Chapter 95 Aunt Lou, I know I didn't steal anything, Yueyue didn't…
Wen Yue was adopted when she was a child, but was later abandoned.
Wen Yue was five years old when she was adopted.
Many of her memories from when she was five years old are blurry, but Wen Yue still clearly remembers that on her birthday, her mother, Lou, asked her to make a wish.
She said she hoped to see her mother.
She came to the orphanage when she was three years old. She didn't actually remember anything before she came to the orphanage, but she knew that she only had a father and no mother.
She always saw people saying how good mothers are in books, cartoons, and on TV. She knew that all the children outside had mothers, and that the children on TV who didn't have mothers later found them.
She had never met her mother. She wanted to know what her mother looked like and what it felt like to have a mother. She once grabbed Lou Lan and asked if she could call her "Mom." Not long after, Lou Lan went from being her older sister to being "Mom Lou." She was very happy, but "Mom Lou" was everyone's "Mom Lou." Wen Yue still wanted a mother who belonged only to her.
Later, her wish came true. One afternoon not long after her birthday, a woman wearing a light pink floral dress came to the orphanage, asked her to call her "Mom," and took her home.
When she first came home, she bought Wen Yue a dress, pink little leather shoes, colorful rubber bands and hair clips, and took her to the amusement park to ride the carousel. Wen Yue thought that she finally had a mother, and that none of the other children in the orphanage had a home or love that belonged to her alone.
However, a year later, her adoptive mother gave birth to her younger brother, and she suddenly withdrew her love for Wen Yue. She would say "If you don't behave, I'll send you back to the orphanage" every day, even though Wen Yue had never disobeyed her.
She stopped buying Wen Yue anything and even threw away Wen Yue's toys to make room for her younger brother's things.
My younger brother was sickly from birth and cried a lot. His adoptive mother treated him like a precious treasure, holding him in her arms every day and not wanting to let go. She had to constantly order Wenyue around, "Go get water for your brother," "Make formula for your brother," "Wash your brother's clothes," "Get your brother's toys," "Dad's almost home from get off work, why isn't he cooking yet?"
Her adoptive mother no longer liked Wen Yue, but she couldn't live without her.
Once, Wen Yue's adoptive mother took her younger brother and Wen Yue to her best friend's house. When they arrived, Wen Yue saw a dirty plush penguin lying next to the community's trash can. Plush toys have a natural attraction for children, and since Wen Yue's adoptive mother had thrown away all her toys, she really wanted this little penguin.
Wen Yue asked her adoptive mother, "Mom, can I take that little penguin home?"
The foster mother, carrying her younger brother, walked ahead, glanced at him, and said sternly, "If you dare to bring those filthy things home and make my brother sick, I'll skin you alive!"
Wen Yue glanced at the little penguin a few times, then could only leave with her foster mother with regret.
When they arrived at her adoptive mother's best friend's house, her adoptive mother's best friend's daughter had many plush toys, but she wouldn't let Wen Yue touch them. This made Wen Yue want the little penguin even more. She thought that if she took the little penguin home, it would be all hers, and she wouldn't be envious even if others had many toys.
That day, her younger brother was being particularly disruptive. Her adoptive mother couldn't stand staying at her best friend's house for long. She cursed and swore as she carried her brother home. For the first time, Wen Yue felt that her brother's outburst wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Wen Yue followed behind her adoptive mother, who was cursing and holding her younger brother. As she passed the trash can, she looked over with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The little penguin was still there! Wen Yue looked at the little penguin with excitement.
"Why are you dawdling like that? Hurry up!" The younger brother cried loudly, and the foster mother was very impatient.
Wen Yue glanced guiltily at her adoptive mother, "Mom, I need to go throw out the trash."
She originally wanted to sneak over and pick it up when her foster mother wasn't looking, but she was carrying a lot of her younger brother's things in both hands, so she couldn't run and couldn't let go of them.
The foster mother said impatiently, "You ask me to take out the trash? Why don't you ask me about meals?"
Wen Yue thought to herself, feeling unconvinced: I asked you every time we ate.
After asking her adoptive mother, Wen Yue put the bags she was carrying on the ground and took out the diaper her younger brother had just changed from one of the bags. "Aunt Li doesn't allow me to throw it away at her house, so I brought it back."
Wen Yue was telling the truth. Her adoptive mother didn't scold her, but instead snorted and said, "She used to wash diapers with cloth when she gave birth to her own daughter, but now she's complaining about my son!"
She placed the diaper next to the little penguin, then quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into her clothes in one smooth motion. Wen Yue patted the little penguin inside her clothes and said, "You're mine now."
Wen Yue is wearing a jacket today that has a small elastic band around the bottom. She bought this jacket last year when she had just been brought from the orphanage and was still quite thin and small. Later, she grew a lot and the jacket became too small. When the jacket is zipped up, the bottom is locked very tightly, which is perfect for hiding the little penguin. She is not afraid of it falling off no matter how she walks.
Wen Yue was filled with joy at finding the little penguin. When she got home, she said she was going to wash her younger brother's clothes and also give the little penguin a bath.
The little penguin was so dirty that even after Wen Yue scrubbed its belly several times, there were still many stains that couldn't be washed off.
"Luckily, most of you are black." Wen Yue held the little penguin far away. "You look very clean from a distance."
Wen Yue didn't dare leave the little penguin on the balcony, afraid her foster mother would scold her if she saw it. She found a very secluded place for it. However, because it didn't get any sun, some mold spots later appeared on the little penguin's white belly. But this didn't affect Wen Yue's love for it.
