The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"I said don't leave, he said he didn't leave, I said don't leave me alone, he said he wouldn't lose ... and, what else is coming, hey ... I can't remember ..."

Anxiaxia scratched her head with a headache.

Sheng Yize: "... hehe."

Ask him about the area of ​​psychological shadow at this moment.

An Xia Xia blinked: "Before this dream, have a dream."

"Ok?"

"secret."

Anxiaxia grinned, her heart warm, sweet, and full.

That courage was originally sung to her.

Really, really nice.

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It's dark.

Su Xiaomo couldn't sleep accidentally, got up and poured two sleeping pills, and tried to force herself to sleep.

It was empty all around, and she was alone in the family.

She now began to regret it. She knew that she shouldn't have such a willful fight with He Jiayu.

She is most afraid of being alone.

Shrinking in the quilt, the night of early autumn was slightly cold, Su Xiaomo shrank into the quilt, could not help shaking.

The night was quiet, after the lights were turned off, the feeling of being alone was really bad.

He Jiayu has been with me all these years. It doesn't seem to be too difficult, and changing to her alone has become a pain that no one else can experience.

at the same time.

He Jiayu received Su Xiaomo's childhood information.

Those, unknown memories ...

When Su Xiaomo was three years old, she won the first place in a kindergarten drawing competition. The teacher had no intention of saying "very talented in painting", and was taken seriously by Su's father, Su and Mom.

They enrolled her in an art class, a child who didn't understand anything, and they were forced to learn to paint.

At that time, the Su family was just an ordinary working family. For her painting, she spent a lot of money.

The more you give, the more you want to get in return.

Su Xiaomo was frequently sent to participate in various competitions. If he won the prize, his parents would be happy to show off everywhere. If he lost, his parents would scar the girl because he was hit. Therefore, he never hit her. Hungry, extremely skilled at using cold violence.

Su Xiaomo learned eight years old in that embossed environment.

At the age of eight, she is already proficient in landscape sketching and character sketching, which is comparable to those of art students.

The winter of that year was very cold. She didn't want to paint and wanted to go out to display fireworks. At that time, her parents' distressed gaze would never be forgotten in her life.

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

Su Xiaomo crying and shaking his head desperately, was thrown violently by the father into the studio: "Six plaster statues a day! Do not finish painting!"

People who learn to draw probably know that sketching takes time, not to mention portraits. Su Xiaomo is also a type of excellence. Once painted, she will not be lazy.

So that day, she drew nearly 20 hours and finally did it.

Seeing this, Father Su and Mother Su not only did not feel bad for their daughter, but saw frenzy in the eyes of each other.

So, Su Xiaomo's nightmare began completely.

Her parents wanted her to be a painter, and she took her leave of absence and locked her at home, forcing her to paint more than 16 hours a day.

From the age of eight to twelve, she never stepped out of the studio halfway except to occasionally go out to meet Anxia Xia and Kang Jian.

So in the dazzling early morning of the galaxy, Su Xiaomo took the utility knife and gave himself a knife ...