The poison mother killed her own child

when we're in the middle of the summer, there's always a bird in the mountains screaming, "oh...wrong, oh...wrong." the old man said, "it's a bird of regret, it's a mistake of the year," and said, "my fault, my fault." what did the bird do? once upon a time there was an outsider who married and gave him a son.

i didn't think my wife would die soon after my son was born.

he then married another wife and gave birth to another son.

the newly married wife had a very bad heart, treated the two sons differently, spat in front of the boss, or scolded him, while he was a son of his own.

if you want anything, you gotta hit it with a pole.

one night mom said to the boss, "you're not so young, you should do something.

on the land at the foot of the rear, you two went to grow sesame, and whoever grows it of all kinds, he who comes back to me and he who cannot, so do not come back.

it's sesame, one bag by one." her sister-in-law had a bad look, she gave her boss a sack of fried sesame to her dick.

she thought it would be best to be eaten by wolves in the mountains if the old man didn't sprout or grow.

the boys are on their way, and the dicks are used to eating sesame while walking.

eat and eat.

the dick grabs one out of the boss's bag and feeds it to his mouth.

oh, it smells so good! the penis has to change with the boss.

he's always a dick.

he's a dick.

my dick's sesame seed is down and none of it is out.

and the old man's sesame came out of the ground quickly, and the old man had a good heart.

as soon as she's alive, she comes back, sleeps at night, gives the boss a stone pillow, a embroidery pillow for the dicks, makes the brothers sleep in a bed, plans to cut the boss off at night.

but when it's hot, the penis can't sleep on the embroidery pillow, feeling cool on the boss's rock pillow and offering to switch with the boss.

the boss changed his pillow with his dick without hesitation.

in the night, the sister-in-law sneaked into the house, without light, and touched her pillow.

first, he touched the embroidery pillow, thought he was his son, and then he touched the stone pillow.

poor dick just kept quiet and was cut to death by his own mother.

my stepmother thought she had it.

she slipped out.

but the next morning, when the room was screaming, the boss ran out of nowhere.

it was only then that she knew that she had killed the wrong person, that she regretted it, that she thought of her dead son, that she died.

since then, there has been a black bird, and at night it's like, "my fault, my fault."。