Chapter 247
The curtains were drawn and it was raining outside. Although it was daytime, listening to the sound of the rain in this closed little house helped me sleep better than at night.
Wang Jiazhi woke up to find a hot water bottle under her quilt, warm enough for her. Her hands and feet were cold even in the summer, so she needed a hot water bottle. The child was still asleep, and the kitten, curled up into a spotted ball of fur, was sound asleep at her feet.
Because it was raining, it was quiet outside and there was not much sound of people.
She was too lazy to get up, and even though she couldn't fall asleep, she lazily nestled in the quilt. Because she had slept for too long, she couldn't fall asleep even if she stayed like this. In the past, if he was by her side, she would have been able to sleep in his arms at such times.
But that was only possible after they had a place to stay. Before they moved into the apartment, there was no way around it. She fell asleep in his arms, and he didn't dare sleep next to her. If he had the time, he would just wait for her to wake up before leaving. But sometimes, he had to leave, so he would wait until she fell asleep and then quietly leave. When she woke up, she was alone, feeling that terrible loneliness at the beginning of chaos.
She remembered one time when she was being tortured by slow slicing, and the shameful experience was so painful that she wanted to die. She had done it so many times that they were about to die, but she still wanted him to come again.
He held her in his arms and said to her: "It's okay, it's okay..."
It took her a long time to calm down and she cried in his arms.
It was already late at night. She drifted off to sleep, then woke up again, then fell asleep again, and woke up again. The room was lit only by a bedside lamp, which filled the room with a deep, warm yellow light, which was more conducive to sleep than the pitch darkness without the lights on. However, the sorrow and pain she felt prevented her from falling asleep in his arms for the first time.
Luckily, every time she woke up, he was still by her side. She was terrified of waking up and him being gone, leaving her alone again. Of course, this was a common occurrence, but that time was different.
When she woke up for the last time, it was already daylight outside, and she knew he was leaving.
In the past, she would never make a fuss with him and would let him go if he wanted to, but this time he realized that he couldn't leave her alone anymore.
She just held him and sobbed softly.
When it was time to leave, he got up and packed everything. She put her arms around his legs, resting her head on them, and just hummed and moaned.
She knew she shouldn't be like this. She'd always been sensible and never clinged to him, causing her work to get in the way. This was a first. But this time, she was being willful and wanting to act out. She knew she shouldn't be arguing with anyone, especially him. The pain was inflicted on her by them, but she just had to be.
He didn't even sigh, just stayed with her quietly for a while, then silently took a towel and wiped her face, then dressed her like a child and combed her hair. He saw her sitting on the bed with her head down, then picked her up and went downstairs.
When she got downstairs, she finally regained her composure and struggled to come down.
He didn't say anything, but his expression was a little malicious, meaning that he would just carry her out of the door and see what she could do.
She was so scared that she struggled to get down, and with a red face, she went out and got into the car first.
He didn't say anything on the way, but he kept holding her hand, which made her feel much calmer.
When she looked in the mirror, she was surprised to find that her hair was combed so well. Later, she learned that his mother made money by combing people's hair when she was young, so he probably knew a little bit about it.
That was the time she acted most willful and naughty, but he was not angry at all.
In fact, this was the first time in her life that she dared to act willfully and mischievously.
She has always been the most obedient and sensible child since she was young. Although her father was not good to her, her mother doted on her. However, she never became arrogant because of her doting. This may be because she was born with a strong and motivated mentality.
Young children don't have to dream of distant dreams like achieving success and bringing honor to their family. In their minds, staying out of trouble, avoiding anger, and avoiding angering their parents are considered accomplishments. Therefore, she never acted willfully. Unlike other children who clamored for things and wouldn't leave unless their parents gave them what they wanted, or fought with their siblings for affection, she never exhibited any of these traits. No matter how partial her father was, she never expressed discontent.
After going to school, she studied hard and never quarreled with her classmates. Even if people bullied her, she would endure it and never cause trouble for her parents and teachers.
But at that time she was just determined to make progress. It was after her mother passed away that she developed an extremely confident and strong-willed character, but also a submissive one, due to her father's disdain and cold-bloodedness, and her brother's ridicule.
Who can she be willful with? It's impossible with outsiders, and don't even think about the two men who are her blood relatives.
Although Old Wu and the others always looked indignant when they scolded him, she could see that they were all afraid of him. If they really met face to face, they would probably not dare to breathe.
Every time this happened, she felt a little confused. How could he be so scary? Of course, she knew that the face she saw was not the same as theirs. But even after she died at his hands, she was still not afraid of him at all.
At this time, the child woke up and stirred a few times. She opened the curtains a little and saw raindrops falling on the leaves of the sycamore tree by the window, which was blooming with clusters of pale yellow flowers.
"What is your father doing?" she thought to herself.
Old Yi woke up and heard the sound of rain outside. He walked to the window and saw raindrops dripping on the leaves of the sycamore tree outside. It was the sycamore's flowering season, and the tree was covered with clusters of pale yellow flowers.
He wrote on the paper: Rain falls on the leaves of the parasol tree at midnight, and the sound of each leaf is a farewell.
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