Chapter 418: Nineteen Years Ago
"Why didn't I listen to you if I asked you to learn from Lou Jie? Even if you are angry with me, there is no need to be angry with Lou Jie! β
Hua Wei stroked An An's hand slightly, and the maid passed by her side with breakfast at the right time, and gently placed the thing in front of her.
"Second Miss, please use it slowly."
"Thank you."
Feng Zhi's backward figure trembled slightly, and he hurriedly whispered, "No, no, no," and retreated.
Seeing that Lou Qiang would rather thank an irrelevant servant, but ignore her mother's words; This is undoubtedly slapping her in the face and embarrassing her.
Zhen Ru's face was not stunned, and her face became not very good-looking, "Lou Qiang! What's your attitudeβ"
"Nineteen years ago, I was about four years old."
Ignoring Zhen Ru's angry expression, Hua Wei interrupted her words, lowered her eyes and put the bread cut into small pieces into An An's hand before continuing to speak in a deep voice.
"It was a cold winter, the roads were long, and the alleys were dark. I was carried by the woman on my shoulders and fled to the field, not daring to make a sound along the way. Because if I accidentally make a small move, I will be beaten by her. β
"Until I was six years old, it seemed that I always had bruises and purple wounds in those hazy memories."
"Why run away? Because I was a black man, every time someone knocked on the door, the woman was scared to death, and she would always cover my mouth tightly and prevent me from making a sound. β
She still remembers that late night, she was tightly pressed by Lou Jie's biological mother into the fabric sofa of the low-rent house, and stuffed her mouth with a dusty pillow, making it extremely difficult for her to breathe.
The knockers outside were still shouting: Is there anyone, we are doing the census.
In fact, the woman was completely superfluous, because she didn't want to speak at all, and she didn't have the strength to do so.
"The next day, she took me on the train to the north. Before leaving, she was afraid that I would make trouble on the train, so she deliberately threw me in cold water and soaked me for two hours; And I had a high fever, so naturally it was impossible for me to howl and scream and attract the attention of others. β
The strawberry juice was plump, and An An chewed it and ran down the corner of her mouth. Hua Wei held the handkerchief to wipe it off for her, and the emotions in her eyes were extremely calm, so calm that she was terrifying.
Lou Lingyu, who was sitting on the other side of An An, had already clenched his teeth and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her again.
The school uniform trousers on his legs were wrinkled by him, and the tears that dripped to the ground were his belated tears.
What kind of suffering has his sister suffered in the world!
Hua Wei said calmly, and even her expression never changed a bit: "The woman said that even if she changed her daughter to enter a wealthy family, I am not qualified to use her daughter's identity; Say I should live in the dirtiest, dirtiest place. She said I was a little bastard, something that wasn't even as good as trash. β
It was dawn, and the restaurant bordered a small garden, separated by a large piece of floor-to-ceiling glass; The morning light outside the window refracted a few small pieces of light.
It was supposed to be a warm sunny day, but Zhen Ru felt cold and white as paper.
It was as if it was not warm blood flowing in her body, but a polar glacier.
The palm that was held tightly by her husband became more and more forceful, and the sharp nails pierced into the palms; It seemed that only with the pain on her body could the stinging pain in her heart be lightened.
And Lou Zeliang's face had already darkened, and his heavy eyes were dyed with a fierce color; The hand holding the knife was so hard that the green tendons burst out, and the dull pain in his chest made his breathing a little heavier.
(End of chapter)