Chapter 1245 The Devil Is In The World
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Zi Meng You Long
In the picture constructed by the ghost, I saw an innocent little girl who suddenly fell from heaven to hell.
The little girl seemed to have never seen a smile on her face since her mother died.
For such a young child, after losing his biological mother, he ushered in a stepmother not long after, and then lived a continuous nightmare like life.
The human heart is the most vicious thing in this world, bar none.
No wolf heart can compare with the human heart.
In the picture constructed by Meiling, I heard that woman named Huang Yamei say in a vicious voice that Xiaoxiao is an oil bottle, a broom star, who beat her mother to death, and now she is coming to find her bad luck .
In this little child, I saw countless disasters.
She is still so young, just at the age of acting like a baby in the arms of her parents, she is the jewel in the palm of her parents and grandpa.
Hold it in your palm for fear of falling, hold it in your mouth for fear of melting.
What happened to Xiaoxiao?
I can't bear to look at many pictures, but it still keeps popping up in my mind.
A six or seven-year-old girl wakes up in the morning to make breakfast for her lazy parents.
If you make a slight mistake, you will be beaten and kicked.
At the beginning, Zhao Ruijie still felt sorry for this daughter, but that vicious woman named Huang Yamei kept blowing the wind beside Zhao Ruijie's pillow, saying that Xiaoxiao was a drag, that Xiaoxiao was a burden, and that Xiaoxiao was a devil. Xing... Over time, even this biological father developed a prejudice against his daughter, even loathing her.
The attitude of being a father is the same, and this stepmother is even more unscrupulous.
I saw that Xiaoxiao was severely beaten because she did not finish washing their clothes within the stipulated time, she was not allowed to eat, and she was locked in the toilet at night and not allowed to sleep.
Xiaoxiao was terrified, terrified, and didn't even dare to make a sound when she cried, because she was afraid of being beaten again by her stepmother.
For countless nights, Xiaoxiao's thin figure would curl up in a corner, looking at the old mulberry tree outside the window.
She missed the days when her mother was still there, held her in her arms, and called her little baby affectionately.
She misses her mother's smile and everything about her mother, but all of this can't come back.
The next day, she would still face a nightmare life.
Once, I saw that Xiaoxiao was helping Huang Yamei to wash her feet with a large basin, while Xiaoxiao was very small.
She was carrying the footbath and wobbled as she walked.
As a result, he accidentally fell to the ground, and the water in the basin spilled all over the ground.
Huang Yamei seemed to be crazy, she took a stick and beat Xiaoxiao's body non-stop: "You broom star, god damn it! You can't do this job well, make the house so dirty, see if I don't beat you!" Die you little bastard!"
"Mom, don't hit... Please don't hit, I'll clean it up in a while, don't hit..." Xiaoxiao begged hard, but it didn't work at all.
She looked at her biological father as if asking for help, but his father also looked at her with a trace of disgust and irritability.
All the pleadings didn't work, and they all turned into sticks like raindrops and fell on him.
Her small body was covered with cuts and bruises, bruised and purple.
After the beating, Xiaoxiao still had to bring a mop to clean up the water stains in the house bit by bit. She didn't dare to cry, and tears of aggrieved flowed down her eyes bit by bit.
Why it became like this, Xiaoxiao didn't know.
She just misses her mother so much.
Whenever Xiaoxiao is about to be unable to resist, Xiaoxiao will secretly hide in the house, take out the photos of her mother before she was alive, caress the photos over and over again, and call her mother softly: "Mom... where are you? You When will I come back, I miss you so much, dad doesn't want me anymore... woo woo..."
There was no response, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
One night, Xiaoxiao came home from school. Because she didn't sleep well last night, she was very sleepy. She fell asleep when she got home and forgot to finish cooking.
Huang Yamei, who came back from playing mahjong, saw the cold pot and cold stove when she returned home, and she became angry all of a sudden.
He picked up a stick from the outside and beat Xiaoxiao who was sleeping on the table violently.
Xiaoxiao kept wailing and begging for mercy when she was beaten, and Huang Yamei didn't stop until she couldn't cry and lay motionless on the ground.
Xiaoxiao was in pain, and felt like all the bones in her body were broken.
