Chapter 717

"I said not to leave, he said not to leave, I said not to leave me alone, he said not to lose There's something else, um I can't remember... "

Anxixia scratched her head with headache.

Sheng Yize: " Ha ha. "

Ask him the psychological shadow area at this moment.

An Xia Xia blinked: "before this dream, there is still a dream."

"Well?"

"Secret."

An Xiaxia grinned, warm, sweet and full.

That song of courage was originally sung to her.

It's really, really good.

-The night is very deep.

Su Xiaomo unexpectedly couldn't sleep. He got up and poured two sleeping pills to take. He tried to force himself to sleep.

She was the only one in the family.

She began to regret now. She knew she shouldn't have quarreled with He Jia so capriciously.

She is most afraid of one person.

Shrunk in the quilt, the early autumn night is a little cold, Su Xiaomo shrunk into the quilt, unable to help shivering all over.

In the dead of night, after the lights are off, the feeling of being alone is too bad.

It seems that she didn't feel too hard to be accompanied by he Jiayu these years. Instead, she became a pain that others could not experience.

At the same time.

He Jiayu got the information about Su Xiaomo's childhood.

Those, unknown memories

When Su Xiaomo was three years old, he won the first prize in the kindergarten painting competition. The teacher inadvertently said, "I have a great talent for painting", and was taken seriously by Su's father and mother.

They enrolled in an art class for her. A child who didn't understand anything was forced to learn painting by them.

At that time, Su's family was just an ordinary wage family. She spent a lot of money on painting for her.

The more you give, the more you want.

Su Xiaomo was frequently sent to participate in various competitions. If he won the prize, his parents would be very happy to show off. If he failed, his parents were afraid that the girl would leave scars when she hit, so they never hit her. They would either kneel or starve, and they would be very skilled in using cold violence.

Su Xiaomo learned eight years old in that kind of imprinting environment.

At the age of eight, she has been able to draw landscape sketches and figure sketches skillfully, which are similar to those of art students.

It was a cold winter that year. She didn't want to draw or go out to set off fireworks. At that time, her parents' sad eyes would never forget her life.

"We spend all our efforts on you. Do you want to play if you don't draw well? Are you worthy of us? Do you want us to die? "

Su Xiaomo cried and shook his head desperately. He was violently thrown into the studio by his father: "six plaster statues a day! Don't come out if you can't finish painting! "

People who learn to draw probably know that drawing takes time, not to mention portraits. Su Xiaomo is a type of continuous improvement. Once painted, he will not be lazy.

So that day, she drew it for nearly 20 hours, and finally it came out.

Su's father and mother saw this, not only did they not love their daughter, but they saw the fanaticism in each other's eyes.

So, Su Xiaomo's nightmare started completely.

Her parents wanted her to be a painter. They closed her up and forced her to paint for more than 16 hours every day.

From the age of eight to twelve, she never walked out of the studio except for the occasional meeting with an Xiaxia and Kang Kang.

So in the early morning of a bright star river, Su Xiaomo took a knife, gave himself a wrist, came to a knife