Chapter 213

“They didn’t believe me, but looked at the woman next to me, the bitch, with sympathy.

They all thought I was crazy and that the person next to me was my poor, helpless old mother.

I would rather she turned into an old hen right now so that I could stab her to death with a knife, and her blood might even cover the entire ground. In this way, no one would look at me like this anymore, and no one would use such things to control me anymore.

But I don't have a knife in my hand.

Those people didn't believe me.

If they just didn't believe it, that would be fine, but they jumped up and controlled me, like a helpful and enthusiastic citizen, and wanted to tie me up like a pig.

They almost stripped me of my clothes and shoes.

I felt like an animal being sent to a slaughterhouse. They didn't treat me as a human being at all. Maybe they thought they were doing a good thing, but I didn't think so.

They just treat the jerk next to me as a human being. So what can I do?

They even gagged and blindfolded me, and they tried to put me in a sack to stop me from struggling on the road.

I banged my head against anything around me, tables, chairs, stools, glass or people. I didn't know what I hit, but the noise inside and outside was terrible.

My head was bleeding, my brain was buzzing, and it felt like I was going to explode like a ripe watermelon. I was sad and I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't vomit in the sack.

I finally fell into a coma, but I was still a little conscious. I heard the noise around me gradually change from noisy to quiet, and I struggled violently and stood up.

The mouth of the sack was opened.

I was dragged out by that bitch and she took off my ropes, blindfold, and gag.

The bitch dragged me outside. There were so many people outside that I couldn't tell who was who. I staggered as I walked outside. The sky was black and the ground was blue.

When we were almost at the security checkpoint, I kicked the jerk in the waist and ran away.

The jerk shouted from behind, "Hurry up, there are traffickers here, help us."

I ran around in the crowd like a rat in a cage.

I thought there was no hope of escape.

Suddenly I saw a very familiar figure, and that person turned around and waved at me. It was Wanwan. I thought I was dreaming, but I rushed over without hesitation, because this was a living person.

Wanwan immediately grabbed my hand and took me away.

I ran like crazy, hoping I would never see that jerk again.

After getting in the car, I asked Wanwan, "Why are you here? Aren't you at home?"

Wanwan said that she didn't wait for me at home and felt something was wrong, so she went out to look for me, and saw me being dragged and tricked into getting on the train.

He wanted to rescue me immediately, but for fear of being misunderstood, he hid in the nearby carriage and waited until I got off the train.

She said she saw everything about me being put into the sack and she almost rushed out. Fortunately, she could still see me here and take me back.

I asked Wanwan, do we have to go back to that small village?

Wanwan shook her head and said we could go somewhere else. She said she had a father in the southwest and we could go find him.

Wanwan's father is very rich, because the living expenses are transferred to her by her father every month.

Everyone can see how well Wanwan lives in our village, and I believe it.

When we were about to get off the bus halfway, Wanwan got off the bus for me to buy food for fear of being caught up by others. But suddenly she put her arm around my shoulder and asked me to walk back.

I don't know what's going on.

Wanwan said, now that we have confirmed our relationship, I suddenly want to travel all over the world, to mountains and seas, to streams and dense forests, you wouldn't be unwilling, right?

How could I not be willing? That's Wanwan.

I agreed immediately, and Wanwan was very happy, but there was still some sadness on her face at that time. I didn't know why at first, but later I knew it, but by then it was too late.

Wanwan and I traveled to many places.

Every time I go to a place, I think about how happy life would be without that bitch. Being able to live with Wanwan forever is the blessing of my eight lifetimes.

But happy days always come to an end.

One day, I followed Wanwan off the bus and I looked up suddenly and saw a newspaper on the street. My name and photo were on the newspaper, and there was a big piece of words written under the photo.

The words were colorful and gave me a headache, but I realized what they were saying. I felt an outrage.

It's that bitch again, that bitch is here to ruin my life again.

That bastard actually used my photo and my name in a newspaper and paid money to have everyone who could see the newspaper find me. That bastard portrayed himself as pathetic and pathetic in the newspaper.

At that time, I wanted to start a big fire to burn all the people holding newspapers, burn all the places where newspapers were placed, and burn all the newspapers.

