Bringing Beauty To Infinity

  My mother doesn’t know who my biological father is. Ever since I was sensible, whenever I asked this question, I was greeted with crying and slaps from my mother, so I stopped asking.

  I know that my mother loves me, she makes money by delivering express to support me.

   I know she is working very hard. The hot summer sun will crack her skin, and the north wind in winter will swell her hands.

  I know that my mother is very beautiful. I have seen her wearing beautiful clothes, wearing beautiful makeup, and then crying in front of the mirror, crying with makeup. She always wears ugly clothes and never wears makeup.

  I know she doesn't want me to ask her why, otherwise she wouldn't just dare to dress up secretly.

  One day, my mother suddenly asked me if I wanted a father.

   I knew she wanted me to answer yes, so I answered yes. She laughed, then hugged me and cried.

  One day, my mother put on makeup in front of me and told me that she used to be rich, but she was cheated by a bad person, so she had no money.

  I thought that the bad guy might be my biological father, so I asked her. She fell silent, shook her head, and said maybe he wouldn't have left if that was the case. I didn't understand it at the time, but it took me a long time to understand.

   Later, my mother brought a man and asked me to call him Uncle. He and I were both stunned, because this man was my head teacher, so I called him Uncle Teacher. He is not handsome, he is far worse than the protagonist in the comics, he is a little fat, his eyes are not big, but his eyes are very soft.

   Later, my mother laughed more often, and the dilapidated home seemed to have more warmth. Mom sometimes wears pretty clothes and goes out, I think she must have gone on a date with my teacher.

   Later, my mother asked me if I wanted him to be my father, and I agreed without thinking. Mom smiled like a child.

   Later, a man and a woman who claimed to be friends of my homeroom teacher came to my house to talk to my mother. My mother didn't let me get close, I could only see them staring at my mother with contempt, and my mother lowered her head and wept drop by drop. Seeing those two demographics, I read out a few words "Miss", "Escort", and others. In fact, I'm not stupid, I know this for a long time, but what is this, she is my mother, my mother.

   Later, the head teacher came in rudely. I have never seen him so scary. He roared hoarsely, picked up the kitchen knife and drove the two out of the house. I laughed, and at that moment, I really wanted to call him "Dad".

   Later, he sat down and hugged mom, mom just cried, I fell asleep and woke up in the morning to find they were still in the same position.

   Later, he came to my house more often, it was New Year's Eve, he fed me a dumpling, and I called "Dad".

   I hope that time will always be fixed at that moment, and there will be no later.

   We laughed, made noise, and watched the party. Suddenly three men broke into the house, clamoring for her mother to accompany her, with foul language and vulgar actions. Mum panicked like a frightened rabbit trying to kick them out of the house. Dad stood up, knocked down a man, and was besieged, and finally Dad was hit on the head with a brick and his face was red with blood. When the three men left, the mother was terrified and went to the hospital with the help of the unsteady father.

  I followed these three men secretly until they met the man and woman from before.

   "It's over? This is your reward, remember to keep this matter a secret!"

   "We can't let Mr. Zhao be with that woman. He is a model worker in the city, and he is the honor of education. We can't let that dirty woman ruin him. Has the matter of Mr. Zhao's mother been arranged?"

   "It's arranged. Teacher Zhao is keeping this matter from his mother. If the old lady knows the truth, she will definitely stop him."

   They say it righteously, but I don't understand why.

   When I got home, I saw my father kneeling on the ground with gauze on his head, an old lady kneeling on the ground, my mother squatting in the corner, and the three of them were crying. Dad yelled, got up and walked in front of Mom, said something in a low voice, then helped the old lady to go out, and wanted to touch my head before leaving, but I ducked, his eyes made me feel a burst of waves Palpitations. Mom sat slumped on the ground, her eyes were dull, and I didn't answer no matter how I called.

  The next day, my mother went out blankly and was engulfed by the speeding traffic.

   Later, I was the only one at home. The head teacher left the school, and no one spoke to me in the school. My grades were also very bad. I knew that they all looked down on me.

   Later, a teacher humiliated me in public, and I left a blood hole in her thigh with a pencil sharpener.

   Later, I left school, walked into a disco for the first time, yelled for the first time, drank for the first time, and fought for the first time. That year, I was eleven years old.

   Later, I became the eldest sister, very imposing.

   Later, I saw the man who almost became my dad on the road. I looked at him from a distance. He was very haggard, pushing a bicycle, hunched and scrawny. I cried, and at that moment, I felt that life was meaningless.

   Later, I should have disappeared.