We are mother and daughter, but we love each other and kill each other!

My eldest daughter and I have been in love and killing each other for a long time

Since she was sensible, we have started all kinds of wits and wits, and life is bittersweet.

About the time she entered puberty, the polarization became more obvious, and our living conditions alternated between cold and warm.

Sometimes the sun is shining, flowers are as beautiful as jade, and sometimes the wind is rustling and the face is as cold as frost. You cool me.

We talked and laughed when we were good. I love her like a baby, and she dotes on me like a brother.

I called her baby, she called me mom, I pinched her face, she pinched my nose, I hugged her and she kissed me.

I gave her a pigtail, and when she grabbed me, she would pinch out the black head on my nose and make me scream. She is like a baby. Be good, don't move. Oh, okay, oh, okay.

What a gentle mother! Pain returns to pain, but my heart is still warm and useful.

She has spoiled me since she was a child. I remember the first time she went out to play with friends alone, and when she came back, she gave me a rose made of beads. I still keep it well.

The school organized an autumn outing, and there were various gadgets in the park. She won't buy anything by herself, but she will buy me a ring.

Every holiday related to me, she will give me a surprise, sometimes it is a blessing card drawn with heart, sometimes it is an elaborate handmade product, and sometimes it is a carefully selected small object.

I keep every gift she gave me. She treated me like a mother since she was a child. This gratitude is priceless, and I will cherish it forever.

Because of the example of the elder sister, the second and third children followed suit and rushed to give me gifts on holidays.

What delicious snacks are distributed at school? You should leave some in your trouser pocket and give them to me as soon as you see me after school.

My daughter will know that she loves beauty when she grows up. When I give her a manicure, she will tattoo me and paint my nails. Her tender little hand holds my big hand, so warm!

Her eyes were so serious that she lowered her head and pursed her lips. How beautiful! Time, if I can stop, I would like to stay in this warm moment forever.

Usually careless girls will sometimes be careful to observe that my period is coming, and they will personally cook a bowl of hot brown sugar ginger jujube soup for me to drink, and don't forget to ask my hot mom to drink it slowly.

Finally, I leaned in and asked if it was delicious. I said it was delicious and kissed her on the cheek. She looked satisfied and went to do her homework.

With the growth of age, her thoughts have matured a lot, and she will also care for and support me spiritually.

Seeing that I am depressed and uncomfortable, she will hug my shoulder and tell me that my mother is crying. If you want to cry, I will accompany you!

I will tell my sister and brother that my mother is in a bad mood and don't disturb her. She needs to be quiet.

Although she is young, she is very independent. I buy books for her, and after reading them, she will recommend me books that she thinks are good.

Seeing that my writing has made progress and my state is getting better and better, she will tell me, mom, you should keep studying, so that your writing will get better and better and you will become more and more attractive.

Sometimes I think she is not my daughter, but my friend, a good friend who can talk to me and rely on me.

Love flows naturally on us like water, and the tide of love flows through us and nourishes us.

When we are not good, we will strike the table, stare at each other, throw things, and shout, hoping to kill each other.

She said that I was a violent woman in the early menopause, and I said that she was a girl who was currently making trouble.

She called me a sinister and vicious demon head, and I called her an innocent and ignorant crazy woman.

The two of us are tit for tat, neither of us can conquer the other, and neither of us wants to give in to the other.

Finally, I suggested that if there was going to be a fight, whoever recognized the coward first would lose, and she strongly agreed.

Before I could start work, she grabbed the headrest on the sofa and attacked me defenseless, smiling proudly while attacking.

How can you suffer such a big loss, dodge around and break through, and still hold your head pillow and turn to attack?

Our game officially begins. You hit my stomach, I hit your leg, you cut my hair, I cut your nose.

You come and go, from anger and malice at first, to laughing and slapping later.

At this time, the second and third, who were stunned by our murderous look, also came to their senses when they saw the sudden change in painting style. One person dragged the headrest to join the melee.

If you don't help me, you are all assistant sisters, which means that the boss is popular and my popularity is worrying.

I'm going to attack and defend, and then take the opportunity to break them one by one. The boss winked at the second child and the third child, and the three immediately dispersed.

I realized that they were trying to surround my back road, leaving me under attack from all sides and neglecting each other from beginning to end.

I turned to look for a wall to support me, but it was too late. The second child moves quickly and the road behind him is blocked by her.

And her eyes are moving, and there is no sign of letting my mother walk a yard.

The road ahead and the right road are blocked by the boss. She is eyeing up, with a wry smile, and her eyes reveal some malice and pride. She is sure to win.

The third child is in charge of the left side, but he smiles very cute and keeps shouting, come on, come on, look at my invincible whirlwind pillow.

A pillow fell and hit his leg, tripping himself. Haha, it really kills me.

At present, I can't help laughing, but they are waiting for an opportunity, and the pillow rain falls on me. I just got beat up, and I was powerless to fight back.

In this battle, I am one enemy and three, and I have no chance of winning. After several bitter battles, I was outnumbered and lost.

I finally understand that martial arts in the world are not only fast, but also unbreakable.

After a scuffle, we were so tired that we collapsed on the sofa and became Ge You's paralytic.

The three of them squeezed me in the middle and mocked the bear I had just been beaten. They also said that they were dancing like me.

I pretended to be angry, scratched their armpits and laughed heartily.

With a smile, they fought back with Qi Xin, and six little hands reached out to me. I struggled to resist, and suddenly I was in a mess again.

Although being laughed at, attacked and bullied, why is my heart as sweet as honey?

Maybe it's because I'm conscious I know that hate is as important as love. Love and hate are two sides of the same body. Love needs to flow, and so does hate.

Hate is the nourishment of love, and every smooth outflow indicates the next sublimation of love.

Don't stop hate from flowing in our bodies, don't gather it, but let it flow naturally and let it flow freely, and stronger and purer love will come.

This is how my daughter and I love, hate and kill each other. We keep swimming in the ocean of love and hate, and slowly experience the ups and downs and beauty of time!