My English name is COMBEN, Now, I will come and tell you a story of v. This is a story about me.
My mother in my early age, when her husband died, it also means that my childhood, no, my life had no fatherly love!
Since his father died, after the big and small chores at home arranged by the mother, hard work, suffering and unable complain, really hard not bear Come. So I determined must be sensible, to grow up, we must succeed!
However, growing up day after day, day after day I was disobedient, as the stabber like the thorn in her mother”s heart! See the mother”s sad to see the mother”s helplessness, the pain of seeing his mother, I completely sentiment of the!
Now, being a third-year preparations for me, and to prepare for war! I do not want to look down on those people, I do not want you calling me a "Chi Ruanfan," I do not want to hurt the mother”s heart ,,,,,,
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