"Coco, we've finally made it through."
“This time we met some kind people. From now on, Mom will work very hard. I am a college student, how could I not even do a good job as a nanny?”
"Mom will work hard to earn money, and when we have money, we'll take you to the hospital to get treatment."
At the end of 1969, she was forced to bring her four-year-old daughter to the Northwest.
More than five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Her daughter is not tall, only about 1.2 meters, because she is sick and malnourished.
She looks about two years younger than other children her age.
Su Mei felt sorry for her daughter, but no matter how frugal she was, she ate the same things, just a little more or less.
They were all just wild vegetable buns with little nutritional value.
Before, in the city, her daughter wore little leather shoes, a white dress, and had her hair tied in a pretty little ponytail.
Overnight, he transformed into a short-haired, dark-faced, ragged little mute, a little fool.
No one loves her daughter more than Su Mei.
"Coco, you're safe now. Don't be afraid. No matter what, Mommy will protect you."
Su Mei looked at the chicken cake that Wen Qiao had given to the mother and daughter.
She wiped away her tears, picked up the eggshell, and brought it to her daughter's mouth.
"Take a bite, this is the sponge cake that the pretty lady gave me."
Wen Qiao was too young, so Su Mei instinctively told her daughter to call her "older sister".
Coco smelled the delicious aroma of the steamed egg cake, took a bite, and immediately started eating it in big gulps.
His eyes, however, remained vacant.
Even when she eats, she's like a machine.
Like a soulless puppet doll.
Both sponge cakes were given to her daughter; Su Mei only ate the leftover crumbs.
Even so, she was happy.
Su Mei went out to pour some hot water for her daughter, and then started doing her chores.
She has always been a thoughtful person.
When she and her husband lived in Shanghai, he always liked to say, "Rose, with you at home, I have nothing to worry about."
The man who always liked to call her Rose.
I wonder how things are going?
She and her daughter were almost driven to the brink of starvation simply because they were daughters of capitalists.
How could her husband, such a strong-willed and competitive person, stand it?
Su Mei composed herself and began to work seriously.
Wen Qiao only took a short nap.
When he woke up, he found that Su Mei had cleaned the house spotless.
Pushing open the door, Wen Qiao walked to the entrance and saw that the yard had also been swept clean by Su Mei.
The withered leaves were still damp, piled up at the base of the courtyard wall.
Su Mei saw Wen Qiao and came out of the kitchen with a radish in her hand.
"Let me see what ingredients are in the kitchen so I can start cooking later."
Wen Qiao asked softly, "Why don't you take a rest? There's no rush to finish everything."
Where is your daughter?
“Coco ate the sponge cake inside the house, and I let her play by herself inside.”
Wen Qiao said, "She really is quite quiet. I took a nap just now and didn't hear a sound."
Su Mei hummed in agreement.
“She stopped talking five years ago, and she still doesn’t. No matter what you say, she just doesn’t say a word. She’s like a wooden doll without any emotions.”
Sensing Su Mei's sadness, Wen Qiao decided not to ask any further questions.
"I'll take her to the hospital for a check-up later."
Su Mei didn't respond to that.
Coincidentally, the sound of arguing came clearly from the Wang family across the street.
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