She missed her mother very much, and never missed a moment like she does now.
When my mother was still alive, she was never willing to hit Xiaoxiao, even if she fell to the ground, her mother would immediately pick her up, with distressed tears rolling in her eyes.
Xiaoxiao lay on the ground alone, and passed out from the pain.
When she woke up again, Huang Yamei and his biological father Zhao Ruijie had already fallen asleep.
It was late at night and very quiet.
Only the old mulberry tree outside was blown by the wind and made a rustling sound, just like my mother whispering in my ear.
In Xiaoxiao's heart, she suddenly thought of a text she learned in kindergarten, the little girl selling matches.
The little girl was frozen to death on the street, and she saw her grandma.
Is it possible that as long as I die, I can see my mother.
Thinking of this, Xiaoxiao strengthened her mind, and finally got up from the ground.
She didn't dare to make any movement, for fear of waking up the sleeping demon.
My whole body hurts, old wounds add new wounds.
After a long time, Xiaoxiao used all the strength in her body to gently move a chair out of the house and move it under the old mulberry tree.
Xiaoxiao climbed onto the chair, but still couldn't reach the branches of the old mulberry tree.
So Xiaoxiao went back into the room, took out a Maza, and put it on the stool.
Xiaoxiao climbed onto the stool tremblingly, and then climbed onto the Maza, her small body trembling non-stop.
She took out a red belt that her mother had used before she was alive, hung it on the branch of a big mulberry tree, and put her neck into the belt.
There was a wind blowing, and the old mulberry tree made a rustling sound, like the voice of my mother speaking softly in my ear.
Xiaoxiao hugged the photos of her mother before she was alive, took a closer look, and wiped the photos with her dirty little hands, making the photos even dirtier.
"Mom... I want to find you, I miss you so much."
Xiaoxiao's tears flowed silently again. He looked back at the house where his father lived, and then at the photo of his mother. Suddenly, with a sudden force on his foot, the little horse fell off the stool .
Then Xiaoxiao's body hung on the old mulberry tree, and a sense of suffocation suddenly enveloped her.
Her small body trembled a few times and then fell silent, a surge of resentment surged into the sky!
The little girl seemed to have never seen a smile on her face since her mother died.
For such a young child, after losing his biological mother, he ushered in a stepmother not long after, and then lived a continuous nightmare like life.
The human heart is the most vicious thing in this world, bar none.
No wolf heart can compare with the human heart.
In the picture constructed by Meiling, I heard that woman named Huang Yamei say in a vicious voice that Xiaoxiao is an oil bottle, a broom star, who beat her mother to death, and now she is coming to find her bad luck .
In this little child, I saw countless disasters.
She is still so young, just at the age of acting like a baby in the arms of her parents, she is the jewel in the palm of her parents and grandpa.
Hold it in your palm for fear of falling, hold it in your mouth for fear of melting.
What happened to Xiaoxiao?
I can't bear to look at many pictures, but it still keeps popping up in my mind.
A six or seven-year-old girl wakes up in the morning to make breakfast for her lazy parents.
If you make a slight mistake, you will be beaten and kicked.
At the beginning, Zhao Ruijie still felt sorry for this daughter, but that vicious woman named Huang Yamei kept blowing the wind beside Zhao Ruijie's pillow, saying that Xiaoxiao was a drag, that Xiaoxiao was a burden, and that Xiaoxiao was a devil. Xing... Over time, even this biological father developed a prejudice against his daughter, even loathing her.
The attitude of being a father is the same, and this stepmother is even more unscrupulous.
I saw that Xiaoxiao was severely beaten because she did not finish washing their clothes within the stipulated time, she was not allowed to eat, and she was locked in the toilet at night and not allowed to sleep.
Xiaoxiao was terrified, terrified, and didn't even dare to make a sound when she cried, because she was afraid of being beaten again by her stepmother.
For countless nights, Xiaoxiao's thin figure would curl up in a corner, looking at the old mulberry tree outside the window.
She missed the days when her mother was still there, held her in her arms, and called her little baby affectionately.
She misses her mother's smile and everything about her mother, but all of this can't come back.
The next day, she would still face a nightmare life.
