As soon as Song Yaoyao stretched out her head, she saw a huge and bright reflection of the full moon in the water tank, which made her face blue and swollen from being beaten ugly like a ghost.

She didn't think much about it when she had a lot of things in her mind today, she just thought that she was sick and that she was beaten by someone!

Song Yaoyao thought about it, and angrily opened his clothes to take a look.

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The bruises and purples on the body can be seen everywhere are the scars of being beaten, and if you look closely, there are many scars left by old wounds, these new injuries are stacked with old wounds, and they look so miserable.

It's really annoying to her!

You don't have to think about it to know who hit it.

Song Yaoyao grinned and carefully washed with water, while gritting his teeth and scolding Li Dachang's ancestors for eighteen generations.

If this revenge is not avenged, she swears not to be a person!

Song Yaoyao entered the house, turned the room upside down, and turned the room upside down, but he didn't turn out a little healing medicine, but woke up Maomao.

Maomao watched her rummage around, and asked in a daze, "Mother, what are you looking for?" ”

Song Yaoyao was angry, and yelled impatiently: "Don't worry about it, sleep on yours." ”

Maomao seemed to be frightened by her attitude, and stood motionless on the bed, crying.

Song Yaoyao frowned, and her heart was even more irritable, but she was angry again, and she shouldn't sprinkle it on a child, stabilized her mood, and her tone returned to normal: "Mother didn't look for anything, you go to sleep first, be good." ”

Mao Mao didn't say anything, and lay down obediently.

Song Yaoyao turned over for a while, there was really nothing, she was dead, walked to the bed, went to the bed, and began to scold Li Dachang in her heart.

She was closing her eyes and playing Ah Q's spirit to beat the scumbag, a thin arm reached over and held her hand, Maomao leaned towards her, her voice was like a filament, with anxiety and fear, and asked, "Mother, do you also hate Maomao?" ”

The child's voice was milky, and at this time, it was timid, with sorrow, and with expectation, which made Song Yaoyao think of the little milk cat he once picked up, timid and sensitive, but he was very dependent on her.

Maomao probably relied on his mother like this, although there was no blood relationship between them.

Song Yaoyao has never been married, let alone has children, and she really has no maternal love to overflow with Maomao.

But at this moment, her heart suddenly became soft, she came here as a soul from another world, she was unfamiliar with life, and it would be false to say that she didn't feel lonely and wandering.

Although Mao Mao has a father, he is still lonely, and the most dependent is his mother, who is not related by blood, if he knows that his mother has changed people, he will probably be very sad.

is also a fallen person at the end of the world, Song Yaoyao shook it back and replied softly: "No, sleep." ”

Children are easy to coax, Song Yaoyao just said a word, Maomao was relieved, and soon fell asleep.

Song Yaoyao slept a lot during the day, but he couldn't sleep for a while, and his mind began to think wildly.

For a while, I thought that she had finally taken root in the research institute and was brought here, and I was depressed. For a while, I was glad that my parents broke up peacefully and formed a new family, and they were happy and happy, so that they would not be overly sad and collapsed because of their death.

Thoughts are chaotic and imaginative, thinking about not knowing when I fall asleep.

The next day, Song Yaoyao was woken up by Mao Mao.

"Mother, Aunt Lan is here."

Song Yaoyao opened her eyes and saw Aunt Lan in Mao Mao's mouth, her best friend, Fang Guilan.

Thinking that the other party came to see him early in the morning, Song Yaoyao smiled and took the initiative to say hello: "Guilan, here, have you eaten?" ”

Guilan looked at her, looking like she wanted to say something, and finally sighed and said, "I'll cook for you." ”

Song Yaoyao and the second monk were puzzled, her current honor is not very good-looking when she smiles, but it is not so good that she should be like this.

Song Yaoyao couldn't figure it out, so she didn't want to, so she got up and washed.

When she walked to the yard, she saw Mao Mao dragging a wooden bucket half as high as him to the water tank, and only a third of the water in the bucket was scattered all the way, and Mao Mao was still struggling to drag.

Song Yaoyao hurriedly walked over, carried the bucket, and poured the water into the water tank.

"This bucket is too heavy, don't carry it, I'll do it."

"Mother, I have strength, you are not in good health, I'll come."

After that, he went to grab the bucket in Song Yaoyao's hand.

is quite filial, Song Yaoyao's depression in her heart to be a mother has faded a little.

It's just that I can't bear to see such a small child doing heavy work, and says, "Don't mention it, there is still water in the tank, which is enough for a few days." ”

Maomao then put the bucket down.

Song Yaoyao asked him to play by himself and went to the kitchen to help, but as soon as he arrived in the kitchen, he was kicked out by Guilan on the grounds of poor health.

I had no choice but to go back to bed and lie lazy.

After a while, the rice was ready, it was still the "black rice porridge" from yesterday, Song Yaoyao was still reluctant to eat it, and Maomao was still eating it fragrant and sweet.

After eating, Guilan was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but Song Yaoyao quickly held the person down.

"Sister Lan, it doesn't take much effort to wash the dishes, I'll come by myself later, our sisters will talk."

When Guilan heard her say this, she sat down and looked at her solemnly.

Song Yaoyao was a little weak-hearted, she just wanted to set some useful information, so she didn't have to be so serious.

Song Yaoyao pondered for a moment, sighed pretending to be sad, and said faintly: "Sister Guilan, thanks to you these days, I don't know how to thank you." ”

When Guilan heard her say this, she said very boldly: "Don't say that, we grew up together, and we both married here, so naturally we have to help each other." ”

Song Yaoyao didn't expect the relationship between the two to be so good, then her situation Guilan should be very clear, Song Yaoyao was overjoyed, cheered up and continued to talk: "Yes, there is finally someone to talk to, otherwise how can I live this life." ”

Guilan heard her depressed like this, her eyes were slightly red, and tears were faintly shining in her eyes, but she still comforted: "Where has it come to this point, no matter what, if Li Dachang really divorces you, you can still go back to your parents' house, Uncle Song and Aunt Song will not leave you alone." ”

Song Yaoyao raised his head forty-five degrees, and his voice became more and more ethereal: "If I am suspended, how can I have the face to go back to see my father." ”

When Guilan heard her words, she was startled, and hurriedly persuaded: "Sister, there is no hurdle in the world that can't be overcome, don't think about it anymore, if it weren't for the rich and noble to see it for you, you would really be dead, you have been in a coma for three days, and you have to think about it." ”

Song Yaoyao was taken aback, she thought that the original owner was abused to death by domestic violence, did it turn out that she committed suicide by throwing herself into the river!

Guilan is a chatter, Song Yaoyao asks casually, she can get a lot of words, and Song Yaoyao also inquired about her own situation.

It's really a cabbage-like life experience!