My dad is a reticent disabled person with a leg problem, and because my mom is not in good health, he stopped his idea of ​​going out to work.

He simply has a hand in planting flowers, and he can feed our family of three without going out to work.

Our place is poor. This forest was originally an abandoned village, and there are few households, but there is still a lot of land.

But the people in the village made money when they went out to work. They either bought a house outside or moved to the previous town.

The land was also deserted, but our family was the only one who couldn't leave because of poverty.

My dad was reluctant to let the land go unused, so he contracted the land, and then rode a tricycle to drill into the mountains, looking for some wild plants with strange shapes or good appearances, and planting them by himself, pruning them for modeling.

Relying on that handicraft, my parents offered me to high school.

But I’m not popular..."

With a melancholy sigh, Yu Xiaoyu continued her unfinished words, "Because the memory is too clear, the classmates called me monsters, excluded me and bullied me in isolation.

I was not an extrovert at first. The lack of Ruyi Scepter in campus life made me fearful of school life and also afraid of contact with people.

The teacher didn't like me either. I was bullied once, and for the first time I chose to fight back.

Then I rioted in front of the teacher. In fact, many teachers knew about my bullying at school, but no one helped me.

It was the same at that time. The teacher didn't give me a chance to argue or understand the truth of the matter. He directly convicted me and said that I was sick in front of an office worker.

I also want to apologize to my classmates who bullied me in front of all the teachers and students at the morning meeting the next day.

I couldn't stand the insult, so I dropped out of school and went home.

My parents know that I have problems with my memory, but they are illiterate and don't think about anything else. They just think it's a good thing that my memory is good, but they don't know how painful I am because my memory is too good.

Because of fear of contact with people, the pain doubled again..."

"It's a bit miserable."

Being next to Yu Xiaoyu, I didn’t think it was enough. I had to read Yu Xiaoyu’s words to the Xia Yanpeng who they heard at the beginning of Xia. “This baby is a victim of school violence. No wonder there is social fear. disease."

As he said, he touched Yu Xiaoyu’s head and comforted, “But that’s all in the past, you have to think better. You can see that you have become a zombie now, but you still retain your time as a human being. Memory, this is a very lucky thing.

Those of your classmates, hehe, maybe they have long since turned into zombies and have their heads cut off and their nuclei dug out. With this comparison, do you feel better in your heart? "

With that said, he added, "You don't have to avenge your grievances, how great."

Compared with Yu Xiaoyu, they are capitalized. So many brothers who died didn't even have a chance for revenge, and they sold themselves for a few Chinese cabbage.

It's really miserable to mix into this virtue.

As soon as he said these words, at the beginning of Xia, they stunned their faces.

Xi Yanpeng is too bad, and the full of grooves makes people not even feel like spitting out.

Yu Xiaoyu had the same thoughts, but now is not the time to struggle with this, he typed a paragraph again, and then handed the phone to Lu Yuxiu.

Lu Yuxiu glanced at the screen, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Don't dream, your ancestors did not have the power of cultivating immortals, and you are not different from ordinary people in blood and genes. You are a genuine and extremely rare patient with hypermemia."

Yu Xiaoyu uttered a loud voice, then took back the phone and called again, "Then I am a zombie and still conscious because of hypermemia?"

Lu Yuxiu couldn't answer this question. He had never seen such a situation, and he was not a person who specializes in zombies and hypermemia, so he directly gave a sentence I don't know.

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