He slapped Fangfang in the face again, and he scolded, "Useless things, you know that you eat Lao Tzu every day, spend Lao Tzu, go to make money for Lao Tzu, don't come back if you can't make money!" ”

I know, Fangfang has also been enduring it, she doesn't understand, why other people's children, some people love and love, but she doesn't, she directly packed her luggage and left home, not so much luggage, but a few broken clothes, or old clothes that I have sewn and mended many times.

The land in the countryside is not repaired, and it is muddy,

The night was forever so dark, and it had lost the twinkling stars in the sky.

She stood in the dark, the rain drenched her clothes, her black hair was wet and sticking to her cheeks, she turned back to me and said, "Mom, I'm leaving, you take care of yourself."

She was only seventeen years old, but her eyes were so determined.

She walked away without looking back.

I saw her wearing her favorite white sneakers, which she had saved up for a long time, and her white sneakers were still snow-white despite walking in the dirt, and the only white stinged my eyes.

Three months later, she came back once, and she gave all the money she earned to my husband, and she said that she would only come back for one night and leave, and that she would have to go to work the day after tomorrow.

Maybe it's because I saw the money, my husband didn't get angry, and he went out to play cards with the money.

At night, I slept with Fangfang, she hugged me, crying and saying that she said that she was working in the factory and was very tired, I touched her head in distress and said if I wanted to change jobs?

She said she would consider it, and then she secretly gave me a cell phone and said she would call when she missed her mother.

We would talk on the phone every night, and she would complain to me that she was tired, that her elbows were sore and sore, that she was in a garment factory, and that she was making clothes every day, and I could only comfort her constantly.

A few months later, she told me that she was changing jobs, and I happily asked her what her job was.

She said that the waiters, although they were tired, were not as hard as in the factory, and the wages were higher than in the factory.

I could tell that she wanted to change jobs, so I said that I would support her no matter what she did.

The next day, I waited for her call with my phone, trying to ask her if she was tired from her new job, but she didn't call me, I waited all night, and I didn't wait for her call.

I called, and the call went through, but she never answered.

The familiar panic crept over me, and I even wanted to run to her.

Just as I was about to leave the next day, her phone called, and she said, she's fine, and her new job is fine, don't worry, she was too busy yesterday and forgot to call me.

I listened to her tone, as usual, light and soft, but I just knew that something was definitely wrong with her, but no matter what I said, she just denied it, saying that she was fine.

She started not going home, just contacting me by phone, and sending money home every month, and I found that the money became more and more, at first hundreds and hundreds, and then thousands and thousands of dollars home.

I asked her why she had so much money and if she had wronged herself, and I told her to let her keep the money for herself and not send it home. It was all taken by his father to gamble.

She said it didn't matter, she had money and didn't care about letting him gamble.

I could distinctly feel her tone growing colder.

Once I said let her come back, she said she was not free, and I felt panicked again, I said, then I'll go and see you, I miss you.

Her breathing was heavy, and she said, I'll go back to see you.