"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao..."
Someone is calling her!
Song Jinqiao opened his eyes with difficulty and found that his hands and feet were tied by dark purple tentacles and he was suspended in the air.
It was dark all around.
"Xiao Qiao is awake."
A woman gradually appeared in front of her. She looked at Song Jinqiao with a smile. The familiar smile and gentle voice made her dazed.
I couldn't help but call out that name.
"Mother."
The woman smiled and reached out to touch Song Jinqiao's cheek: "Xiao Qiao has grown up~"
She opened her arms, stepped forward and hugged her, saying softly, "Mom is so lonely here, so Xiao Qiao, please stay here and keep Mom company, okay?"
As soon as Song Jinqiao finished speaking, more and more tentacles climbed up her limbs, as if trying to trap her to death here.
"Xiao Qiao, Mom was shot and it hurt so much. The bullet went through her heart. Mom felt at that moment that she had to let Xiao Qiao survive."
The woman hugged Song Jinqiao tightly. The wetness on her neck made Song Jinqiao move involuntarily. She lowered her eyes slightly.
"Xiao Qiao has become so outstanding. Mommy really wants to accompany Xiao Qiao to grow up. Mommy is so useless. She can't even protect Xiao Qiao."
Song Jinqiao pursed her red lips, her eyes looking at the darkness in front of her.
The bullet passed through the heart...
Her eyes trembled.
Yes, her mother is dead...
The bullet had passed through her heart.
The kidnappers killed the hostage...
"You are not my mother."
Her hands and feet were bound, and she couldn't push away the woman holding her.
Those dark purple tentacles suddenly paused and stopped moving.
"You are very similar to her, every movement, every look, every tone of voice."
"But you are not her."
When a person dies, he is dead.
(I can no longer see my mother in her lifetime, so can I see her spirit or reincarnation?
I want to call her "Mom" when she looks at me again.)
Song Jinqiao remained silent.
She is very lacking in love.
Her mother died early, and her father was the indirect murderer, so she did not have the love of her parents in her childhood. All she had were the roses and portrait that her mother loved when she was alive, and the empty little room.
Suddenly the scenery around her changed, it was still the same woman and the girl.
She saw with her own eyes those "drug addicts" in the dark, holding guns in their hands.
The metal barrel gleamed brightly in the sunlight.
She can't do anything.
Suddenly the scene changed again.
It looked like a red-light district, with women standing on the street in revealing clothing.
"Hurry up!" The woman's voice came from the front, and Song Jinqiao followed silently.
She and the woman came to a restaurant, and through the transparent glass, she saw the extravagance and debauchery inside.
"It looks good this time." The person who looked like a pimp looked at her as if she were a commodity, and then she gave instructions to the woman, ordering her to take good care of herself.
"Do you hate me?" The woman with her mother's face looked at Song Jinqiao.
Song Jinqiao remained silent.
When the pimp was about to take her away, she said calmly, "Why should I hate you?"
She looked directly into her eyes, her black pupils reflecting her shadow, and she said calmly: "You are not my real mother, you just have her face and the same blood as hers."
You are just a stranger with a familiar face.
So, what's there to hate.
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