At that time, she would only cover her mouth, and tears flowed down her fingers into the wide neckline.

There was a crack in the closet, and she struggled to keep her eyes open as they pulled her mother's hair and beat her up.

Sometimes it's early in the morning, sometimes it's dusk.

Luqiong didn't know how much her mother owed, she just remembered that the miserable woman would hug her tightly in the night, and muttered to herself as she trembled and injured her body.

"It's okay, Xiaoqiong, your father will come back, he won't die without help, he said, even if he divorces me, he won't leave you alone."

But this sentence has been repeated so many times that in the end even she doesn't seem to believe it.

That's how it was made up for another night.

Lu Qiong no longer remembered how many cold nights he had spent as a child, counting the calendars, counting every striking of the broken clock hanging on the wall, and then falling into a groggy sleep.

Lu Qiong couldn't read, and even eating at home was a problem. My mother worked day and night in the factory to make clothes, and it became common for her to not be able to return home.

When I was 10 years old, someone reported that there were still children here who were not in school, so the Education Bureau came to send someone to communicate with my mother.

The visitor seemed to be wearing a mask of hypocrisy, and the disdain under his eyes could not be hidden.

He took the tea that his mother had handed him, and quietly put the cup back on the table, clearing his throat to show his intentions.

"Little Joan, huh? People's children are so old, it's impossible not to receive education, right? What's more, no matter how difficult the environment, reading is the only way out. There's no way you're going to let him go your way, are you? ”

also by the way, he threw his eyes to Lu Qiong, who was hiding behind the door frame and only exposed half of his head.

It was clearly a growing child, but there was no flesh on his body.

He stared at his mother expectantly, imagining that he was like his peers, carrying a beautiful schoolbag full of books and pens full of dreams and futures.

"I got it......"

The mother's brow furrowed, like a raised hillock.

The hand that drilled into it loosened again, and finally compromised.

"Then I'll go first, and the Education Bureau will contact you after helping your child find a suitable school. When the time comes, you just need to complete the enrollment procedures and then the tuition fees are ready. ”

Tuition......

It's money again......

He didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a second, he picked up a pair of expensive bags that he had placed next to him, and when he left, he specially arranged his hair and sprayed perfume, as if he could cover the poor acid here.

"Little Joan......"

Her mother whispered her name, and Lu Qiong hesitated a little, grabbing the hem of her clothes and moving it slowly.

"Do you want to read?"

Her mother took her arm and spoke slowly, and the word reading seemed to be a mountain pressing on her heart. She looked forward to Lu Qiong's veto.

The clock on the wall creaked again for the sake of age, and the mother locked her gaze tightly on the cowardly child.

"I ...... I want to read. ”

Lu Qiong looked at her mother cautiously, her fingers stirring uneasily.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the glass window onto the wooden table, splashing a cloud of dust.

The mother's hand became more and more forceful, and five red marks were burned on his pale arm, knowing that Lu Qiong was in pain and couldn't stand it and began to struggle, so she let go.

The woman, who was almost thirty years old, breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the bathroom in her slippers, and from time to time the sound of water could be heard.

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I'm quite complicated to write this chapter.,I haven't experienced these things myself.,This thing stems from my space.。。

Hopefully everyone in this world can be better.