Chapter 91 Zhong Xiaohua Stays Overnight
Zhong Qiao paused in scrubbing her body, then subconsciously became gentler and stopped talking.
Afterwards, Zhong Qiao ambiguously tested Zhong Xiaohua's situation at home and was deeply shocked.
First, Zhong Xiaohua is not a child anymore, but she is still a girl. She still doesn’t have a room of her own. She lives in the firewood room, and her sleeping place is just a simple wooden door.
In the middle of winter, there wasn't even a thick quilt on the bed. Zhong Hong was particularly lazy and wasn't allowed to wear thick socks, because she thought socks were difficult to wash.
This logic immediately silenced Zhong Qiaogan.
After Zhong Xiaohua finished taking a shower, Zhong Qiao helped her wipe her hair with a clean towel.
With the dim light in the room, Zhong Qiao calmly observed the scars on Zhong Xiaohua's body.
There are new ones and old ones.
There were bruises and blood clots on the back and chest, and burns on the arms.
It was a scar that had been left a long time ago. It was a shallow scar, but because it was not treated in time, it became a hideous and ugly scar.
Zhong Xiaohua's hands were incredibly rough, totally inconsistent with a girl of her age. It was obvious that she was used to working on the farm at home. Her fingers had been soaked in cold water all year round, and were swollen like radishes.
"Wear this." Zhong Qiao sighed and took out a pair of underwear from the bottom of the closet.
This is the clothes she wore when she was in high school. It is a little small now, but it should be suitable for Zhong Xiaohua, who has been malnourished for a long time and has a thin figure.
Zhong Xiaohua took the underwear somewhat flattered.
So soft.
So warm.
It was the first time she wore such fine material.
"Thank you, Sister Zhong Qiao."
Zhong Xiaohua bowed her head and thanked carefully, then put on the base layer of clothes. The calf area was surprisingly a little loose.
Zhong Qiao sighed inwardly, wondering how long had malnutrition lasted? How could a grown girl look like this?
"Are you still hungry?" Zhong Qiao asked, "There's some food in the kitchen. If you're hungry, I can get it for you."
"No, Sister Zhong Qiao, I've already caused enough trouble to your family." Zhong Xiaohua's face flushed and she waved her hands repeatedly.
She had eaten the bowl of egg noodle soup earlier, and now she was hungry again, but she was living under someone else's roof, eating and sleeping with someone else's food, so how could she take advantage of him?
Zhong Qiao understood in his heart, and since he didn’t say directly that he wasn’t hungry, that meant he was hungry.
"You wait first." Zhong Qiao put on an outer coat, stood up and walked out, leaving Zhong Xiaohua with a frightened look on her face, at a loss for what to do for a long time.
Zhong Xiaohua sat at the foot of the bed and waited for a few minutes. Zhong Qiao still hadn't come back, but the baby in the cradle suddenly started babbling, as if he had a nightmare, and his little hands were waving in the air, trying to find some comfort.
Zhong Xiaohua looked over curiously.
The child was so cute and adorable. Even though he frowned and spoke in a baby voice that was difficult to understand, Zhong Xiaohua did not resist him. Instead, she found it very interesting.
Unexpectedly, the next second, the child was so angry that his nose wrinkled and his mouth turned upside down, and he even showed signs of being wronged and about to cry.
Zhong Xiaohua was afraid that Zhong Qiao would misunderstand, so she hurriedly climbed down from the bed. She imitated the way she had seen other people hold their children, carefully picked up the child, and rocked him gently: "Don't cry, don't cry."
"Your mother will be home soon."
The child pouted and was interrupted by Zhong Xiaohua, looking like he was about to cry.
Zhong Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a warm touch fell on her index finger, and then she squeezed it tightly.
Zhong Xiaohua's heart suddenly exploded.
It was a strange feeling. The tiny, fragile creature in her arms held her hand with immense trust, as if it were someone close to her.
While Zhong Xiaohua was stunned, the child opened his eyes and stared at her without blinking for a long time. Then, his pink and rosy mouth with a few small teeth opened up and he smiled happily.
When Zhong Xiaohua was at a loss, Zhong Qiao's voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"She likes you."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhong Xiaohua became even more confused.
Zhong Qiao slowly walked out from behind the door, carrying a bowl of hot rice and vegetables. Facing Zhong Xiaohua's panic, she seemed very calm.
"She likes you." Zhong Qiao repeated calmly, "When she likes someone, she will smile at her."
Zhong Xiaohua finally understood.
Do you like her?
Looking down at the young and innocent baby, Zhong Xiaohua's eyes were filled with sadness. She hummed softly, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
She has never been liked by anyone in her life.
very nice.
"Come, go eat, and give the child to me first." Zhong Qiao reached out to take it, completely ignoring Zhong Xiaohua's reluctant expression.
After eating the freshly heated meal, Zhong Xiaohua put on Zhong Qiao's pajamas and snuggled up with her.
The two were speechless and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Zhong Qiao couldn't sleep because she was thinking about something. One was about Wanwan's hereditary mental illness, the second was the death of Zhong's father in the previous life, and the third was how to make money quickly. She wanted to remember all the details of her previous life and not miss a single one.
Zhong Xiaohua felt like she was in dire straits, tormented by both her conscience and her family affection.
When she thought about her mother saying that she would find a way to sell the child, and then saw how nice Sister Zhong Qiao was to her, she felt guilty.
After holding it in for a long time, Zhong Xiaohua pursed her lips, as if she had made a great decision, and suddenly said, "Sister Zhong Qiao? Are you asleep?"
Zhong Qiao naturally didn't sleep, but she didn't respond either.
Zhong Xiaohua's voice disappeared in the darkness for more than ten seconds. She seemed to be hesitant to speak, with nothing to say.
After all, Zhong Hong is her mother, who gave birth to her and raised her. If she confesses to Sister Zhong Qiao, her mother will go to jail and their family will be really finished.
She can't say.
Zhong Xiaohua turned away with something on her mind.
No words were spoken that night.
The next day, Zhong's mother kindly invited Zhong Xiaohua to have dinner with her, but Zhong Xiaohua didn't dare to eat because she felt guilty. She stammered and made excuses to go home.
Seeing how thin she was, Zhong's mother gave her two egg pancakes and a sweet potato.
"Eat on the way, and talk to your mother when you get back. There will be no overnight grudge between mother and daughter." He looked like an elder and patted Zhong Xiaohua's shoulder earnestly.
Zhong Xiaohua felt even more ashamed, nodded randomly and ran away.
"This kid ran so fast?" Mother Zhong was surprised. She touched her face and asked the three people behind her with self-doubt, "Do I look fierce?"
"Not fierce, not fierce." Mr. Zhong slurped his porridge without even raising his head.
"Not necessarily." Zhong Siqi retorted in a low voice, holding the bowl of rice porridge.
My mother treated him like a tigress coming down the mountain. Zhong Xiaohua looked so weak and skinny, maybe she was scared away by my mother.
"What?" Zhong's mother was very sharp-eared and immediately flew into a rage. She twisted Zhong Siqi's ear and said, "I get up early and work late, working myself to death to make breakfast for your whole family. You don't think much of your mother, and you still dare to say that?"
Zhong Siqi quickly begged for mercy, and Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father shook their heads and laughed when they saw this scene.
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