Chapter 2: The chaotic desire

My mother is a precocious child. I remember even some things when I was three or four years old.When I was a child, many scenes gradually became a thorn in my memory when I grew up, stinging me from time to time.

No one wants his mother to be a woman with aphrodisiacs.

I can also understand my mother's thoughts. At that time, she was like a phoenix who fell into a chicken coop. How could she be so beautiful that she would be willing to be possessed by my dad, a rough man?

Understanding is one thing, but it cannot be forgiven.

In those years, my parents quarreled a lot about such things. They quarreled very hard every time. Every time my mother always got my support. At that time, I didn’t know anything. I just thought my father was so fierce and unreasonable, while my mother was so wronged and helpless.

Later, I grew up and realized in my heart that my mother was unpretentious and had a bad relationship with several dog men in the village who coveted her.

Fortunately, as I grew older, she became much more restrained, and I have never seen her hang out with a wild man again in many years.

It is not appropriate to say that the picture is because it is mostly at night, and I don’t turn on the lights or even have a sound. This makes me know that I don’t necessarily know how to do that kind of thing when I was very young.