Chapter 1298： Forgotten memories (27)

She grew up in the template that her mother carefully planned for her, and she did stand out-among all the people, Xu Chenmo only played with her.

She became the most special existence in the class.

Everyone said that Xu Chenmo was particularly conniving to her, but only she knew how much she hated such a situation.

She is not living for herself, her life is like living for Xu Chenmo.

At the third grade, the rebellious period came.

Tired of her mother's comments and warnings, she liked the design, and preferred to draw various clothes styles on paper.

She finally had her hobby and hid it.

She only paints secretly when she is in class...because her free time has been arranged by her mother.

Every day, she gets up early to practice piano, goes to school, and goes home at night when she goes home, but also learns Go and dancing... She also tried to communicate with her mother and said that she liked design.

But her mother would only mock her: "What's the use of learning those? Does Xu Chenmo like it?"

Does Xu Chenmo like it?

He is a boy, how could he like those colorful clothes.

She was stunned.

Therefore, she can only secretly teach herself without a teacher.

It's just a pity that Xu Chenmo was still number one in that exam, but she went from second in Wannian to tenth in the class.

The teacher found her mother and said that she was not serious in class, and took out her drawing book and gave it to her...

On the day she went home, she didn't know that it was a storm that was about to greet her.

When she arrived at home, she took Go step by step and planned to learn from the teacher.

Unexpectedly, she was stopped by her mother.

She stopped.

My mother walked over with a straight face and asked her why her studies would regress.

She calmly replied: "I have been a little tired recently, maybe there are too many things to learn. I will work hard, and I won't be like this again next semester."

She thought that such an objective statement of herself could be confused.

But I didn't expect my mother to take out the painting book.

She was shocked at the time: "Why do you have this? You give it back to me!"

Mother looked at her disappointedly, and, apart from anything else, tore all those painting books to pieces.

She looked at the fragments all over the floor, stunned.

She rushed over, squatted on the ground, and watched the painstaking effort of the past six months, just as it was.

She wanted to resist angrily, but was locked at home.

She cried all night and didn't go to school the next day.

Until her mood gradually improved, her mother said to her earnestly: "Xu Chenmo doesn't like these, so you learn by yourself, and the future will be useless. Take your heart back. After all these years of hard work, Xu Chenmo has treated you very much. It’s different. If you continue to develop like this, you will be his unique wife in the future. Daiyu, you have to remember, useless things, what do you learn? Okay, go to school."

She came to the school stupidly and sat in her seat blankly.

After a while, the boy came over.

Wearing a white shirt, black pants, and white sneakers, he looked particularly clean, and his coldness made everyone in the class afraid to look at him.

He was too lazy to talk to others, but he just came to her, tapped his fingers on her desktop, put his other hand in his pocket, and asked faintly: "Why didn't he come the last two days? Are you sick?"

Liu Daiyu didn't speak.

Xu Chenmo continued: