Chapter 88 Zhong Xiaohua was kicked out of the house

Zhong Xiaohua carried the heavy wooden basin to the yard, then deftly filled it with water. She then picked up the basket full of dirty clothes, wet them one by one, and scrubbed them on the washboard.

It was the coldest time of the year, and when my fingers, swollen like carrots, touched the cold water, I felt a burning pain.

But Zhong Xiaohua ignored the pain in her fingers and continued to scrub with a numb face.

Until a piece of clothing covered with smelly sweat drew an arc in the air and hit Zhong Xiaohua's head vertically, accompanied by a lazy sound.

"Hey, help me wash this clothes."

Zhong Xiaohua paused in rubbing the clothes and looked in the direction of the sound.

Zhong Xiang was seen wearing warm base clothing and a thick coat on the outside, looking relaxed and contented. Noticing that Zhong Xiaohua was still staring at him, he frowned.

"What are you looking at? Zhong Xiaohua, don't you want to eat dinner? Wash it for me quickly, I need to wear this dress tomorrow morning."

Zhong Xiaohua's lips were chapped and bleeding, and a dry, hoarse sound came from her throat. She whispered very quietly, "I can't do it before tomorrow morning..."

Zhong Xiang pricked up his ears and vaguely heard her voice. He said impatiently, "I don't care. Even if you put it in my bed, you have to keep it dry."

After hearing this, Zhong Xiaohua didn't dare to say anything and silently scrubbed the clothes in the wooden basin.

The gate opened.

Zhong Hong walked in with a happy face, holding two oil-paper bags in her hands. Zhong Xiang stood under the eaves, his neck shrank due to the wind, and just stood there waiting for her to come over.

As soon as Zhong Hong stood in front of him, Zhong Xiang became furious.

"Why did you just come back? I'm starving, you know?"

Zhong Hong quickly apologized: "Son, Mom is out for something. Haven't you eaten yet?"

Zhong Xiang snorted coldly and didn't want to pay any attention to her.

Zhong Hong smiled awkwardly, looked around, and her eyes finally fell on Zhong Xiaohua.

Zhong Xiaohua secretly thought that this was not good.

Sure enough, the next second Hong came over to demand an explanation.

She ignored the fact that Zhong Xiaohua's ears were cracked from the cold weather, and reached out to pull them up.

"You dead girl! Money-losing thing! Didn't you hear your brother say he was hungry? You're such a fool, all you know is washing clothes, don't you know how to cook for your brother? If I don't come back, are you planning to starve my son to death?"

Zhong Xiaohua was suddenly pulled, and her whole body shrank even more along with Zhong Hong's movements.

"Mom." Zhong Xiaohua felt like her ears were about to be twisted off, and the burning pain was as usual. She cried bitterly, "Mom, I was wrong."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was wrong."

Her crying voice was quickly drowned out by the cold wind.

Zhong Xiang stood with his arms folded, annoyed. "What's the point of hitting her? She's just a fool. I'm almost starving. Can you cook first?"

Zhong Hong quickly let go, and because she suddenly lost her strength, Zhong Xiaohua was thrown to the ground and no one cared about her.

"Come here, son. Mom brought you something good." Zhong Hong smiled so hard that her teeth were visible, like an ancient eunuch handing tribute to the emperor. "Mom brought roast ducks, two of them."

Zhong Xiang's originally impatient expression suddenly turned into a salivating one.

"Is this true?"

He couldn't wait to grab the oil paper package. Once he opened it, he saw the shiny roast duck cut into slices. The color was golden and the skin was the color of soy sauce.

Zhong Xiang was stunned.

God knows how long it has been since he last had meat. He had eggs for every meal and he almost vomited after eating so much. Finally, his mother was generous and bought two roast ducks.

Not caring that the roast duck was still hot, Zhong Xiang quickly carried it back into the house and prepared to eat it alone.

Zhong Hong was also stunned by his action: "Son, don't you have two? Mom hasn't eaten them yet."

Zhong Xiang paused, turned his head with an impatient look on his face, "I'm still growing, I can finish two of them. You're already a mother? And you still want to snatch them from me?"

Zhong Hong was speechless, while Zhong Xiang had already entered the house carrying the roast duck, and slammed the door shut.

It was at this moment that Zhong Xiaohua, who was lying in the snow, suddenly let out a cold laugh.

Very light and shallow.

This sound made Zhong Hong furious. She took this opportunity to vent her anger on Xiaohua.

He went up and kicked Zhong Xiaohua in the chest, making her groan.

"You stupid girl, how dare you laugh at me? Why don't you take a piss and see if you're worthy?" Zhong Hong spat as if she were her enemy. "Why don't you just die? You can't even cook! You can't even wash clothes! What's the point of a loser like you living? If I were you, I'd have jumped into the river and died!"

This mouth is like a machine gun, attacking his own daughter and talking non-stop.

Zhong Xiaohua's eyes were numb.

After a long time, Zhong Hong scolded until her mouth was dry. Seeing that she was still so dull and stupid, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

But thinking of what Cui Liu told her, Zhong Hong barely suppressed the impatience in her heart.

"Get out of here right now! You look so pitiful! Your brother's tuition is still unpaid. Our family needs to do something big."

"Remember that money-losing kid of Zhong Qiaosheng?" Zhong Hong muttered to herself. "Let's find a chance to steal that kid tomorrow and make a killing."

"Did you hear that?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhong Hong kicked her again.

"Hurry up and get up. If you don't do this well and your brother's tuition is not paid for, I will marry you off in exchange for the bride price."

Zhong Xiaohua remained indifferent. Zhong Hong felt as if she had punched cotton. Her eyebrows twitched. After a long time, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Behind him, Zhong Xiaohua spoke at this time.

She suddenly asked, "Mom, do you hate me so much because I was born the youngest?"

This question was a bit incoherent. Zhong Hong turned around and was stunned for a moment: "What the hell?"

Zhong Xiaohua asked again: "Is that because I'm a girl?"

Zhong Hong finally reacted.

Oh, so you are asking why you don’t like her, but this kind of question is really childish and ridiculous.

Zhong Hong did not answer, but just looked at Zhong Xiaohua as if she was a fool.

Zhong Xiaohua felt as if she was choking at her undisguised mocking gaze, then smiled sadly: "If I were like my brother, born when you and Dad had the best relationship, or if I were a boy, would you look at me more?"

Zhong Hong sneered and said without hesitation: "No."

"I would rather not have given birth to you, understand? Your birth was a mistake, you were born a waste. If you want to tell me what I like most about you, I will tell you now."

Zhong Hong's voice suddenly became high-pitched, even terribly sharp and harsh.

"That's when you're dead and lying in your coffin!"

Zhong Xiaohua felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly at that moment, and she even forgot to breathe.

"You're so nervous all day long." Zhong Hong turned and left. "You don't have to come back for dinner tonight. Go out and get some fresh air to sober up."

She slammed the door shut mercilessly.

Zhong Xiaohua, wearing the clothes with muddy footprints on her chest, sat there for a long time until the cold wind made her body stiff. She struggled to get up and took a last deep look at the home where she had lived for more than ten years.

A sarcastic smile.

She dragged her bruised body without looking back.