such angry words." The puppy's eyes were still bright. "You know that the Prince is getting married tomorrow, don't you?" "Yes." "I'm marrying him too. They think it's too humiliating, so no one knows." It finally went out. I was suddenly very, very sad, sadder than if my husband had died on our wedding night. If Fu Qiao had met this man before he got into my bed, would he have asked me to be his wife? Then I would have worn the big red color. Even if I didn't have the eight embroiderers from the Silk House to embroider gold threads on my dress, I'd still be the most colorful in the capital. Suddenly, I said, "An Primrose, let's sleep together. No one has ever said I'm kind and beautiful. If you say that, I'll never forget you. I also want you to never forget me."

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