I Wish Mo All the Best

What you see is what you use, keep pace with the times, and effectively capture Xia Fumeng's attention.

"What a crappy painting..." Xia Fumeng complained, but she still stared at it. She hadn't realized that Qianmo was painting herself.

"While others were playing, this little girl had to keep learning. The little girl was very smart and quickly won many awards..."

Qianmo drew while talking, and several trophies appeared on the paper.

"Everyone has this kind of thinking, and this girl is no exception. Suddenly one day, she asked herself, what is the meaning of working so hard? I know, if you do this, your father will be very happy, and so will your mother. In this way, Come on, the hard work is meaningful.”

When Qianmo said this, Xia Fumeng's face had changed color.

"shut up!"

At this point, even a fool should have heard it.

The little girl Qianmo drew is Xia Fumeng.

These things that she thought were hidden were exposed directly by Qianmo. Xia Fumeng felt very bad. She was emotional and wanted to stop Qianmo.

But Qianmo made her sit back with just one word.

"Why are you so excited? Do you think I painted you?"

One of the psychological characteristics of juvenile criminals is good face.

Sure enough, Xia Fumeng sat back again, turning her head to the side with hatred in her eyes.

"If you don't look at it, it means you have a guilty conscience - oh, so our little sister who is highly intelligent and criminal has a guilty conscience?"

"I don't!"

"Then you continue to watch me." Qianmo's performance almost made several other senior brothers in the room burst into tears.

Junior sister is mighty, junior sister is domineering! Junior sister has given us a lot of face!

This indifferent girl is so cruel. A little girl just messed up the situation and everyone couldn't do anything about her.

I don’t know which senior brother muttered, “Evil people need to be punished by evil people.”

No, it’s murderous!

Xiao Hei looked at him coldly, then broke his hand and told him clearly who the villain was.

"No, I mean, I'm still taller than my junior sister..." Senior brother was timid.

"The girl thinks that if she works hard, her father will reward her, right? Will her mother be happy? Maybe, they can spend a day with her. Who knows the lonely child inside this genius girl?"

"I'm not alone. I have money. My family has plenty of money. I have everything I want!"

"Did I tell you?" Qianmo glanced at her and saw Xia Fumeng's clenched fists, with a smile on her lips.

She lost yesterday, but she won again today.

"But why did they let her down when she achieved what the adults expected?"

Qianmo changed a piece of paper and continued drawing.

The painting style at this time has changed from the cute one just now, and has become colder.

"No matter how hard you try, you can't get back their attention. All they can give you is money. What's the use of money?"

There were white bones under the pile of banknotes. Xia Fumeng's breathing began to quicken. It was difficult for others in the room to understand Qianmo's words, because what she said were all Xia Fumeng's deepest thoughts.

"You never do what you promised. No matter how hard you try, all you get is an empty praise. You are so kind. Haha, you have worked so hard for so long and can't even spend a little time with you. What a ghost."

After Qianmo finished drawing the bones under the banknotes, he suddenly made a cross at the top.

"No, no, you have to control the devil in your heart, you can't do this..."

Xia Fumeng's eyes were full of confusion. Yes, she had hesitated before.

Qianmo was only half sure when he said this.

She was not sure whether Xia Fumeng was born with a personality defect that led to such cruelty and indifference, or whether it was caused by the influence of family environment. This sentence was actually very risky.

It seems like a simple comic strip, but in fact this place is already a psychological battlefield, filled with smoke and murderous intent at every step!

One wrong move and all the preparations ahead are ruined.

If this little girl is not an acquired influence, but a person with a congenital psychological disorder and personality defect, Qianmo's words will reveal the secret, and the other party may suddenly come out of Qianmo's confusion, which Qianmo should not have done originally.

But there was an important reason that prompted her to do this.

Yesterday, she opened the piano cover and saw a cartoon sticker in an inconspicuous place inside the cover.

It was Doraemon's family portrait. This little cartoon made Qianmo have a bold association. An indifferent person with a congenital personality defect should not have such a great desire for family.

But it would be too arbitrary to judge everything based on just one sticker, so Qianmo's decision can be said to be very risky. When she observed Xia Fumeng's confused micro-expression, Qianmo let out a long sigh of relief.

The bet was right.

This step was risky, but the effect was amazing. She was right. Xia Fumeng was not a congenital personality disorder, but was brought about by her family. Since this was the case, it would be easier to handle.

"The little girl wants to suppress the increasingly rebellious devil in her heart. She suppresses her impulses, thinking that as long as she works harder, she may one day meet the long-awaited family warmth unexpectedly. It is said that parents are the best. Good teacher, but why did this child encounter the worst example in life?"

Qianmo opened another piece of paper, drew a man who looked like a father, and dropped the heart that the girl handed over to the ground, heartbroken.

She didn't know what caused this child's mood to deteriorate, but from the information she overheard yesterday, she knew that it had something to do with her useless parents.

So the metaphor of breaking the heart is vaguely used.

"He doesn't deserve it, they don't deserve it! What qualifications does a person like that have to be a parent? What qualifications?! A father who only knows how to go out drinking and socializing with women every day, and a mother who only cries and makes me angry when playing cards. They are all trash. !”

Xia Fumeng was urged to tell the truth by Qianmo. The mouths of the "cheerleaders" behind Qianmo all turned into an O shape. Junior sister, you are awesome, how did you do this?

"But he gave you a good life, didn't he?"

"Damn it!" Xia Fumeng swept the painting tools on the table to the ground. Xiao Hei quickly stepped forward to block Qianmo. This little one with delicate skin and tender flesh would hurt so much when the pen splashed him.

"My parents are hypocritical people. They told me to be an upright person and do shameful things behind my back. Do you know what I saw them doing? You can't even imagine, my parents, right , a private entrepreneur who is often broadcast on local stations, drugged my favorite tutor under my nose, and he slept with my tutor!"

Xia Fumeng clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

No one ever cared about her.

Her parents only saw fame and fortune, and in their eyes she was nothing more than a tool to show off to outsiders.

My daughter passed level 10 in piano when she was eight years old, level 10 in Latin dance, and won the Mathematical Olympiad...

Behind all the glory, does anyone see her as a human being?