The pungent smell of burning, the scorching flames and the suffocating smoke... When Xu Mei woke up, her forehead was covered with sweat.
She sat up and saw a light rain outside the window. The house was clean and elegant. The wind chimes under the windowsill tinkled in the breeze. It was exactly the same as her room when she was a child.
Looking sideways, I saw the mirror on the dressing table facing me, and the face in the mirror... This was clearly me when I was thirteen years old!
Wasn't she already trapped in the sea of fire? Could it be that this was the revolving lantern of life that made her return to her own boudoir before her death?
"Xiaomei," just as Xu Mei was in a state of confusion, her much younger mother opened the door, walked to her bedside, and touched her forehead with great concern, "Why are you having a nightmare again?"
Guan Jinghua's hand, with a hint of warmth, stroked her sweaty forehead, creating a stark contrast.
How could a dream be so real?
But none of this mattered anymore. Seeing his mother, Xu Mei's eyes were filled with mist. He put his arms around her neck and said, "Mom."
"What's wrong?" Hearing his daughter's choking voice, Guan Jinghua also hugged her, a little nervously, "Xiaomei, don't be afraid. I'm divorcing your father, and I will definitely take you away."
The voice in her ears was so familiar, but the content revealed in it made Xu Mei stunned.
When did my mother ever have a divorce with my father? As far as I can remember, she was a traditional woman who hadn't received any modern education. She believed that her husband was her destiny and that once she got married, she would stay with him for the rest of her life.
In my dream, she actually said she wanted a divorce... Sure enough, no matter how real a dream is, it is still a dream.
She has seen her mother now. Will she have the chance to see her own Xiaoman later? Thinking of her daughter, Xu Mei's heart aches even more. Xiaoman is so young that she can't even remember what her mother looks like.
"Xiao Mei." Guan Jinghua's voice called out to the uneasy Xu Mei.
Looking at her face that was unable to hide her heartache, Xu Mei asked, "What about my brother?"
Guan Jinghua's eyes flashed with complexity. He touched her face and said seriously, "Don't worry about him. He won't suffer any loss. Xiaomei, just follow your mother."
Xu Mei nodded. She didn't believe that all this was true, but she felt that the scene was too real.
Seeing her like this, Guan Jinghua didn't think too much about it. She felt that her daughter was frightened by their divorce, and that everything would be fine once she left this home.
She had already received some verification of what had happened in her dream a few days ago, and she would never let that happen.
The mother and daughter were so preoccupied with their own thoughts that neither of them noticed that something was wrong with the other, and they quickly went downstairs.
Xu Jueping was sitting on the sofa with a sullen face. As someone who was in control of everything, he had never thought that his wife, who depended on him, would file for divorce one day.
Seeing Guan Jinghua coming downstairs, he said in a cold tone: "Divorce is not a joke. You can go crazy and disregard the reputation of our children, but I can't go crazy with you. I don't agree with this."
"It doesn't matter if you don't like it,"
Facing her husband's powerful aura, Guan Jinghua flinched for a moment, but when she looked at Xu Mei beside her, she found infinite courage again and said, "I will move out with Xiao Mei soon."
boom!
As if the taut string in his head had finally snapped, Xu Jueping instantly stood up, picked up the water cup on the coffee table, and smashed it into pieces.
"Guan Jinghua, are you crazy? Just because I told Xiaomei not to go to the bookstore so often, you want to divorce me?"
"If we really get divorced, do you know how the people in this courtyard will look at me? And how will they look at you?"
The teacup fragments were scattered all over the floor. A small piece of the fragment splashed onto Xu Mei's leg, instantly drawing a few drops of blood.
Feeling the pain coming from her calf, Xu Mei's expression gradually froze.
Even if she was slow to react, she realized something was wrong: she could feel warmth in her dreams, but pain was something that only existed in reality.
Could it be that she had really missed the year she turned thirteen? She pinched her palm, unable to believe that a pie in the sky would really fall.
During this time, Guan Jinghua also noticed the injury on her leg and had a fierce argument with Xu Jueping.
She said with great certainty: "I will move out with Xiaomei tomorrow."
"Xiaomei is the daughter of the Xu family. What gives you the right to take her away?" Xu Jueping panted, his tone full of contempt. "Even if we get divorced, you can only leave on your own."
Guan Jinghua said nothing more.
Xu Jueping thought he had grasped her weakness, and a glint of pride flashed in his eyes. "If you want to leave, just leave on your own, whether it's Xu Qing or..."
"I want to follow my mother." Xu Mei said suddenly.
This one sentence attracted the attention of the two adults.
"You've grown up," Xu Jueping said in a cold tone. After that, he looked at Guan Jinghua again and said, "I won't agree to a divorce, even if you take Xu Mei away."
Guan Jinghua ignored him. She found the medicine box from the coffee table, bandaged Xu Mei's wound, and swept away the debris in the living room.
Then she took Xu Mei to her room and started packing clothes. Even if they didn't divorce, she couldn't let Xu Mei live in such a home.
"Mom," Xu Mei sat next to her, looking at her with complicated eyes, "Why do you suddenly want a divorce?"
She had always thought it was a dream and didn't think too much about it. But the wound on her leg kept aching, telling her that everything was real.
She really missed her childhood, when nothing happened.
I know what will happen next, so I resist my parents. But why does my mother do that? Could it be that she is also reborn?
Looking at her somewhat confused daughter, Guan Jinghua stopped and hugged her in her arms, "I had a very scary dream...Xiaomei, Mommy won't hurt you."
She hugged her daughter tightly and said, "I still have the dowry your grandmother gave me. I won't let you suffer with me."
It turned out that my mother had a dream.
Xu Mei felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Could it really be said that mother and daughter were connected? She had passed away in the fire, and her mother had vaguely dreamed of something and was determined to take her away.
She felt sad, touched, but also deeply grateful.
There is still time for everything. This time, she will not only know, love and stay with that man again, but also accompany her mother well and watch her daughter grow up.
After making up her mind, Xu Mei rolled up her sleeves and helped her mother pack her luggage.
The mother and daughter took their things and went downstairs. When they left the house, Xu Jueping didn't even glance at them.
He just snorted contemptuously. He didn't believe that his wife, who had no social experience for more than ten years, could survive independently with their daughter.
Sooner or later, the day will come when both mother and daughter will regret it.
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