She finally came back and wanted to live a good life once, so she would be very careful and protect everything in front of her, otherwise she was afraid that it would collapse again and she would not be able to control it.
"Jingjing, this is for you."
Zhou Lanping searched her body for a long time before she found some money. She put the money in front of Liu Liang.
"Tell Mom when you're done spending it."
Zhou Lanping smiled, seemingly not caring about the money at all, but anyone could see how much she needed it. The clothes she was wearing had been washed so much that they turned white, and even the sleeves had been sewn.
Liu Liang lowered her head and stared blankly at the money on the table. For people in the 1990s, the monthly salary was only three or four hundred yuan. Zhou Lanping was a second-grade elementary school teacher. At that time, the salary of elementary school teachers was even lower, only three hundred and twenty yuan.
She took the money and counted it. There were fifty yuan. Fifty yuan was enough for an ordinary family's living expenses for a month.
Liu Jing suddenly thought of something. She picked up her schoolbag from the ground, rummaged through it for a long time, and finally took out a handful of money from a small pocket.
Because her memory was so far away, she had forgotten some things. She remembered that when she returned from the Xu family, her mother gave her most of her salary. How did she spend it at that time? She had forgotten everything. She only remembered that this was probably the most carefree and worry-free life she had ever lived.
She can have whatever she wants. What others have, she must have. What others don't have, she also wants to have. So she spends money lavishly. She has no idea that Zhou Lanping is an ordinary primary school teacher who only earns about 300 yuan a month. How difficult it is for her to support herself and her daughter who spends money lavishly?
She grabbed the money and stuffed it back into her schoolbag.
Then she picked up her schoolbag and walked into her room. Her mother lived in the small house and she lived in the big house. Now she really felt that Zhou Lanping was not raising a daughter at all, but raising an ancestor, and a cannibal at that.
Neither she nor the one before her had ever treated their mother well. It is said that children are enemies from the previous life. She thought that she must have been her mother's biggest enemy in the previous life, otherwise, how could she do such vicious things to her own biological mother, and even let her mother commit suicide in the end, just to let her live a few more days.
She placed her hands on her head. The memories of two lifetimes were mixed up in her mind, making her entire head feel like a bunch of things were forced into it and it was about to burst.
She threw her schoolbag to the ground and threw herself onto the wooden bed. Outside, there was an atmosphere unique to this era. There were no traffic jams everywhere, and no smog that appeared every winter. The air at this time was still fresh, and people at this time were actually very easy to satisfy.
She didn't even cover herself with a blanket. When she closed her eyes, all those memories mixed with her past flowed into her mind like crazy.
This is the deepest, cruelest, most hurtful, and most painful place in her memory.
A young girl, carrying her schoolbag, walked into a magnificent house. Having lived in a small building where several people shared a small house and dozens of people shared a toilet, she knew what heaven was. For her, this place was heaven.
"Although you have no relationship with our family, you were still raised by our family."
The noble lady raised her eyes and glanced at the shabby-dressed girl. "Your mother is really incompetent. In just a few days, she raised you to be such a petty person."
The girl just stood there, and it was awkward to try to please her.
"It's not impossible for you to come back." The woman snorted coldly, and her tone was like almsgiving.
"You can come back if you want. You're still a member of our Xu family, but we can't support you in vain. You have to do everything from cleaning the house to washing clothes and cooking. After all, if it weren't for you and your mother, my Jiajia wouldn't have suffered in vain for twelve years."
The girl grabbed her schoolbag tightly, but finally nodded. In order to return to a place that was not her home, she paid the price of her dignity and also broke her heart.
Then, in this place that looked like a palace, she slept in a remote storage room with no windows and only a tattered wooden bed. She would get up before five o'clock every day and start cleaning the house, buying groceries and cooking. She was always busy. She looked glamorous on the outside, but who was she inside?
Time is like a mirror, broken into pieces, each piece represents her humble days, she smiles at others, raises her chin to her classmates, she is like a parasite, living in this rich family, wasting her youth, her life, she has never even enjoyed life, loved her life, until she fell ill, she is like garbage, thrown out, it was her mother who picked her up, gave her food, gave her drink, gave her clothes, treated her illnesses, and gave her all the money she saved.
Mom said that it was originally given to her, and no matter how bad she was, she was still her treasure.
The woman used her frail shoulders to support a broken home and a daughter who was never obedient and treated her badly.
But no matter what others say, she treats her daughter as a treasure.
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