Wen Yue absolutely adored the little penguin. Whenever she had free time, she would run over to pet it. Sometimes, when her adoptive mother scolded her and she felt like crying, she would cover her eyes with the little penguin. The little penguin would quickly absorb her tears, leaving no trace on her face. When her adoptive mother saw traces of crying on her face, she would scold her for being ungrateful and ungrateful.
The foster mother would complain about her best friend every day, but then, because she was bored taking care of the child alone at home, she would affectionately pester her best friend to come over to play, as if she would lose all her great anticipation and joy if her best friend came even a day later.
After her adoptive mother pestered her for a long time, she finally brought her daughter to her home to play.
As soon as her adoptive mother's best friend's daughter arrived home, she started rummaging around everywhere. Then she found Wenyue's little penguin and excitedly showed it to her mother: "Mom, my little penguin!"
Wen Yue didn't immediately deny her words. It wasn't until she was about to take the little penguin home that Wen Yue mustered up the courage to say, "The little penguin is mine. You can't take it away."
The adoptive mother's best friend's daughter declared confidently, "This is my little penguin, and I want to take it home."
Wen Yue was afraid that she would really leave Little Penguin, so she anxiously tried to pull her back.
When Wen Yue tried to grab something from her daughter's hand, her adoptive mother's best friend pushed her away. She was quite strong and pushed Wen Yue to the ground. Pointing at Wen Yue, she cursed, "What kind of thing are you, daring to steal my daughter's toy!"
The foster mother heard the cursing and looked over.
Wen Yue looked at her adoptive mother and said, "Mom, the little penguin is mine."
Before the adoptive mother could speak, her best friend said, "This penguin was brought back from Hong Kong by my daughter's great-aunt. It's a limited edition, and each one has a unique number. You say it's yours, but where did you buy it from, and what is your number?"
"I don't know what number it is. I found the little penguin in the trash can. I found it in the trash can downstairs from your house when I went to play last time." Wen Yue looked at her adoptive mother with pleading eyes, hoping she could help her prove that she had seen it at the time.
The adoptive mother's best friend also looked at the adoptive mother and said, "Oh! No wonder our toys disappeared after you brought her to my house last time. It turns out she was stolen."
Wen Yue said anxiously, "I didn't steal it!"
The adoptive mother's best friend ignored her and continued, "I told you before, you can't keep children from orphanages. Children abandoned in orphanages can't be raised well; they have bad genes in them and can't be taught. You didn't believe me, but now you see? She's so young and already stealing, and she denies it and tries to justify herself. I know it's her nature and I won't hold it against you, but others might be different. If you keep raising her, you'll suffer later. Think about your son, even if you don't think about yourself." After saying that, she grabbed her daughter and stormed off.
The foster mother watched them leave, her face ashen. She was about to say something when her son, who had just fallen asleep, burst into tears again. She said irritably, "Get up now! You're embarrassing us!"
Wen Yue got up from the ground and explained, "Mom, I really found the little penguin. I didn't steal it."
The foster mother rolled her eyes at her and went to coax her own son.
As soon as her adoptive mother's best friend and her daughter stepped out of the building, she said, "You don't care about all the toys at home, but you treasure the ones that have been thrown away!"
The next day, Wen Yue was sent back to the orphanage by her adoptive mother on the grounds that she was dishonest.
Back at the orphanage, Wen Yue said to Lou Lan, "Aunt Lou, I didn't steal anything."
Lou's mother said, "I know, Yueyue didn't steal anything."
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Cold sweat poured down her forehead, layer upon layer, until many small beads of sweat merged into a large bead and slid down her forehead. One bead rolled directly into Wen Yue's eye. Wen Yue wiped her eyes, and her vision cleared up considerably. She pressed one hand against her aching stomach, adjusted her breathing, and used the other hand to support herself on the tree trunk as she slowly stood up. Then she slowly walked towards the plush toy.
As she got closer, she realized that it was actually a little lamb.
Wen Yue stood next to the little lamb, took a long time to catch her breath, then supported herself on her knee with one hand, bent down with difficulty, and reached out with the other hand to pick up the little lamb lying on its back in the pile of garbage.
The little sheep isn't very big; it's probably a slightly larger ornament. It's pure white, but because it was in a garbage dump, it has several stains on it.
Wen Yue stroked the little sheep's dirty face. It wasn't oil stains from use, but dust that had gotten on it after falling on the ground. "It should be washable."
Wen Yue held the little lamb in her hand, stuffed her hand and the lamb into her pocket, and pressed it against her stomach. The fluffy little lamb was actually warm against her stomach, and Wen Yue felt that she finally had some strength. She walked step by step towards the rented house with a slightly hunched back.
The self-built houses in the urban village do not have elevators, so the higher the floor, the cheaper the rent. Wen Yue lives on the top floor.
When she arrived at the building where she rented a room, Wen Yue took out her electronic access card from her pocket, swiped it to open the door, and then walked step by step up to the ninth floor while holding onto the railing.
With her phone in her pants pocket, Wen Yue couldn't tell the time. She had no idea how long she had been delayed on the road that day. When she got home, she looked out the window and saw that it was already getting light.
Wen Yue didn't have the strength to wash up anymore. She didn't even have the strength to take off her coat. She lay down on the bed fully clothed and pulled the blanket over her head to cover herself.
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