My sister is a white swan, and I am an ugly duckling. My parents always love to compare us: "Look at your sister, then look at yourself." Even the neighborhood boy we grew up playing with said, "Serena looks like a princess, you look like the maid who serves the princess." I wasn't convinced and asked him why. He sniffled and said, "Because you look messy." Until that day we went to a banquet. My parents held my sister's hand, trying their hardest to sell her to the host family, praising her to the skies. I shrank in the corner, staring at the imported cookies on the table, swallowing my saliva. But the young master of that family didn't even look at my sister. He walked straight through the crowd and pulled me tightly into his arms. "Mine." He said. 1 Serena was born with a face that God himself had blessed. A heart-shaped face, big eyes, skin as white as a freshly peeled egg. Her eyelashes were as long as two small fans, fluttering and flickering. Every time we took her out, passersby would pull my mom aside and ask, "This child is so beautiful, is she a child model?" My mom would purse her lips and smile, looking modest: "No, no, she just grew up like this." At this time, if I leaned over and yelled, "Mom." Passersby would be startled, look down and see an average face with a runny nose and cheeks frozen red, looking suspicious: "This is also your daughter?" The smile on my mom's lips would collapse immediately, becoming faint: "Yes." "The younger one." Passersby would haha: "It seems that all the nutrition in the belly was snatched by the older one, huh?" My mom would also smile along: "That's right, the older one really lives up to expectations." The adults just said casually that Serena snatched my nutrition, but I took it seriously. For a long time, I viewed Serena as a class enemy. Actually, it wasn't that long, only about two or three months. The specific tactic was to grab her fruit to eat. Those bright red strawberries, shiny cherries, and durians that smelled smelly but tasted delicious. My mom always washed and cut them well, and served them to Serena. A large plate, incredibly exquisite. Only the remaining scraps would be my turn. I finished my share and wasn't satisfied, so I secretly took some from Serena's bowl. If you walk by the river often, how can your shoes not get wet. After a few times, I was caught red-handed by my parents. Serena was crying there, like pear blossoms with rain: "Sister grabbed my fruit to eat." She looked good even when crying, like the little mermaid in a fairy tale book dropping pearl tears, both pitiful and lovable. I stiffened my neck and yelled: "Who told her to snatch my nutrition in the belly!" Serena sobbed while refuting: "I didn't!" I started to throw a tantrum: "You did, you did!" I was in a hurry, my facial features flying wildly, winking and making faces. Compared with Serena who was crying aesthetically beside me, I looked like an evil ghost just down from the mountain. The visual sense of a mean old witch making things difficult for a princess in distress. It made my mom so angry that she picked up a coat hanger and greeted my butt: "Let you talk nonsense!" "Not good-looking, and still so bad-hearted!" I jumped up and down to avoid my mom's physical attack, howling and begging for mercy: "Wrong, wrong, stop hitting!" My mom put her hands on her hips and pointed at my nose and cursed: "Your sister doesn't owe you anything!" "If I see you grabbing your sister's things again, I'll break your legs!" Serena didn't snatch my nutrition. Then why does she look like a fairy, and I look so random? I couldn't figure it out. Why are my parents' hearts so biased to their armpits? I couldn't figure it out either. If I couldn't figure it out, I went to ask others. On the bench downstairs in the neighborhood. Leo Vance and I sat side by side, each holding half a Fla-Vor-Ice pop. "Do you have a brother?" I asked Leo Vance. He sucked noisily: "Yes, what's up?" "Then is your mom better to your brother?" "What does 'better' mean?" He turned his head to look at me. I thought about it and gestured: "It means... only giving your brother meat during meals, giving your brother the good fruit too, only signing your brother up for tutoring classes..." He frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head: "Not really." "But isn't not going to tutoring classes a good thing?" We looked at each other, as if we had found a bosom friend. "Indeed." My mom signed Serena up for a pile of classes: piano, etiquette, hosting, all kinds of things. Every time she went out, Serena had to wear that deadly tight little dress and dress up like a mannequin. All free time was filled up. I was different. I was free-range. When I was building castles in the sandbox downstairs and covered in mud, Serena