dtnovels Chapter 79 Forget Each Other in the Jianghu 3
Chapter 79 Forget Each Other in the Jianghu 3
Ignoring her daughter's tears, Jacqueline Law finished the last bite of her meal.
He put away the dishes and went back to the kitchen to wash his portion.
He then took a worn-out canvas shoulder bag from behind the door, slung it over his shoulder, opened the door, and coldly tossed out a sentence:
"I'm going to work."
She turned and left, and Xiao Xiao listened as the familiar footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
Only then did she realize that there were tears on her face; it was the original owner's emotions at work.
She wiped her mouth with her hand, finished the last bite of rice, and went to the kitchen to clear the dishes.
As always, Mom had already washed the dishes and placed them on the dining table.
She washed her own dishes and placed them next to her mother's.
She covered the leftover food with a cover.
It can be eaten tomorrow if left overnight.
She returned to her bedroom, a small room containing a bed and a simple table.
Since there was no chair, she used her bed as a stool to do her homework.
She glanced around and then went to Luo Huimin's room.
It was even smaller than hers, barely big enough to fit a single bed.
There was nothing on the inside of the wooden bed against the wall except for a few clothes and a travel bag.
In the original owner's memories, she and her mother had been like this since she was eight years old.
He moved around to different places, and only in the last few years has he settled down in this small county town.
No one here knows the mother and daughter, and they have no relatives visiting them during holidays.
On New Year's Eve, every household is lit up, firecrackers crackle, and the world is filled with joy.
But in Luo Xiaoxiao's world, there were only the two of them, mother and daughter.
They are out of place in this world.
Xiao Xiao took off her shoes and went to the bed to rummage through her mother's luggage.
After flipping through several pieces of clothing, I found an old-fashioned diary at the very bottom.
Curious, she opened it, only to find an old family photo.
The front of the notebook had many torn pages, with only some accounting records remaining.
Xiao Xiao flipped through the photos and picked up the yellowed group photo.
The background is an old-fashioned living room from the 1970s or 80s, with certificates and photos hanging on the walls.
A middle-aged couple sat close together on the sofa, their faces beaming with gentle smiles.
Behind the sofa, a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old smiled sweetly and leaned between the middle-aged couple, her hands on her parents' shoulders.
Xiao Xiao carefully examined the three people in the photo.
She had never seen the man before, and her only vague impression of the middle-aged woman was that of him.
She seemed to have called her grandmother a few times, but her grandmother's expression was not good.
After that, it became very blurry, and I never saw it again.
The girl in the photo is undoubtedly the original owner's mother when she was young; this is a family photo of the three of them.
She sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
In my memory, sometimes my mother would hold a photo and secretly shed tears.
They would then leave for a few days, and then quietly return.
When the original owner was eight years old, she asked her mother about her father.
But her mother, who had always been indifferent, revealed a terrifyingly ferocious look to her at that moment.
He forcefully threw her away, telling her to get out and go far away.
The original owner of this body cried as she got up from the ground, hugged her mother's leg, and begged for forgiveness, "Mom, I won't do it again, I'll never do it again."
But Luo Huimin still wouldn't let it go and pushed her aside, not allowing her to get close to her.
After that terrifying memory, the original owner never mentioned the word "father" again.
This became a taboo for her.
When the Chinese teacher assigned the essay topic "My Father" during class, she handed in a blank essay.
When the teacher asked her, she remained silent.
Her classmates then learned that she didn't have a father, and that she was bullied at school but didn't dare go home to tell anyone.
For the past ten years or so, the original owner's memories have been a gray and dull hue, with nothing particularly remarkable about them.
She also rarely communicates with her mother.
She doesn't know how to act cute or charming.
Aside from the noises made while working, the house is otherwise filled with unchanging silence and solitude.
When my mother has a holiday, she will sit alone by the door, watching the pedestrians outside, lost in thought.
She would lie on the dining table doing her homework, occasionally glancing at her mother.
That was one of the few times she felt at ease, able to enjoy this rare tranquility.
Most of the time, Mom is very busy, and she is alone in the house.
Whether it's thunder and lightning or torrential rain, no one cares about a little girl huddled in a corner, hugging her knees and crying.
Xiao Xiao hugged her shoulders tightly, determined to find out why.
She put the photos back in their place, and everything was back to normal.
One of them returned to his room and began to catch up on his elementary school lessons with the help of the system aunt.
She went to bed at nine o'clock, and it was almost eleven o'clock when she vaguely heard her mother come home.
Footsteps approached the foot of her bed and then left.
The next day, Luo Huimin had already heated up the leftovers from the previous night, and placed steamed buns and porridge on the table.
After a quick wash, I sat down, picked up a steamed bun, and started eating.
"Mom, shall I go help you?!"
Luo Huimin turned her head and glanced at her, replying coldly:
"Need not!"
"Mom, but I want to help you."
Xiao Xiao, unwilling to give up, continued.
"I said I don't need it, and that's it! Stop with the nonsense!"
Luo Huimin suddenly shouted, which startled me slightly.
Neither of them spoke afterward, and they finished their meal in silence.
As usual, Jacqueline Law got up, took her own bowl and chopsticks, washed up, took her handbag from behind the door, opened the door and left.
Xiao Xiao stood up, took two steps after her, and called out:
"Mom, do you love me?"
Luo Huimin paused, her hand gripping the strap of her handbag tightly, veins bulging on the back of her hand. She turned her head and coldly uttered:
"do not love!"
Xiao Xiao watched Luo Huimin's suddenly quickened pace and her retreating figure, and once again felt the original owner's pain.
why?
Why do this?
Why can't we just talk things out?
Xiao Xiao was studying at home alone. At noon, she made herself scrambled eggs with tomatoes and ate a bowl of noodles by herself.
By evening, Luo Huimin still hadn't returned.
The first thing Xiaoxiao did when she woke up the next day was to go to her mother's bedroom.
There was no one inside, and the bed was still as it had been during the day.
Her heart sank suddenly. After a quick wash, she grabbed her backpack and ran toward the supermarket she remembered.
On the way, she saw Luo Huimin, who was chatting and laughing with an older man and a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old.
The three of them were having breakfast together when their small steps faltered. They huddled in a corner and watched silently for a while before quietly leaving.
Back at school, she felt quite depressed.
The new deskmate is a chubby girl named He Wenwen. The original owner knew her, and she also knew the original owner.
Both of them had been bullied by Jiang Yufeng and her gang.
"Little--"
She had just greeted her deskmate when her former deskmate, Zhou Lanlan, ran over, put her arm around her shoulder, and grinned smugly.
"You've finally arrived! That old hag is too ashamed to show her face now. She's taken several days off, I heard she was beaten by her husband. Haha!"
"Speak," he asked in a low voice.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"How would I know? I just heard it from Jiang Yufeng and the others."
Her little mouth was very tight; she could easily push away anyone.
"Hehe! Jiang Yufeng and the others are also feeling bad now, they are too ashamed to face anyone."
Be careful these next few days, they've said they're going to teach you a lesson!
Little ones aren't afraid.
She didn't intend to let them off so easily; she was going to beat them until they would avoid her at all costs.