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Chapter 2011: Love that is too late to express (24)

 Outside an earthen house along the river, a ragged little girl was bending down by the river and vigorously scrubbing a T-shirt.

The little girl was about four or five years old, and the clothes were a bit big for her, but she still squatted on the stone and scrubbed the clothes bit by bit seriously.

At this time, a sloppy woman walked out of the mud house.

Seeing that the little girl had not finished washing her clothes until now, she walked down the embankment womanly and kicked the little girl. "It took so long to wash the clothes. Are you trying to be lazy? You are just like that damn mother of yours."

The little girl was obviously used to being beaten. After being kicked, she subconsciously held her head.

After kicking the little girl more than a dozen times, the woman grabbed a wooden basin on the ground and poured water directly on the little girl. "You can only enter the house when your clothes are dry."

It's late summer now, but the weather is starting to get cooler in the mornings and evenings.

The little girl was wearing wet clothes, squatting by the water and continuing to wash the clothes in her hands on the rocks.

After a while, a tear fell on the clothes with a pitter-patter sound.

The little girl hurriedly soaked her clothes in the water, and quickly wiped her face. Mom, where are you? When will you pick me up?

She originally had a father and a mother, but suddenly one day her father disappeared. Her grandparents said they would take her to find her father, but they ended up sending her to this place.

This aunt is so cruel that she makes her call her mother every day and asks her to ask her mother for money.

She had to do a lot of work every day and was beaten and scolded.

She really misses her mother and wants to go home

Wiping away her tears, the little girl wrung out the clothes in her hands. Her aunt got up and she was going to clean her room.

After tidying up the room, the little girl pursed her lips and picked up a large bowl next to the stove.

In the bowl, there is a small piece of steamed bun with teeth marks, rice with crispy rice, leftovers from the morning and vegetable soup.

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br> The rice and steamed buns were soaked together in vegetable soup and looked like swill for feeding dogs, but she could not eat such food every meal.

Sometimes there was no leftover food at home and she would go hungry.

Just when the little girl was sitting at the door, eating and wiping her tears, she felt her eyes blur, and a pair of feet appeared in front of her eyes.

The little girl looked up, only to find that standing in front of her was a big sister with rabbit lips and a wheelchair on her shoulders.

The little girl looked at Jin Qing and blinked. Just as she was about to turn around and run into the house, she saw Jin Qing suddenly take out a piece of paper with a portrait on it from his pocket, "Do you know this woman?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head, "I don't know."

The person on the paper looked like a monster. How could she recognize him?

Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at the little girl for a while, then said to 707, "You are looking for the wrong path."

707 looked at the old man with three hairs on the paper with a troubled expression. If you can recognize him like this, then it's not a matter of true love, but something wrong with your eyes.

Seeing the defensive look on the little girl's face, Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at her sideways, "I'll take you to your mother, do you want to go?"

The little girl was slightly startled, "Do you know my mother?"

Jin Qing nodded, "We know each other, and we are a bit familiar!" We are all neighbors, so of course we are familiar with each other.

707 ""With your current behavior, you really look like a human trafficker.

The little girl was confused for a moment, and then asked Jin Qing, "Then do you know what my mother looks like?"

Jin Qing stretched out his hand in front of his shoulder and gestured, "Curly hair, so long."

707 ""What you said is the same as what you didn't say.

Who would have thought that what 707 regarded as unreliable words actually caused the little girl to cheer, immediately dropped the bowl and hugged Jin Qing's thigh, "Sister Rabbit, I want my mother!"

The alertness to danger was successfully defeated by the desire to leave here and find her mother. The little girl fell on Jin Qing's thigh like a pendant.

The stunned 707 discussed the importance of anti-trafficking training for children.

With the IQ of his host, kidnapping a child is like a joke, let alone those professionals.

In the evening, the middle-aged woman dragged her tired body back from outside, mentally calculating how much money she made today.

After her husband died, she was kicked out by her parents-in-law, and even her only daughter was taken away by her parents-in-law.

She once filed a lawsuit, and although the child was awarded to her, her parents-in-law hid the child and asked her to pay them 500 yuan a day, otherwise they would not let her see their daughter.

She knelt down and begged, and even swore to provide for her parents-in-law in their old age.

But two crazy old men believed that she had killed her husband and demanded that she pay the money every day, otherwise they would throw her daughter to death.

The woman also tried to look for her daughter, but her parents-in-law didn't know where they hid the child.

After discovering her actions, the original 500 yuan a day became 600 yuan, forcing the woman to give in.

A woman cannot give up her beloved one, so she has no choice but to use various methods to make money, just for the little time she can spend video chatting with her daughter every night.

Thinking of the skinny daughter in the video, the middle-aged woman wiped her tears. She didn't have any great skills and there were only so many ways to make money.

The little money I saved through my teeth has been taken away by the devil on the other side. Even the electric car was robbed.

From today on, she must work harder at night.

At the very least, she had to buy an electric car first. Without an electric car, she would have made a full 100 yuan less today.

Moreover, she should stay away from the devil next door in the future.

While thinking about it, the woman dragged heavy steps upstairs. She was so tired, not only physically but also mentally.

When she reached the entrance of the corridor, the woman suddenly stopped because she found a small figure sitting at the entrance of the corridor.

The woman's lips began to tremble and her eyes kept blinking. She was afraid that she was dreaming.

The little figure that made her think about her day and night was actually sitting on the steps next to her front door.

The woman's hands were shaking violently, and she touched her daughter's face which was slightly red from sleeping.

Although it is a bit rough, the feel is real.

The woman let out a hurt whimper. Her beloved was back, and the two people's consciences found out, right?

The little girl was awakened by the woman's voice. When she opened her eyes and realized that the person in front of her was her mother, she immediately happily rushed towards the woman and said, "Mom!"

It's really her mother. That big sister didn't lie to her. She really found her mother.

The woman subconsciously opened her arms to welcome her lost treasure, but was hit hard by the wooden sign on the little girl's chest.

The mother and daughter both let out a muffled groan at the same time, and moved towards the ground behind them.

Only then did the woman see the small wooden sign hanging around her daughter's neck: "Your daughter is mentally retarded. She will leave as soon as she is deceived. You can teach her yourself slowly, haha!"

The signature is two big characters Qingye.

Looking at the two words "hehe" that symbolized schadenfreude, the woman's "" atmosphere was completely destroyed. She didn't want to cry at all now, what should I do!


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