Chapter 92: People’s despair often lasts only a moment

Because she couldn’t stand for long, she found a rough bowl and put the little pot rice into it. Then she took a pair of chopsticks and slowly moved to the living room with the bowl. She picked up the thermos and wanted to pour some boiling water into it to soak the rice. When

she picked up the kettle, she found it was very light. Her heart "clicked" and she pulled out the cork. Sure enough, she found that there was no water in it.

Despair often lasts only a moment!

At this moment, all the grievances surged into her heart, and tears as big as beans fell down. For the first time, she felt that life was so tiring. She thought to herself that it might be better if she died on the operating table that day.

"Mom..." Yingying saw that her mother had not come back yet, so she got out of bed and walked out. Seeing that her mother was crying again, she raised her little hand and stood on tiptoe to wipe her tears:

"Mom, don't cry."

Yao Hongmei raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face. After crying, life had to go on. Her daughter was still hungry.

She smiled at her daughter and said softly:

"Mom, don't cry. You stand here and don't move. Mom will go to boil some water."

The little girl stood obediently, watching her mother slowly walk outside, bring in an aluminum kettle, scoop half a bucket of water into it, and then carry the kettle, walk out of the kitchen in small steps and put it on the stove outside.

It was too difficult for her to squat down. She tried several times, and the pain made her forehead sweat. But she still failed. She could only ask her daughter to help:

"Yingying, come here."

The little girl went out and looked at Yao Hongmei with watery eyes.

"Help mom open this lid, okay?" Yao Hongmei pointed to the lid under the stove and said to her daughter.

Yingying quickly understood, squatted down, and tried to open the lid with her hands, but she was too weak and the lid was too tight. No matter how hard she pulled, she couldn't pull it off.

Yao Hongmei watched her daughter sticking out her butt and trying to pull the lid off. She was adorable and sad. She wanted to tell her to stop, but the little girl used all her strength to pull the lid off. Not only did she fail to pull it off, but because of inertia, her body suddenly hit the stove.

The stove was made of iron and was very hot on the outside. Seeing that her daughter was about to be burned, Yao Hongmei grabbed her and pulled her back. Fortunately, the child was not burned, but the stove and the pot rolled down directly.

As soon as she exerted force, the wound was broken open, and Yao Hongmei was in so much pain that a layer of fine sweat oozed out of her head.

Yingying beside her was also frightened and burst into tears. Yao Hongmei endured the pain, picked up her daughter and said,

"It's okay, it's okay." She tried to comfort her.

The little girl was just frightened and soon stopped crying. She looked at Yao Hongmei with tears in her eyes.

Yao Hongmei ignored the pot and coal stove that fell on the ground and walked into the house holding Yingying's hand.

She was very hungry and the rice with the pot crust was hard for a child to chew, so she went to the kitchen, scooped out some cold water, and poured it into a bowl, trying to soften the hard rice.

The mother and daughter returned to the room with the bowl. The rice would take a while to soak. Because the wound was too painful, Yao Hongmei lay back on the bed. Yingying took a small stool and sat beside her bed. She didn't cry out for hunger or talk. She just accompanied her mother quietly.

After a long time, she thought the rice should be softened. Yao Hongmei sat up. The wound was throbbing with pain. She undressed and found that the gauze had bled a lot. She saw her daughter curiously sticking her head out to look. She was afraid that she would fall, so she immediately pulled up her clothes and covered her.

Then she took the bowl on the table and was about to feed Yingying the soaked cold rice. At this time, the sound of a bicycle suddenly rang outside the door. She put down the bowl in her hand, stuck her head out, and looked out the door expectantly.

After a while, she saw He Shanshan walk in, and the expectation on her face visibly turned into disappointment.

Yao Hongmei raised her hand and picked up the bowl beside her. She looked at the rice in the bowl that was swollen by the cold water, and then looked at her daughter beside her. She knew that her daughter would have diarrhea if she ate this rice. She prepared herself for a long time in her heart, and finally called out to He Shanshan outside:

"Shanshan, Shanshan..."

He Shanshan was combing her hair that was messed up by the wind with a small comb. She heard Yao Hongmei's call from the room and knew that she was back. She walked to the door of her room reluctantly, but did not go in. She asked with a cold face:

"What are you doing? You're screaming like a ghost."

Her mother said that a woman who had just had an abortion would not be clean, and asked her to have less contact with Yao Hongmei for the past few days. That's why she was reluctant to enter her room.

Upon seeing her, Yingying suddenly stood up from the small stool reflexively, without taking off her shoes, and quickly climbed onto the bed and hid behind Yao Hongmei.

Yao Hongmei suppressed all her emotions and said to He Shanshan in a very humble tone:

"Shanshan, can you help cook some food? Yingying and I haven't eaten for a day, and we are really hungry."

She was pale and looked very weak, and she almost begged He Shanshan to have pity on her and give them some alms.

He Shanshan frowned in disgust, looked up at the bowl beside her, and said impatiently:

"Isn't there rice in the bowl? You eat it first. Who cooks dinner so early?"

"It's soaked in cold water. Children will have diarrhea if they eat it." Yao Hongmei explained, still holding a glimmer of hope for He Shanshan.

He Shanshan glanced at her, and seemed even more impatient. She said:

"Why don't you warm it in your mouth and swallow it?" Then she complained:

"Why do you treat a girl so delicately?" After that, she ignored the two of them and turned away.

Yao Hongmei looked at her back, anger and despair filling her heart. She couldn't help but shouting,

"He Shanshan, are you still a human being? How can you be so hard-hearted?"

"Who are you calling a human being?" He Shanshan turned around angrily and stared at Yao Hongmei,

"What does your hunger have to do with me? If you want to eat, get up and cook it yourself!"

Yao Hongmei was about to speak, but suddenly she seemed to understand something. She looked at He Shanshan with resentful eyes and asked,

"Is it because I can't have children that you and your family want to use this method to force us mother and daughter to death so that you can make room for other women?"

"You still know that you can't have children?" He Shanshan said with a sneer on her face,

"A hen that can't lay eggs is still clucking like this. Don't you know how annoying you are?" After saying that, she stopped looking at Yao Hongmei, turned around and went back to her room, closing the door with a "bang".