Chapter 129 My life cannot tolerate any mistakes
"Mother!"
The little girl with pigtails was just a little taller than the sink, and had to stand on a small stool to reach the pool full of clothes to soak.
Her rolled-up sleeves had been soaked by the washing, and her lapels were also wet, sticking to her body with a cold dampness. But she washed very seriously, her eyes sparkling, and she rubbed her two little hands vigorously in the cold water, as if that was the most important thing in the world.
When she heard the door open in the hallway, she didn't even turn her head and continued to work, but she called out "Mom" very loudly.
—Mom would be so happy to see me working! On TV, when the bunny's mom saw her doing chores, she gave her a big hug and praised her for being a good, sensible kid.
——After a while, my mother came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I said I was helping her wash clothes. Will my mother hug me and kiss me?
The little girl guessed sweetly.
At the door, the woman saw the small figure in front of the sink and screamed, "You're playing with water again!"
——Mom misunderstood!
The little girl shuddered out of habit at her mother's scolding, and forgot about the little rabbit.
"Do you know that the water price has increased again? I work so hard to support you, but you only know how to waste money and cause trouble for me!" The woman put down her bag and changed her shoes angrily.
"Mother……"
The little girl hurriedly stopped and turned around, explaining anxiously: "No, no, I'm not playing in the water, I..."
Before she could finish her words, the bench she was standing on was shifted by her sudden turning movement. It swayed twice and finally couldn't hold on and fell over.
The little girl fell hard to the ground. The wet ground was very slippery and she was hurt.
Her elbow banged against the floor, and half her body felt numb. She broke out in a cold sweat. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought hard to hold them back. She looked at her mother expectantly and explained carefully.
"I'm helping mom wash clothes, not playing with water. Mom, I can help you with the work..."
"You're such a jerk! Look at the water all over the floor! Look at the water on yourself! You made your clothes wet and I have to wash them. You're just making a mess all day long!"
The woman didn't listen to any explanation. She walked up to the girl, pulled her up from the ground, and carried her to the wall to make her stand there as punishment. Then she cleaned the bathroom with her swift hands and feet, scrubbing the clothes with a loud swishing sound, and hung the washed clothes in the pool out to dry.
"Why don't you change your wet clothes? What are you doing standing there? Wait for me to change them for you."
The woman poked the little girl's forehead with her fingers, which were cold from washing in cold water.
The bright light in the little girl's eyes had long since gone out, and her hope was gone. She lowered her head and held back tears as she hurried back to her room to change her clothes.
"Mom, I'll wash it myself..."
“Give it to me quickly!”
The woman snatched the wet clothes from her arms and put them in the pool to wash.
The little girl stood there blankly, feeling aggrieved and crying.
"Why are you crying? Do you think you can justify doing bad things? Reflect on your actions!"
The woman carried the washed clothes to hang out to dry, and then busied herself with cooking, washing dishes, cleaning the room, and doing odd jobs as a piece-rate handicraft side job until midnight.
The little girl was lying in bed, not awake yet. She blinked her eyes in the darkness, sniffed quietly from time to time, and wiped away her tears.
The woman walked into the house in the dark, lay down beside her daughter, endured the aches and pains from fatigue all over her body, and hugged the little girl's small body.
"It's wrong for Mom to lose her temper with you today, but it's because you did something wrong. Mom apologizes, but you have to promise not to act up again in the future."
"Mom, actually I didn't..."
"Don't talk back."
The woman interrupted the little girl's courageous attempt to explain herself again, speaking sternly, "You have to remember, we're different from others. Other families have responsible fathers, but you don't. That bastard abandoned us and left us in debt, forcing us to rent a dilapidated, old building. We're living in poverty, unable to afford a water heater. In winter, we wash our faces and clothes with cold water. Mom works three jobs, but you can't afford a good kindergarten because of him!"
"But God made us encounter bad people. We have no choice. Mom can only choose to work hard and never complain. You also have to be more sensible!"
"Listen, even though you're little, you can't make any mistakes. Our lives are hard enough as it is, we can't afford to make any mistakes, okay?"
The little girl was held in her mother's arms, listening silently. After a while, she nodded with tears in her eyes.
"Mom, I understand."
The woman sighed deeply. "Don't blame me for being harsh on you, child. This world is always harsh on good people like us. Be good, I love you."
"...Mom, I love you too. I love you the most."
The woman burst into tears, "Mom beats you and scolds you, but you still love her the most, right?"
"Um!"
"Good baby, you are really mommy's good baby."
"Mother……"
The little girl was very sad.
I have already received hugs and praise from my mother, so why do I still want to cry?
I am filled with sadness, but I don't know where it comes from.
The only thing I can do is hug my mother tightly, curl up my little body in her arms, and absorb a little bit of warmth.
"So warm, so warm..."
"Mom's arms are the warmest..."
Mom hugged me, I like it so much...
but……
The girl was a little dazed.
After being stunned for a moment, I finally remembered that I had grown up and was no longer the little girl who had to stand on a stool to reach the sink.
But, when I was a child, my mother’s arms were so warm…
Even if this is just a dream, I want to keep dreaming about it.
I have always been the little girl in my dreams who was hugged and who could feel a little comfort even when she was very sad.
"Mom, I don't want to grow up. Being a child is hard, but growing up is even harder...
I live a clean life and work as hard as my mother, but it has always been difficult and unhappy...
Many people bullied me and I suffered badly, but those who bullied me lived a good life.
I am very poor and have no money to buy good food or clothes, so I can only eat here and there..."
The girl suddenly woke up from her dream—she was eating for free!
Qiao Lan's dinner party killed her boyfriend!
After her mother died of exhaustion, she was the only person who gave her some warmth!
Killed by Qiao Lan!
Storms, mutations, villains...
The girl is completely awake.
She remembered everything!
Qiao Lan killed her boyfriend and knocked her unconscious. The hotel staff irresponsibly kicked her out when the storm subsided...
After the disaster, she wandered around looking for food, fought with survivors, was bullied and beaten, and lived like a wild dog.
Until I joined that gang, everything was fine at first, but soon I became the enslaved bottom!
When she finally managed to escape after awakening her special powers, she met Qiao Lan and her gang and was bullied again...
"Why does fate always go against me, why do people always try to harm me?
My life does not allow for any mistakes, so I have never done anything wrong. I live so hard!
But I finally couldn't survive...
I keep running into these scumbags one after another and I really can't live anymore.
Mother……
Are you in heaven, will you come pick me up..."
The girl was thinking clearly and vaguely, and as she thought, she felt a sense of relief.
Finally, I don’t have to work so hard anymore, and I don’t have to worry about making mistakes all the time.
Suddenly, in a daze, she saw her mother who had passed away long ago.
"mom……"
She called out affectionately, waiting for her mother's hug.
"You disappoint me so much!"
What she received in response was an extremely harsh reprimand.
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