was pressing her legs in the practice room there. Tutoring classes, sounded miserable. Thinking about it this way, Serena is so pitiful. That little bit of imbalance in my heart instantly disappeared. Leo Vance asked: "You have a sister?" I said: "Yeah." He said "Oh" and didn't ask any more. Only the sound of us sucking ice pops remained in the air. 2 I found my inexplicable psychological balance. I no longer made noise at home, and even looked at Serena with a bit of sympathy in my eyes. I played whenever I wanted, and had a large group of fox friends and dog friends. That day I played wildly and forgot the time. When I came back to my senses, the sun had set long ago, and the streetlights in the neighborhood were dim yellow. My little friends were taken away by their parents one by one. Some parents were angry, some worried, some cursing, some gentle and soft-spoken. Anyway, they were all taken home. Leo Vance was also dragged away by his brother pulling his ear. His brother looked quite like him, just a bit more handsome than him. Before leaving, Leo Vance didn't forget to turn back and shout: "Go home quickly, Maya!" The lively playground instantly emptied, quiet and scary. Only then did I find out I was the only one left. So quiet. I looked up at the building where my house was. High up, the light in the living room was on, warm yellow. Why don't my parents come to find me? I kicked the small stone by my foot. If it was Serena who didn't come home so late... Forget it, there is no if. My mom is her personal bodyguard, following wherever she goes, with various courses connecting seamlessly. Actually, I could run back in two steps. But I didn't know who I was competing with, I just didn't want to move. I squatted down and drew with a tree branch in the sandbox. Drawing kittens, castles, princesses, bows... The whole sandbox was covered with my drawings. People getting off work came back one after another. Still no one came to find me. There were fewer and fewer people in the neighborhood, and my stomach started to sing the empty city strategy. The wind blew, and the tree leaves rustled. As if ghosts were running around in the woods. My back went cool, and my hair stood on end. Didn't dare to look back, ran wildly. Rushed into the corridor in one breath, drilled into the elevator, desperately patted the door of my house. Felt like ten thousand ghosts were chasing behind me. Three... two... Seeing that I was about to be caught... I was anxious to cry. The door opened. ... White light leaked out from the door crack, and the ghosts instantly dispersed. I was saved. It was my mom who opened the door, glanced at me, frowned: "Where did you go wild? Coming back so late." "The food is in the pot, serve yourself." I was still immersed in the gladness of surviving the disaster, smiling foolishly: "Thanks, Mom." Hurry to change shoes and go in to shovel rice. Serena was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. I shoveled the rice in a few mouthfuls and leaned over to watch with her. Detective Conan. The red ruby of the old rich man was lost, there were four suspects. There was a man who looked thievish and mouse-eyed, with a treacherous face, as soon as he came out, I pointed at the TV and shouted: "It must be him! Looks like not a good person at a glance!" Serena slanted her eyes at me, too lazy to pay attention to me. I got energized: "Do you believe it? Let's bet, if I win, you split half of your allowance with me." She didn't speak, pretending to be high and cold. I stared at her with big eyes. She got annoyed by my staring and tutted: "Reason?" I said: "Appearance is born from the heart! He doesn't look like a good person!" "Oh." Serena said lightly, "He looks quite like you." My anger shot up instantly, just about to gesture with her. My mom's loud voice rang out: "Serena, it's time to practice piano!" Serena's face instantly collapsed and she stood up reluctantly. I immediately turned anger into joy, making faces at her gloatingly. Continue watching TV. My mom shouted again: "Maya, turn off the TV! Your sister needs to practice piano, don't disturb her!" I said "Oh", turned the TV to mute, and continued to watch the mime. 3 Damn TV station. Cutting off at the critical moment, the next episode preview hanging people's appetite. Who is the real culprit after all? Have to wait another week. My resentment was very deep. Deep enough that Leo Vance could see it. We both occupied a swing, swaying. He asked: "Who provoked you again?" I angrily sprayed the TV station for not being human. After hearing the plot, Leo Vance slapped his thigh: "I also think it's that man, looks like a big rat!" We looked at each other, high-fived and swore: "Heroes see the same thing!" "Hey, last time you went back late, did your mom scold