The Past of Floating Life Yan Ziqing Extra One

readx; Tears flowed from my eyes, bitter tears dripping into the wet earth, and soon became one with the earth. The pen is interesting www.biquge.info but the series of shadows left in my heart linger and often reflect in my mind.

I sat on the rocks by the stream, watching the water of the waterfall merrily merge into the stream from top to bottom, and the fish swimming freely in the clear water, jumping out of the water from time to time to bubble, my heart could not be calm for a long time, reminiscing about the past, bitter tears, dripping again.

"Mother, the child begs his mother to save Aunt Lin." I knelt on the floor of the main room, my little rough hands gripping the hem of the noble lady I claimed mother.

"A wild woman from a brothel is still delusional about toads and wants to eat swan meat, and she is delusional that I will ask her to get a doctor. The conditions in the house are not very rich, where is there spare money to ask for a doctor for a wild woman from a brothel who is not even as good as a concubine. "The lady insulted my mother and kicked me to the ground mercilessly.

I held the ground with one hand and covered my chest with the other, and the heart-rending pain in my chest was nothing compared to my mother's illness. "Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Bright red blood gushed out of my mouth.

The lady reached out and lifted my chin, her long nails digging into my flesh in pain, and I gritted my teeth to keep myself from making a sound.

"Little rabbit cub, you look like your mother, a wild seed of a fox." In the last paragraph, she gritted her teeth and said it very harshly. My heart was completely stabbed, she said I don't matter, anyway, I have been bullied by the young master of the house since I was a child, and they treat me as a dog, forcing me to eat their (her) leftovers, riding on me as a horse, telling me to learn to bark three times, I swallowed my anger, did it, and endured it. But I can't tolerate her saying that my mother, no matter how bad my mother is, but in my mind, my mother will always be the greatest mother in the world.

I clenched my fist behind my back, and when I found the right moment, I slammed into her chest, and like a mad beast, I used all my might, pounced on her and grabbed her, tearing a little of her breasts in the fierce fight.

"Little bunny, you dare to hit me." I was a ten-year-old child, and I was kicked in the chest again, and this kick was even heavier and harder than just now. Lady, she made a great effort with this kick. I was dizzy and aching. The pain all over my body seemed to tear my whole body apart. "Ahem, cough, ahem......" There was a cramping pain in his chest, and red blood gushed out, it was even more than just now, and it was even more bright red, dazzlingly red.

"Bunny, what are you doing here, dirty my eyes, get out!" She straightened out the messy placket and drove me out.

I ate sores, dragged my wounded body, and ran away in a very embarrassed way, and I didn't dare to go back to my mother. I didn't even dare to show my mother that I begged the eldest lady, my mother has a stubborn personality, even when life is extremely embarrassing, she has to be self-reliant, and never asks for help. The way I look now, even I hate myself for being unsightly.

I stumbled around the yard and staggered to the back door of the backyard. Coming out the back door, I immediately ran along the secluded dirt road.

I don't know how long I ran, how many things I stumbled and bumped into, and I was scarred, dragging my tired and almost unconscious body to a waterfall in a daze.

The stream reflected my lonely figure, my hair nearly messy from the wind as I ran, and a few red marks on my face from the treetops and scratches.

Sitting on the rocks by the stream, I hated myself for being incompetent and incompetent. If I can have a little bit of a good word, my mother will not be treated coldly everywhere in the house, bullied and swallowed her anger. All the blame was on me, and I suddenly hated myself for not being angry. didn't take good care of his mother, and when his mother was terminally ill, there was no medicine to treat, no doctor to see a doctor, and his condition worsened day by day.

Thinking about my mother's illness. I didn't fight for tears that blurred my eyes and dripped down the corners of my eyes to the ground.

"Master said that a manly man, he sheds blood without tears. Big brother, what are you crying about? Behind him, a childish voice reached his ear.

I don't like people to see me embarrassed, even though I was bullied everywhere in the house, I never bowed my head and cried, but this time, I actually cried.

Wiping my tears from my cuffs, I pretended that nothing had happened, and stubbornly said, "I didn't cry." ”

"Big brother, you are obviously crying, I just saw you wipe your tears with your sleeve. But why didn't the big brother admit it? She insisted on the fact that I was crying.

Yes, I did cry. But I just don't want to admit the facts, and I don't want others to see that I am weak and incompetent, and I will only cry and cry when I encounter setbacks.