But thinking about it is of no use at all.

Wanwan noticed that something was wrong with my mood and immediately took me away. She finally confessed to me at night in the hotel.

Wanwan saw those newspapers when she got off the bus earlier. In the newspapers, I was described as a poor, young and innocent little girl without self-awareness.

Because of lack of love, she was deceived and cheated, and was being trafficked without realizing it, and she got Stockholm.

The bitch portrayed herself as an old mother who loved her daughter and cried all day long.

Wanwan was described as a scheming lunatic who went to great lengths to kidnap a poor little girl without caring about the girl's mother.

The newspaper also said that the madman who kidnapped the girl might attack others at any time without any regard for the consequences, so everyone who saw it should be careful.

What a vicious heart, what a vicious person.

If only a little girl was abducted, people who don't like to meddle in other people's business would not care.

But if there is a lunatic who kidnaps children around a girl and can attack anyone at any time, everyone will be careful for their own safety.

After noticing this, even if you don't go up to control the madman and rescue the little girl yourself, you will call the police, and when the police arrive, everything will be gone.

Will the police listen to a madman? Will the police listen to a crazy, love-starved little girl from Stockholm?

Even if these two people are not crazy, they are not little girls from Stockholm.

They knew nothing, yet they believed the lies and thought that the person who told the lies was who he said.

This is disgusting. Everything is disgusting.

I told Wanwan that I could scratch my face so that no one would recognize me from the photos.

I told Wanwan, you can change your clothes and smear mud on your face, we can spend money on plastic surgery, we can escape from customs, we can do many, many things and be together forever.

I don't want to go back. I'm with that bitch and that's the real Stockholm.

I don't want to see that jerk for a moment.

I don't want to think for a moment that I was ever with someone like that.

Wanwan sighed and said, but she is your biological mother after all.

I wanted to scream, but I knew we couldn't attract attention right now, so I lowered my voice and gritted my teeth as I told Wanwan that it wasn't like that.

That jerk was a liar and he fooled everyone.

I don't look like that bitch at all. I'm afraid that ugly sister of mine is the bitch's biological daughter. Bitches can only give birth to bitches. How could I be the same as them?

How is it possible that a biological mother would beat and insult her own daughter every day, yet tell others that she loves her daughter very much, while at the same time saying that she is exhausted and extremely pitiful from teaching her disobedient daughter?

Wanwan and I have traveled to so many places. Even if I don't know anything, I have met good people. Those mothers who are good to their daughters are definitely not that bitch.

I asked Wanwan, haven't you ever seen a good mother?

I told Wanwan that a good mother would not hit or scold her child casually. A good mother would consider what her child is thinking instead of saying bad things about her child in public.

I said to Wanwan, think carefully, what benefit did that jerk telling those lies bring to me?

Everyone believes that I am a fool, that you are crazy, but feels sorry for that bitch.

If a mother truly loves her child, how could she belittle her child and call the person who saved her child a lunatic?

How can a mother who truly loves her child not take her sick child to the hospital when she sees him or her child is sick? How can a mother who knows that if she doesn’t take her child to the hospital, the sick child will die, yet remain indifferent?

That jerk loves that ugly bastard more than me, don't I know? It's because of that ugly bastard that I was pushed to your side.

I know it's wrong to insult others, but those two beasts! I have never been so kind to me as you are.

You are the best person in the world, I can't find another good person like you. I knew from the beginning that I was dragging you down, I am sorry for you, but I can't bear to leave you.

I don't want to leave you. I don't want to stay away from you because of those beasts. I also don't want those beasts to splash those dirty water on you.

In my eyes, you are like Guanyin sitting high on a lotus platform. I never thought that you would encounter such a thing.

I'm sorry, but think about it carefully. If I scratched my face, they can't just meet a person and then take him to the hospital for a genetic check to check his kinship, right?

We can change clothes that we would never wear before, change our hairstyle that we never had the chance to do before, change various hats that can cover our faces, and change shoes that are easy to run in.

We can also change our names. I don't want to have anything to do with those two beasts anymore. You can also change to a new name that no one else knows.

This way, people won’t be able to find us or recognize us just by hearing our names.

We can also buy tattoos and stickers.”