Scenes of familiar scenes were brought back by An Zhimo from her memories. She only felt that her heart was trembling... It was fear... cold..., she gritted her teeth and said, "Lin Lin... get up...
...Get up and tell me..." An Zhimo knelt down, took Shangguan Jinlin's hand, and said softly.
Shangguan Jinlin seemed to be hesitant. She stood up unsteadily, wiped the tears from her face, then sat on the hospital bed nearby and said, "I'll tell you everything..."
Shangguan Jinlin raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and recalled...
"Mom, mom!" Young Shangguan Jinlin carried a small schoolbag and ran and jumped back home from school, her face full of excitement.
"Linlin is back..." A beautiful woman in her thirties wearing a cheongsam and bright red lipstick was sitting in the room, holding a mirror and putting on makeup.
"Mom...Linlin wants to ask you a question..." Shangguan Jinlin, who was only six years old, lay in the woman's arms with a sad smile on her face.
The woman didn't even look at Shangguan Jinlin. She said, "You ask?"
"Why don't I have a father? Where has my father gone?" Shangguan Jinlin raised her face and said childishly.
The woman's hand froze slightly, but it only happened for a moment. She continued to work on her own affairs. She said coldly, "You don't have a father, your father is dead!"
Shangguan Jinlin was slightly stunned. Although she didn't understand what death was at that time, she knew that to die was to go to another world and never come back. Immediately, she burst into tears and the woman touched her
Touching Shangguan Jinlin's little hand, "What's wrong?"
"All my classmates despise me for not having a father!" Shangguan Jinlin's tears kept pouring out of her eyes, as if she was venting her sorrow. "They think I'm so pitiful! They don't want to be friends with me! They say I'm a prostitute.
My daughter! I don’t allow them to talk about my mother! I don’t have any friends at school!”
The woman gently opened Shangguan Jinlin's small hand beside her eyes. She smiled softly and said, "Linlin...I just lied to you...your father is not dead...your father has gone far, far away."
Where...his family doesn't agree with us being together...so he doesn't want us anymore...my mother is not worthy of him..." The woman gently hugged Shangguan Jinlin and put her on her shoulders, crying.
The tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and soaked Shangguan Jinlin's clothes...
The young girl was slightly stunned and her tears stopped. Although she had no idea what her mother was talking about, she knew that her mother must be very sad and in pain... She hugged the woman with her backhand and patted her gently.
He rubbed her back and said, "Mom... don't cry... Linlin is here... Linlin is here to accompany you..."
"Mom is becoming more and more strange. She stays up every night. She goes out at seven o'clock every night and doesn't come back until ten o'clock the next morning...day after day..." Shangguan Jinlin curled up on the hospital bed,
My whole body was shaking uncontrollably...
When Shangguan Jinlin was eight years old, two strange men walked into the house where she and her mother lived. As soon as they walked in, they saw the young Shangguan Jinlin. Then, without saying a word, they beat her severely.
Shangguan Jinlin slapped Shangguan Jinlin, leaving a deep slap mark. Shangguan Jinlin still didn't understand why they hit her. She didn't cry, but looked at the two men with fierce eyes.
A man sneered, "The daughter of a bitch is indeed a bitch just like her!"