Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: Sorrow Chapter 4

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The street light poked the darkness out. Illuminate a small area.

Walk a few meters and then re-enter the darkness until I meet the next street light. Occasionally, a leaf or two flew past the light, and then was blown into the endless darkness by the wind.

Yi Yao stopped suddenly, she said, I want to knock the baby out.

Qi Ming turned around, she raised her head to look at him and said, but I have no money. I have no money to destroy it. I have no money to give birth to it.

The strong wind came suddenly from the darkness, and it seemed to have swept away all the temperature in an instant.

A century of ice cold.

And the light that disappears instantly.

9

Yi Yao cleaned up the bowl on the table.

Mother lay on the sand and watched boring TV shows on TV. There was a plate of melon seeds on hand, while watching and knocking, a large pile of melon seeds husks fell by the feet.

Yi Yao washed the bowl and took the broom out, wondering how to ask his mother for money. "I want money. Give me money." This is like a slogan like a declaration of war at home.

Sweeping to her feet, she raised her feet impatiently, as if Yi Yao had affected her watching TV.

Yi Yao scanned two of them, then took a breath and said, "Mom, do you have any extra money at home..."

"What is extra money? No amount of money is extra." Standard Lin Huafeng's tone. Teasing. ridicule. Acrimonious.

Yi Yao was on fire in his heart. Some melon seed shells stuck in the gap between the legs of the coffee table and the ground, and they couldn't be swept out.

"Can't you just eat it well, just drop it off the floor, but if you didn't sweep it, can't you put the melon seed shell on the coffee table?"

"What's wrong with you sweeping the ground? Oh, it's hard for you? You really think of yourself as a piece of meat? You are nourished by eating for nothing, let alone sweeping the floor, letting you lick There is nothing wrong with the ground."

"Speaking clearly, what did I eat and drink for nothing?" Yi Yao threw away the broom. "The tuition is paid by my father, and he also pays you monthly living expenses. Besides, I will serve you and serve you. Drink, even if you hire a Filipino servant, you will have to spend money, I..." Before I finished speaking, a handful of melon seeds was thrown over. There are melon seeds on the head and in the clothes.

Although it is very small and light, there is almost no feeling on the face. However, there is a real pain in a certain place in the body.

Yi Yao dropped the broom and brushed off the melon seeds on her head. She said, "Just tell me if there is any extra money at home. If you have it, give it to me. If you don't, just assume I haven't asked." /

"Just see what valuables you have at home and you can drag and sell it! You better sell me too!"

Yi Yao sneered, then walked back to the room, and the moment she slammed the door, she said to Lin Huafeng, "Aren't you always selling?"

The door slammed shut.

A cup fell over and hit the door, torn apart.

People become vulnerable in the dark. It becomes easy to get angry, and it also becomes easy to shake.

Lin Huafeng is now fragile, angry and shaking.

There was no sound from the closed door. The whole room was deadly silent.

She stood up from the sand and brushed up the slightly gray head that had just fallen apart. Then walked back to the room in silence. Reaching out to unscrew the door, tears fell on the back of his hand.

It's hotter than every time in memory.

He felt like a knife stuck in his heart. Someone in the dark held the handle of the knife and stabbed it deeply in the heart.

Heartache as if to stop breathing.

How can there be any living expenses. How can there be tuition. Your damned father has left us alone.

Lin Huafeng's hands kept shaking. Over the years, the shaking has become more and more severe.

"Didn’t you keep selling?"

Yes, it has been selling.

But every time she lay under those men, she thought, Yi Yao, your tuition is enough, I don't owe you anymore.

And those lies about her father, in fact, even she didn't know whether they were meant to deceive Yi Yao or to deceive herself.

She didn't turn on the lights.

The light from outside the window illuminates the outline of the house.

She opened the closet door and found a bag with five hundred and eighty yuan in it.

Remove water and electricity. Get rid of life. More than three hundred and fifty yuan.

