Chapter 211

"She was a very beautiful woman, wearing a white dress with a huge flower on it. She stood there gracefully, like a gorgeous pure white jasmine flower. And when she stood at the door of the house, it was obvious that she was the owner of the house.

I still remember how beautiful the people I saw were.

When I was a child, I was also stunned and stood there motionless, like a puppet that was about to be burned by the sun. The flames seemed to be burning from my heart to my brain.

I was totally devastated and didn't know how to react.

She approached me very gently and told me that her name was Wanwan and that she was the owner of the house. I could always find her whenever I was free or wanted to go out for fun.

I asked Wanwan if I could call her by her name?

Wanwan agreed to my request.

I feel from the bottom of my heart that Wanwan is a good person, a very good person, a unique person in the world, a good person I have never met before.

I began to like Wanwan at that time, but that kind of liking was shallow, as light as goose feathers blown by the wind in a snowstorm. I knew very well that this kind of liking would not last long.

I don't want the bad things in my family to affect Wanwan.

I deliberately wanted to avoid this person. I didn't take that route after school, and I found another direction and took a detour to school when going to school.

But in order to avoid being late by taking a detour, I either have to leave early, not care about being late, or leave school early. But this is obviously impossible because the school will not cooperate with me. Neither will the teacher.

The woman in my family would never do that.

So the woman at home had a new reason to beat me, and she would beat me in front of my sister before dinner every day, scolding me for being ignorant.

I endured this pain and humiliation day after day.

I thought I could bear it.

But one night when I fell asleep, I opened the door and left home, walked outside, wandered around the village, and unexpectedly walked to the door of the newly built white villa.

I woke up all of a sudden, and I thought I was still dreaming, but I saw the door clearly, right in front of me, and I realized that this was not a dream, and I walked here because of sleepwalking.

I knew that the best thing I should do at that time was to go home immediately and make sure I would not be discovered by anyone, especially the woman at home.

But I had finally made it to this door, and I was unwilling to go back like this.

So I convinced myself that I was just dreaming and that I was not really standing at the door of the big white villa, so I walked up and knocked.

There was someone inside, and the one who opened the door was the villa's hostess.

Wanwan was wearing a slim-fitting white dress that showed off her curvy figure. On her shoulders was a small pearly white shawl with hollow tassels. At first glance, the shawl looked like a spider's web.

I looked at Wanwan straight, and my heart sank to the bottom, as if I was hit by a stone. I asked Wanwan, "Can I still play here?"

Wanwan smiled at me, obviously surprised that I ran to her door and knocked in the middle of the night, but Wanwan agreed.

Wanwan took my hand and led me into the house. I made up my mind that I would come here to play whenever I was unhappy in the future. I had to make myself happy and see Wanwan.

Because Wanwan is the best person in the world, she won’t scold me or hit me.

Wanwan asked me to sit down on the sofa in the living room, poured me a cup of hot water, and brought me some snacks and drinks from the refrigerator, telling me not to be polite and just eat something to fill my stomach.

At that time, everyone was very poor. It was already very impressive to have a big villa at home, and it was even more impressive if you had large pieces of furniture.

If someone's friends or relatives bring new snacks or toys from the city, they must show them off so that the whole village will know about it.

It was unheard of for a woman who did not work to live alone in a house.

These things, even the snacks she gave me, were things I had never seen before.

I looked at those things and then looked at Wanwan. I didn’t know what Wanwan was thinking, but I already knew that Wanwan must be a rich person.

And he is a wealthy man who has more money than all the people in the village combined.

I think about how I have to sew my underwear at home even if it gets torn, and I feel extremely inferior if I continue to wear it.

I thought about how I was beaten and scolded every day at home, while Wanwan could live in such a big house by herself, live the life she wanted, and do what she wanted. I was extremely jealous.

Wanwan is so nice to me, but I miss her so much.

I was as despicable as a bug that crawled out from the ground, hiding in the shadow under the sofa. I could only look out with my eyes wide open, but I couldn't even move a little further.

I suddenly started to get scared, afraid that Wanwan would leave me, afraid that Wanwan would treat me like someone I hated, afraid that Wanwan would start hitting me and scolding me.

I started crying.

I was afraid that my tears would dirty Wanwan's house, so I wanted to leave. Wanwan asked me to stay for one night, saying that it would be easy to fall if I walked outside after dark.

I couldn't bear to leave, so I stayed.

I knew it was wrong to do so, but the person who invited me to stay was Wanwan, who was so pretty and rich, who wouldn't like her? I couldn't help but like her.

