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Bad fairy

Author: bad people cultivate immortality

The first chapter is a bolt from the blue.

Update time 2010-6-2916: 3106 words: 5 142.

The hot weather at the end of June will undoubtedly bring people a feeling of boredom. Occasionally, a hot wind blows, which is more like adding fuel to the fire.

Gradually in the evening, the sinister sunshine finally improved. Twenty-year-old Meng Tian studied in an ordinary university in S City. At this time of eating, Meng Tian will go home on time, because at home, his mother has cooked the meal and is waiting for him to go home for dinner.

Car, wearing a white sportswear and casual shoes, is about 1.8 meters tall, looks ordinary, has short black hair and unconsciously reveals a happy smile on his face. This is Meng Tian, 20 years old. Every day at this time, he will think of his mother, her smile to welcome him home, and the scene where her mother put the best dishes in his bowl.

Thinking about thinking, his heart anxious to return, very anxious to grow a pair of wings on his back and fly home at once.

His family lives in the suburb of S, where there are usually villas. Living in the suburbs of Meng Tian, without exception, of course, live in a super villa worth tens of millions. However, Meng Tian kept a low profile. Even at school, everyone except himself thought that he was a poor man who supported himself by scholarships.

The taxi came to the villas in the eastern suburb of S city, but it hasn't reached the scope yet. Only Meng Tianxiao smiled and said to the driver, "Uncle, thank you. Stop here. "

The driver smiled and nodded. After receiving the money, he turned and left.

Looking at the magnificent villas in the distance, Meng Tian is not proud. If it weren't for his mother, maybe he would have left this place long ago. Except for his mother, this place is not worth his nostalgia.

Take a deep breath and think of my mother, and a trace of unhappiness in my heart is quietly buried. ...

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