Chapter 189 (Catching Bugs)
After He Fang left, Yun Mian sneaked out of the kitchen holding the small bowl. Then the dog took a detour and quietly approached the cowshed from the other side where it was difficult to be seen.
The system saw that the host had gone through so much trouble and only got a small bowl of porridge less than the size of a fist. It endured it again and again, but still couldn't help cursing in a low voice this damn NPC setting.
Don't you have anything else to write about Infinite Games? Why... Never mind, the host is here anyway. Her mother is the kind of person who will desperately grab a ray of light as soon as she sees it. This time, she will definitely not follow the set NPC plot.
I don’t know if it was because Yunmian had been here, but He Guizhi became more cautious and locked the door of the cowshed when she left.
Yun Mian could only put the bowl down, stand on tiptoe and stretch out her hand to reach the thing with great effort. After finally getting it open, she finally held the slightly cold bowl and sneaked into the stuffy and smelly cowshed.
For some reason, Yun Mian even left a small gap in the door to let the dim light from outside shine in.
With his back to the light, Yun Mian saw the figure tied up with chains again.
She stepped on the soft straw in the cowshed and took several steps closer in a daze.
Mother……
The other party seemed to finally sense the presence of someone. He moved his body and finally raised the face that had been hidden in the shadows.
A scarred face like that of a demon.
Yun Mian did not step back in fear at the sudden horrifying scene, she just... could not control her tears all of a sudden, and the tears quickly slid down from her eye sockets and splashed into the bowl of porridge.
"Mother……"
The child, with a pursed mouth and red eyes, took two steps towards his mother in the corner. His crying voice made people feel heartbroken in this dark and smelly space.
However, the closer Yun Mian walked with the small bowl, the more Yun Jinxing on the ground subconsciously shrank into the corner. Finally, he lowered his head slightly, revealing only a pair of dark eyes that stared at Yun Mian.
Yun Mian squatted down at her feet, placed the small bowl on her knees, raised her hand to quickly wipe away her tears, and then moved closer without any disgust, until Yun Jinxing had nowhere to hide, and Yun Mian and the small bowl were about to fall into her mother's arms, then she raised her tearful little face and called her mother softly again.
"Mom, I miss you so much..." Yunmian hid in the darkness with her mother, and said in a small voice, "Mom, are you really hungry? I secretly asked that little sister for a little food, can you eat it first? After you eat the food, Mianmian will definitely find a way to rescue you."
After saying that, the child clumsily scooped a small spoonful of porridge with a spoon. Although it was not hot, he blew on it gently twice, just like his mother did in front of the bed, then reached out and carefully fed it to Yun Jinxing.
"Mom, ah~" The child opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were red from crying, but his pupils were bright.
Yun Jinxing looked at the small spoonful of the most ordinary and even simple porridge at her mouth. Her abdomen made an abnormal hungry sound. Her throat was dry as she swallowed her saliva. Her esophagus, which had not had water or food for a long time, felt as difficult and painful as swallowing a razor blade.
She wanted to turn her head away, but as soon as she turned her face with difficulty, the small spoonful of porridge moved to her mouth.
The soft and chewy voice of a child rang in my ears: "Mom, I just tasted it, it's not hot at all."
She naively thought that her refusal was due to fear of the heat.
Yun Jinxing bit the soft flesh on her cheek tightly. The pain caused her numb emotions to fluctuate a little. She looked at the child who called her mother, opened her mouth, and was about to say something.
"you……"
Before he could even utter a word, the child quickly stuffed a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
Warm, soft, slightly sour porridge.
She swallowed subconsciously.
The esophagus that had not processed food for a long time seemed like an abyss that could never be filled. Not only did she not feel that she had eaten something after taking a bite, but it also triggered even louder hunger sounds in her abdomen. The sour, cramped, and persistent nausea pain made her want to spit out all the porridge she had just eaten.
But the child who had just been successfully fed obviously did not give her any chance to vomit.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the little girl would quickly stuff a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
At first, Yun Jinxing was forced to swallow, but in the next few mouthfuls, she swallowed it on her own initiative.
The long-term hunger could easily destroy her desire to die.
It may not be because of the bowl of porridge, but something else, such as the child who puts down the bowl but still stays by your side and refuses to leave.
The little guy talks too much and too frequently.
Yun Jinxing had not had contact with the outside world for a long time, and even his ability to speak had deteriorated a lot. He knew many words, but could hardly open his mouth to pronounce them.
But Yunmian is different.
She had so many things to say to her mother.
"Mom, why is your face like this? Was it hurt by the bad guys? Does it hurt? Can Mianmian blow it for you? It will feel better after blowing~"
"Mom, I miss you so much, as if it were as hot as the sun. Do you miss me? Do you miss me so much too?"
"Mom, I'll steal some food to feed you at night. I'll steal it quietly so no one will find out!"
"Mom, I stole things from bad guys. I shouldn't be a disobedient bad kid, right? They bullied mom and I was so angry, but I couldn't beat them. I was beaten today. That old woman was so fierce. She beat me so hard that it hurt. I even shed tears..."
"Mom, I hate it here."
