Chapter 7 pond

pond When I was young, I was a shy and sensitive girl.When guests come to the house, they hide and never take the initiative to call.Was assigned to call someone, did not call.Just can't speak.I like to look in the mirror, put my mother’s scarf on my head, wrap it in a long skirt, imitate Huadan in Yue opera, yearn for the flowers on their heads, and the skirts they wear are really beautiful.But that's just out of an aesthetic interest, obviously not the whole of the real character. Special resistance to certain things.My mother tried to make me lie on her lap, put my face up over the sink, and wash my hair. Every time I screamed, the resistance was terrific.Because it feels like you're going to drown if you do.But this is purely an illusion magnified by sensitivity.Does not like to cry, but stubborn.If you want something, do something, hate something, or like something, you will always be stubborn.Feelings are too obvious and persistent.

Often fights with children in the yard.Sometimes someone else punches my nosebleed.Sometimes I slapped someone in the face, and the parents of the other person came to tell me.Mother will protect me at this moment.But when she was young, she had a bad temper and often beat me.She is not soft on hitting me.My character is always stubborn and awkward, not an obedient girl. Does not often play with girls of the same age.The same is true in adulthood, most of the friends who can communicate are men.The first friend is the father, and after that, the men who fall in love with them, maybe staged and deep friends.I appreciate energy, character and intelligence from men and don't like women who are too feminine.Slightly sloppy and neutral women seem to have more texture.He also doesn't like to directly express his emotions and feelings to others, and always feels alienated when getting along.

Play alone more often.I was fostered at my grandmother's house, and there was a big pond in the backyard of the house.In the summer afternoon, the cicadas are loud, I usually do not take a nap, I am full of energy, sneak out of the house, and play by the pond.The weeds are mixed, the red dragonflies are flying in groups, and the willows are covered with green shades. The small world is very lively.I stayed there until dusk filled the sky, the air gradually cooled, my body was covered with hot and humid sweat, and I still didn't know where I was going.There was a faint call from the outdoors, and then he went home through the wet and smelly grass.There were broken petals in her hair, tiny bloodstains on her knees from scratches by the edges of hard leaves, and water droplets in her hands.Nor do I feel alone.