Once, I saw that Xiaoxiao was helping Huang Yamei to wash her feet with a large basin, while Xiaoxiao was very small.
She was carrying the footbath and wobbled as she walked.
As a result, he accidentally fell to the ground, and the water in the basin spilled all over the ground.
Huang Yamei seemed to be crazy, she took a stick and beat Xiaoxiao's body non-stop: "You broom star, god damn it! You can't do this job well, make the house so dirty, see if I don't beat you!" Die you little bastard!"
"Mom, don't hit... Please don't hit, I'll clean it up in a while, don't hit..." Xiaoxiao begged hard, but it didn't work at all.
She looked at her biological father as if asking for help, but his father also looked at her with a trace of disgust and irritability.
All the pleadings didn't work, and they all turned into sticks like raindrops and fell on him.
Her small body was covered with cuts and bruises, bruised and purple.
After the beating, Xiaoxiao still had to bring a mop to clean up the water stains in the house bit by bit. She didn't dare to cry, and tears of aggrieved flowed down her eyes bit by bit.
Why it became like this, Xiaoxiao didn't know.
She just misses her mother so much.
Whenever Xiaoxiao is about to be unable to resist, Xiaoxiao will secretly hide in the house, take out the photos of her mother before she was alive, caress the photos over and over again, and call her mother softly: "Mom... where are you? You When will I come back, I miss you so much, dad doesn't want me anymore... woo woo..."
There was no response, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
One night, Xiaoxiao came home from school. Because she didn't sleep well last night, she was very sleepy. She fell asleep when she got home and forgot to finish cooking.
Huang Yamei, who came back from playing mahjong, saw the cold pot and cold stove when she returned home, and she became angry all of a sudden.
He picked up a stick from the outside and beat Xiaoxiao who was sleeping on the table violently.
Xiaoxiao kept wailing and begging for mercy when she was beaten, and Huang Yamei didn't stop until she couldn't cry and lay motionless on the ground.
Xiaoxiao was in pain, and felt like all the bones in her body were broken.
She missed her mother very much, and never missed a moment like she does now.
When my mother was still alive, she was never willing to hit Xiaoxiao, even if she fell to the ground, her mother would immediately pick her up, with distressed tears rolling in her eyes.
Xiaoxiao lay on the ground alone, and passed out from the pain.
When she woke up again, Huang Yamei and his biological father Zhao Ruijie had already fallen asleep.
It was late at night and very quiet.
Only the old mulberry tree outside was blown by the wind and made a rustling sound, just like my mother whispering in my ear.
In Xiaoxiao's heart, she suddenly thought of a text she learned in kindergarten, the little girl selling matches.
The little girl was frozen to death on the street, and she saw her grandma.
Is it possible that as long as I die, I can see my mother.
Thinking of this, Xiaoxiao strengthened her mind, and finally got up from the ground.
She didn't dare to make any movement, for fear of waking up the sleeping demon.
My whole body hurts, old wounds add new wounds.
After a long time, Xiaoxiao used all the strength in her body to gently move a chair out of the house and move it under the old mulberry tree.
Xiaoxiao climbed onto the chair, but still couldn't reach the branches of the old mulberry tree.
So Xiaoxiao went back into the room, took out a Maza, and put it on the stool.
Xiaoxiao climbed onto the stool tremblingly, and then climbed onto the Maza, her small body trembling non-stop.
She took out a red belt that her mother had used before she was alive, hung it on the branch of a big mulberry tree, and put her neck into the belt.
There was a wind blowing, and the old mulberry tree made a rustling sound, like the voice of my mother speaking softly in my ear.
Xiaoxiao hugged the photos of her mother before she was alive, took a closer look, and wiped the photos with her dirty little hands, making the photos even dirtier.
"Mom... I want to find you, I miss you so much."
Xiaoxiao's tears flowed silently again. He looked back at the house where his father lived, and then at the photo of his mother. Suddenly, with a sudden force on his foot, the little horse fell off the stool .
Then Xiaoxiao's body hung on the old mulberry tree, and a sense of suffocation suddenly enveloped her.
Her small body trembled a few times and then fell silent, a surge of resentment surged into the sky!