But what happened that night was still known to others.

So everyone in the village started to exclude Wanwan. It’s not that they didn’t exclude me, but they had always disliked me, so their exclusion was not much different from before.

Some people even stay away from me because they think I have a disease that can be contagious.

I thought I would live a happy life in the village, being with Wanwan every day, but the woman at home dragged me back, beat me up severely, and scolded me for being a bad student and having a mental illness.

That woman locked me up and said she wanted to cure my illness, but I didn't get better. Instead, I got other diseases. She didn't want to cure me, so she didn't take me to the hospital to see a doctor, nor did she give me any medicine.

She told me to go to school, but I fell asleep when I walked to the village entrance from somewhere. It was Wanwan who saved me and sent me to the hospital.

Wanwan waited for me to wake up and told me that if it was any later, I would have developed meningitis and would not be able to be saved.

That was the first time Wanwan saved me, and I was very grateful to her. After all, a person may not encounter the situation of needing a lifesaver so many times in his life.

Wanwan said it was okay. I wanted to thank her, but I had nothing. I finally realized how poor I was and other things besides my poverty that were enough to make me feel inferior to death.

I think I am not worthy of her, which is normal. It was like this from the beginning, but it is still too hard to accept this fact when it is right in front of me.

I couldn't help crying, and Wanwan comforted me.

Wanwan thought I was crying because I was upset or because I was scared, but that was not the case. I was so sad because I realized the reality, but I couldn't tell her.

Otherwise it would be like taking advantage of her kindness, and I can't get over it. I know Wanwan is a good person, but she's too good to me, it's not worth it.

I ran home from the hospital. Wanwan asked me why I didn't stay in the hospital. Wanwan said she could pay for my medical expenses, but I didn't dare to stay any longer. I said I couldn't afford it.

Wanwan said it was okay and she didn't need to pay back the money. I was even more moved. I thought I couldn't hurt Wanwan. I said forget it and it would cause trouble for her. Wanwan said that curing the disease was the most important thing, as was her health.

Wanwan advised me to go back, but I didn't dare. I said I was sorry for causing you trouble, I wanted to go home, and asked you not to look for me anymore, and then I ran away.

When Wanwan heard me say not to look for me anymore, she stood there in a daze.

After I ran away, Wanwan didn't chase me, probably because she was hurt. I know this is a disgusting thing to say, but I can't think of a more tactful way.

I ran home thinking that even if I hurt Wanwan's feelings, it would be a good thing that Wanwan would not have to be tied down by me in the future. However, things were completely different from what I imagined.

People in the village said that I had corrupted Wanwan, and that she was a demon who seduced children and made them bad. I said that was not the case, but no one believed me.

I started to get sick again. The woman said I was guilty and asked me to kneel down in the ancestral hall. My illness became even worse. It was Wanwan who found out what happened and sent me to the hospital to save me.

I was lying on the hospital bed, thinking that I would never be able to repay Wanwan's kindness in my lifetime, but what could I do? I would just keep owing her.

Wanwan seemed to know what I was thinking and told me it was okay. These were just small matters and she would take care of them.

I said I was sad because you took care of me.

Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "When you recover from your illness, I will send you home and will not interfere in your affairs in the future, okay?"

I hope you keep your word and Wanwan won't get close to me again.

My attitude also returned to that of a stranger, and I felt very uncomfortable. I thought we were already friends, or at least friends.

But now, every word, every expression, and every look of Wanwan is telling me that I am just a stranger, or even a burden to her.

I was even sadder, but it was of no use. Wanwan had a lot of money, the hospital was very good, the doctors did their job well, the medicine worked, and no matter how sad I was, I got better.

After I recovered, Wanwan didn't even send me home herself. Instead, she found a rickshaw on the roadside and asked the rickshaw driver to take me back, while she hailed another one and sat in the back.

I once imagined that I could see Wanwan behind me in the shadow of the shop window, sitting in a car, elegant and noble, with natural beauty, swaying like a local water village beauty.

A breeze blew over, and I vaguely thought I smelled her fragrance, like jasmine, gardenia, and white roses.

I couldn't imagine what kind of scent Wanwan would smell like, but I knew she was breathtakingly beautiful. I dared not think about it or look at her again.

Wanwan kept her promise. After sending me home, she didn't look at me or talk to me again.

No matter how I was scolded or beaten in the ancestral hall or at home, or how I was dragged from the entrance to the end of the village.