you?" "No." I said. He looked envious: "Your mom is so good, doesn't control you." I didn't speak, always feeling something was wrong in my heart. Just as we were talking, Serena came back after class, probably Serena's piano class. Wearing a pink fluffy dress, with sparkling rhinestone hairpins pinned on her head, like a doll. My mom held her hand, walking from afar. I shouted: "Mom! Sis!" My mom waved her hand and shouted a sentence: "Don't play too late." Serena looked back, followed my mom and walked away. I turned my head and found the ice pop in Leo Vance's hand fell to the ground, stained with a layer of sand. "What are you doing?" Leo Vance opened his big mouth, pointing at Serena's back, his eyeballs were about to pop out. "That's your sister?" I said: "Yes." He looked at the direction Serena disappeared, looked at me again, looked over there again. "Are you picked up?" I blew up: "You are picked up! Your whole family is picked up!" Leo Vance was still sighing there: "Your sister is like a princess." Actually, I also think Serena is like a princess. But I just didn't want to hear him tell the truth at this time. Seeing I ignored him, he leaned over again: "You two don't look like sisters at all." "Then what like?" He thought for a while and said seriously: "Like princess and maid." What kind of friend is this! I was so angry that I pushed him hard. He was unprepared and sat in the sandbox, covered in sand: "Ouch! Why are you hitting people when I tell the truth!" "Dead pig!" I flung him away, crying and running away: "Break off relations! Never speak again in this lifetime!" My liver hurt from anger. When I got home, I tore the Ultraman cards Leo Vance gave me into pieces. Leo Vance is a big idiot pig. Clearly we are the iron buddies. Even if his brother is a hundred times more handsome than him, I haven't said it to his face! Shredded paper was scattered all over the floor. My mom saw it, fuming: "Maya! What demon are you doing again!" "Making garbage all over the floor! Can't you be cleaner?" I talked back while squatting on the floor picking up paper pieces: "Last time sister spilled soup on the floor, why didn't you scold her!" "She was careless!" "I was also careless!" Got excited, tears spurted out. "Could it be that she was careless, and I was intentional?" My mom stared at me with hands on hips: "Learned to talk back too? Can't you learn from your sister, much better behaved than you!" "What are you crying for, embarrassing or not!" I shouted back: "That's because you never scolded her!" My mom laughed angrily: "So you are blaming us now?" She gestured to get the coat hanger. I was so scared that I hurriedly ran back to the room and locked the door from inside. She didn't chase over. After a while, the sound of closing the door came from outside. My mom took Serena out again. 4 I dug out the small mirror hidden under the pillow. Hatefully thought, everyone likes Serena. Just because she is beautiful? I'm not very ugly either. The mirror reflected a face covered with tears and snot. Dirty, like a bitter gourd. Scared myself, hurriedly buckled the mirror. Recalling the last time seeing Serena cry, that was called pear blossoms with rain, fairy shedding tears. Really comparison angers people to death. I was a bit resentful. Why did my mom give birth to Serena so beautifully, and gave birth to me just fooling around? I felt the whole world was targeting me. Parents had biased hearts. Even my good friend rebelled, seeing Serena couldn't walk. I decided, I want to be a cold and ruthless killer. Let them all regret it! Going to school the next day. Leo Vance greeted me. I pretended not to see, floating past without looking sideways. Leo Vance insisted on leaning up, waving his hand in front of my eyes: "Blind?" I said coldly: "Please stay away from me, we have already broken off relations." He was hippie smiling: "Really angry?" "It's my mouth that owes, don't be angry." As he spoke, he took out a bottle of milk from his schoolbag and handed it to me. It was all foreign language on it, couldn't understand. "Here, imported milk bought by my eldest aunt, very expensive." I was a bit greedy. Usually good food at home was reserved for Serena, I couldn't even smell it. Just about to reach out to take it. He took out another pink one, with big strawberries painted on it: "This, strawberry flavor, for your sister." My outstretched hand shrank back as if getting an electric shock. Leo Vance had no eye sight at all: "This strawberry flavor is sweet, girls love to drink it, your sister will definitely like it." I didn't speak. Quickened my pace to bypass him, walking away without looking back. Leo Vance shouted from behind: "Hey! Maya!" "Maya what are you running for?"
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