She grabbed three pieces of one hundred yuan, and then closed the door of the cabinet.

"Open the door", she knocked on Yi Yao's door roughly, "Open!"

Yi Yao opened the door from the inside, before he could see clearly what the mother who was standing outside wanted to do, three hundred-dollar banknotes fell heavily on his face. "Take it, I owed you a debt in my life!"

Yi Yao slowly squatted down and picked up three coins, "You don't owe me, you don't owe me at all."

Yi Yao smashed the money on his mother's face back, and then closed the door heavily.

In the dark. No one can see whose tears.

Not Yi Yao's ridiculous self-esteem. It was that she suddenly remembered that on the way home one day, she saw her mother standing in front of a small stall, rubbing a skirt repeatedly with her. Finally, he let it go back with a sigh.

The "Yiyueyuan" sign on the stall pierced Yi Yao's eyes in the sunset.

She remembered that her mother seemed to have not bought clothes for several years.

Outside the door, my mother stood motionless in the dark like a puppet that had been unplugged.

All movements and sounds disappeared. Only hot tears were left, and they couldn't stop streaming on his face.

All schools are fertile ground for gossip and rumors.

The short stream and long stream spread according to the degree of light, and when the rumors spread, they seemed to have been radiated by a nuclear explosion, changing various ugly appearances.

The rest time after the second class in the morning is the longest. Even after the broadcast gymnastics, there are still 15 minutes left for the idle students to consume.

When Qi Ming went to the bathroom, he heard a conversation between two boys outside the cubicle.

"Do you know that Yi Yao in our class?"

"Have you heard of that, just that very proud woman?"

"What are you arrogant? She's just a chicken in uniform. Have you heard that she has been short of money recently. One hundred yuan can sleep one night and can help you..." The voice below was deliberately suppressed. Low, but still can't suppress the underwriting and filth of words.

Qi Ming opened the door of the compartment and saw You Kai and a boy from another class urinating. You Kai looked back and saw Qi Ming and stopped talking. After shaking a few times before the toilet, he pulled the man away.

Qi Ming washed his hands expressionlessly in the sink, rubbing repeatedly until both hands became flushed.

The sky outside the window is very low. The cloud moved slowly.

The branches stretched out to the sky in a staggered manner, "like countless hungry ghosts reaching up and begging for food." This is Yi Yao's metaphor.

It is still the driest air in winter, as if a thick layer of white dust can fall off my face with a rub.

Qi Ming scribbled randomly on the paper. He accidentally wrote out a variety of numbers, geometric figures, and English words. The last h suddenly pierced the paper because of too much force with the pen tip. Several layers were cut in succession, and a large area of ​​ink fainted.

The pain in my heart at that moment was like cutting through multiple layers of paper.

;The sink behind the cafeteria. Still no one.

Yi Yao and Qi Ming each wash their lunch boxes. Over the head are slowly moving lead-grey clouds.

It's about to rain.

"That," Turn off the faucet, Qi Ming gently closed the lunch box, "I ask you something."

"Ask." Yi Yao poured detergent from the small bottle he brought. A lot of bubbles popped out of the lunch box.

"You are in a hurry to spend money recently..."

"If you know, you still ask." Yi Yao didn't look up.

"Are you willing to do anything for the money?" Some trembling in the voice ~IndoMTL.com~ still couldn't control it.

Turn off the faucet, Yi Yao straightened up and stared at Qi Ming, "What do you mean by this?"

"It's not interesting, just ask."

"What do you mean?" Yi Yao's hand holding the lunch box was steady.

Qi Ming is not the only one who hears the rumors, but Yi Yao will also hear them. But she doesn't care.

Even if Qi Ming heard it, she wouldn't care.

But what she will care about is that Qi Ming also heard it and believed it.

"I mean..."

"You don't need to say. I understand." After that, Yi Yao turned and left.

After two steps, she turned around and splashed the water from the lunch box on Qi Ming's face.

"You just think me and my mom are the same!"