The child muttered quietly, whether seriously or out of anger, and finally turned his head sullenly and leaned lightly against his mother's shoulder.
Yun Jinxing wanted to hide, but failed. The small ball beside her was as soft as a cloud. If she had dodged, the child would probably have fallen to the ground. The ground was covered with straw and unkempt cow dung.
The mother and daughter didn’t know how long they stayed together quietly in the dark before Yun Mian heard her mother’s hoarse, dry voice.
"Who are you?"
She had some guesses in her mind, but... she was not sure, she didn't dare to be sure. That guess was like a seed buried in a crack in a rock, which should have slowly died in the wind and sun. Just when she was about to give up, she suddenly saw a green sprout emerge from the seed.
The shadow of her mother exists in Yunmian's memory.
When she was beaten by that family, they would curse her, "Your crazy mother", "Your mother is a bitch", "You bastard, you are as troublesome as your mother"...
In my memory, the child who was always beaten had no right, and absolutely could not, to ask the family anything about his mother.
She was like a duckweed that had taken root in this family for some unknown reason. She didn't know where she came from or where she was going. She had no memory of her mother, but she always tried to piece together her mother's appearance from countless ugly insults.
Sister He Fang said that mom was the one who gave birth to them, just like grandma gave birth to dad.
But when my sister said this, there was not the slightest admiration in her voice. Instead, she spoke in a cold tone, as if she was talking to an insignificant stranger. There was even a hint of sharp hatred in her tone.
The young Yunmian could not understand or comprehend. When she was beaten and covered with wounds, she just curled up and hugged herself, wondering why her mother gave birth to her.
Why did the mother give birth to me and then abandon me, leaving me in this family to be beaten every day? That mother must have given birth to me just to be beaten, right?
The original Yunmian couldn’t understand and couldn’t figure it out, but now Yunmian knows how much her mother loves her.
So even when the child heard his mother asking him that she didn't know him, he didn't feel sad. He just stretched out his little hand and hugged his mother's hand, ignoring the bad smell coming from his mother, looked up at his mother's eyes, smiled softly, and whispered: "Mom, my name is Yunmian, Yun is the Yun of mom's last name, and Mian is the cotton candy~"
It's said to be a self-introduction, but if you listen carefully, you can find that underneath the child's soft and baby voice is hidden a desire for dependence and showing off.
My last name is Yun, not the Yun of cloud, but the Yun of my mother's last name. I am my mother's baby, so I can use the same gender as my mother~
My name is Yunmian. Mian means cotton in marshmallow, the sweet marshmallow that will melt on the tip of your tongue when you lick it gently. My mother said that I am her favorite and most precious sweet baby!
Yun Jinxing: “…”
Looking at the child's eyes that were still bright and clear hidden in the sunlight, Yun Jinxing stared at her in a daze. After a long time, she pulled the corners of her lips and smiled gently.
A silent, sad, extremely sorrowful laugh.
The seeds in the cracks of the rocks actually sprouted tender buds, so green and full of vitality.
But the person who threw it into the crevice was about to die, and did not have the chance to see it actively grow through the crevice.
What's more... in such a rugged and dangerous environment, what good would it do even if this seed managed to sprout?
One day in the future, it might die from lack of water, be broken by mountain wind, or be destroyed by thunderstorms... Even if none of these things happen, there will definitely be pairs of hands that will grab it in the future, and then easily pull it out of the cracks in the rocks, tear it to pieces, and then throw its body into the abyss at will...
Yun Jinxing withdrew his gaze from Yun Mian.
She herself didn't know how much deep and hidden despair and sorrow were hidden in her eyes when she looked at Yunmian just now.
Yunmian was very familiar with this kind of gaze.
This was the look my mother gave me every time she looked at me from the bedside.
Even though the mother in front of her couldn't recognize her original appearance at all, even though the mother in front of her was dirty and smelly, and her hands and feet were tied with chains like an animal, Yunmian still instinctively reached out and hugged her mother.
Just like the countless hugs in the ward, the child gently pressed his warm and soft cheek against his mother's scarred face and said softly, "Don't be sad, Mom... Mianmian will always love you, forever and ever."
Don’t be sad, mom. You are also our precious baby.
"Mom, I will protect you and won't let those bad guys bully you again."
Yunmian kissed her mother's cheek again, and then, at the urging of Uncle System, she picked up the bowl and left reluctantly.
When he was about to close the gap in the door completely, the child looked at the dark figure in the corner, pursed his lips, and shut out all the light that came in outside the door again.
After reinserting the lock on the other door, Yun Mian held the bowl but did not go back immediately.
She first ran to the hillside behind the cowshed and wiped all the cow dung off her feet on the soil and grass. Then she hid the bowl in her clothes, covered her stomach and ran back quickly.
Mianmian: This is what you have to do when doing things secretly to avoid being discovered. I understand this very well!
I overslept today, there will be an update later in the night.
Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher:
Organizational model - Gin 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
30 bottles of Eryi;
20 bottles of Jiuyue, Yangyangduhao, Qiqila, Huaman, and Ajiu;
2 bottles of pineapple rice;
1 bottle of rotten leaves;
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