Memoirs of a Mortal

“Do you know the chaos?Do you know where Xinjiang used to be? Is it a place like you who can come to the mainland?In ancient times,women like you were two-leeged sheep,sleep with you during the day and killing good at night"A man in the dark blue Chinese police is weird. "How much money did you make?I want to buy a game console!The fuel fee was 300yuan on the way to see the doctor.Give it back to me quickly!"The person I still can't get rid of can't see his face clearly. "The operation has failed,and you can't have children after that" “Let's go!If we don't leave,the beasts in the mountains will come out at night.We don't have much food.If we can't keep up with the army,we will die here！”My teammates shouted at me ,"Ah,my hand is pierced!"With a ting ling pain,i opened my eyes. A ray of sunshine shines through the cracks in the curtain and falls in the corner of the room,pulling me back from my dream to reality,but the pain in the palm of my hand seems to be still there.Today,a customer introduced by a friend made an appointment to meet at 1:00p.m.After washing up,took a look at the blooming flowers in the yard,and the left with the second-hand Tesla I just bought. My name is Vivian.Born in an inconspicuous small working family in Rasha.This is the name my local language teacher game me after I escaped from China.I used to be an interior designer in China. 'The sun is shining,and the students in the school square wear white and blue school uniforms and do morning exercises with music."Sun Long in the first class of junior high school,Gan Xuerong in the first class of junior high school,Xiao Wen in the second class of junior high school,Gao Xiang in the third class of junior hig school,class 1 of junior high school...Please come to the rostrum"Yes, my name used to be Xiaowen,The name that was once scarred.In the radio sound,I stood on the rostrum with the student who was named."Do you know that someone in your family practices spells that are not allowed by the country?As her family member aden granddaughter,you should self-refict and feel ashamed.In the country of Rasha,where we have made progress in science and technology,this is superstition and withcraft...You can inform your parents to come to school today,and we have important things to tell them..."There was an uproar under the rostrum Under the strange eyes,I did't know how to get back to the classroom,and I didn't know how to stay up until noon and go home to inform my father.I only remember the complicated expressions of my father after talking with the director of the teaching office.When we got home,my parents told me that because my grandmother made a mistake,my cousin and I were refused to enter the top class,a regular university.My crying at that time and my mother's crying intersected.I don't know how long I cried and how I finally fell asleep that night.' 'The next morning,I just entered the school and didin't have time to go to the classroom.I was called by the class leader at he school gate,so that I didn't have to go back to class,Go straight to Class 6 of the second year of junior high school,and I will be one of them in the future.Schools in Rasha away divide students' classes by the ranking of good or bad grades.Of course,I was divided into the worst class.In the dazzling sunshine,the fat figure of the person in charge and the face without one eye looked more distorted.Class 6,it is a class that gathers bad teenagers in society,not to mention that the teachers are responsible and the classmates are freindly.Naturally,in the eyes of others,I became one of them and a bad child that every one despised.After school, the band children at the corner of the school always find me .They are about the same age as me ,but they have cigarettes in their mouths and clothes are exposed.It is strange that they could accurately know how much pocket money I would have every Monday at that time.From the beginning,they only asked for a part of it,and finally took it all away.Otherwise,it will be exchanged for a slap in the face.At that time,the adults who set up stalls on the street seemed to be selectively blind.Because of the decline in learning,my mother's scolding after returning home made me never dare to think of her mentioning what happened at school.My mother is a person who likes to compare and puts her face first.Sometimes I comes home a little late,and I exam results are worse than her colleague's children.Are they all my reasons for becoming her?In this way,every time I was blackmailed in exchange for not being beaten,it became a common meal.' 'God doesn't fulfill people's wishes!I thought it would continue like this until i graduated from junior high school.Unexpectedly,on a sunset afternoon,at the school gate of the end of the summer cram school,I have beentolerant in exchange for a nightmare that has lingered me so far...' After almost an hour,I arrived at a place I made an appointment with the customer."Hello,are you Vivian,the designer?"Agorgeously dressed middle-aged woman greeted me on the street.