Turning around the kitchen, she opened the closet. Inside was the set of expression cups she had taken out last time. She touched them one by one with her fingers, as if she had seen the old days when she had cried, laughed, and been angry in this house.
There is an old photo on the table, which is the photo of his daughter that Zhong Lan showed them last time.
The girl in the photo looks at the camera with no special expression, but her indifference seems to carry an innate arrogance and unapproachability. She looks straight from the photo with her black eyes. Pei smiled, as if provoking.
Pei Xiao felt a weightless feeling like falling from a building. She and the girl in the photo were really the same person, but she seemed to be peeping at a stranger. For a moment, she felt ashamed of her past self, the one who would rather die. Shen Ke, who had to insist on self-respect, seemed to be dead. Now Pei Xiao felt empty in her heart. What was even more sad was that she no longer felt the pain of having her dream stripped away from her body in blood, and she had forgotten the insult. I forgot my unwilling hatred, my blood and tears, my self-esteem and struggle, and I also forgot myself.
She is no longer her. In other words, she has become the Pei Xiao that Xi Xiangdong wanted.
She hugged the photo, sat in an abandoned low-rent house, and cried loudly, as if she was mourning the death of herself.
When Zhong Lan came back from work, she saw the door of her house open and thought she had caught a thief. But her family was so poor, what else was worth stealing?
She put down her bag and quietly entered the door. She saw Pei Xiao sitting on the ground and was stunned for a moment: "Girl?"
Pei Xiao said nothing, raised his head and threw himself into her arms: "Mom..."
Zhong Lan was staggered and sat back on the ground, holding her inexplicably.
Still remember that last time she mistook Pei Xiao for Keke, and Xi Wanlai explained to her seriously, what happened to this girl this time?
Zhong Lan actually knew in her heart that her Keke would probably never come back. Maybe it was empathy, maybe it was the two thousand yuan that Pei Xiao gave her last time. She already regarded Pei Xiao as half a daughter in her heart, so she didn't He pushed her away, thinking that she had suffered some grievance outside, and carefully patted her back to comfort her: "Okay, don't cry, ah."
Pei Xiao looked at the woman in front of him with tears in his eyes. Mother and daughter, who had not seen each other in person for five years, were so close to each other, and Zhong Lan's eyes were not only filled with surprise, but also unfamiliarity.
Even her mother no longer recognizes her.
"Mom." Pei Xiao shouted again, choking with restraint.
Zhong Lan looked at her hesitantly and asked, "What's wrong? Let's talk about it. Did you have a quarrel with Wan Lai?"
Since the last time she and Xi Wanlai appeared together, Zhong Lan believed that they were a couple.
Pei Xiao didn't want to explain too much. She and Xi Wanlai had indeed broken up, five years ago.
She nodded, and Zhong Lan took her hand and sat on the sofa: "Wan Lai is a good boy, and you are also a good boy, but we are just not destined." She said with emotion, "If it hadn't been for me, Coco and Wan Lai would have been together. We won’t be separated even if we come…”
She couldn't talk anymore, so she got up and went to the house to pour a cup of tea and handed it to Pei Xiao: "Drink, I made the Kuding tea myself to reduce the heat. After crying, all the hardships will be rewarded, and there will be a better man waiting for you. .”
Pei Xiao was flattered and took the tea cup and took a big sip. It had been a long time since she had tasted the Kuding tea cooked by her mother. It was bitter beyond her imagination, but she didn't dare to frown and swallowed it hard. She turned around to the kitchen, Opening the closet, she found a set of expression cups that she had taken out last time. She touched them one by one with her fingers, as if she had seen the old days when she had cried, laughed, and been angry in this house.
There is an old photo on the table, which is the photo of his daughter that Zhong Lan showed them last time.
The girl in the photo looks at the camera with no special expression, but her indifference seems to carry an innate arrogance and unapproachability. She looks straight from the photo with her black eyes. Pei smiled, as if provoking.
Pei Xiao felt a weightless feeling like falling from a building. She and the girl in the photo were really the same person, but she seemed to be peeping at a stranger. For a moment, she felt ashamed of her past self, the one who would rather die. Shen Ke, who had to insist on self-respect, seemed to be dead. Now Pei Xiao felt empty in her heart. What was even more sad was that she no longer felt the pain of having her dream stripped away from her body in blood, and she had forgotten the insult. I forgot my unwilling hatred, my blood and tears, my self-esteem and struggle, and I also forgot myself.
She is no longer her. In other words, she has become the Pei Xiao that Xi Xiangdong wanted.
She hugged the photo, sat in an abandoned low-rent house, and cried loudly, as if she was mourning the death of herself.
When Zhong Lan came back from work, she saw the door of her house open and thought she had caught a thief. But her family was so poor, what else was worth stealing?
She put down her bag and quietly entered the door. She saw Pei Xiao sitting on the ground and was stunned for a moment: "Girl?"
Pei Xiao said nothing, raised his head and threw himself into her arms: "Mom..."
Zhong Lan was staggered and sat back on the ground, holding her inexplicably.
Still remember that last time she mistook Pei Xiao for Keke, and Xi Wanlai explained to her seriously, what happened to this girl this time?
Zhong Lan actually knew in her heart that her Keke would probably never come back. Maybe it was empathy, maybe it was the two thousand yuan that Pei Xiao gave her last time. She already regarded Pei Xiao as half a daughter in her heart, so she didn't He pushed her away, thinking that she had suffered some grievance outside, and carefully patted her back to comfort her: "Okay, don't cry, ah."
Pei Xiao looked at the woman in front of him with tears in his eyes. Mother and daughter, who had not seen each other in person for five years, were so close to each other, and Zhong Lan's eyes were not only filled with surprise, but also unfamiliarity.
Even her mother no longer recognizes her.
"Mom." Pei Xiao shouted again, choking with restraint.
Zhong Lan looked at her hesitantly and asked, "What's wrong? Let's talk about it. Did you have a quarrel with Wan Lai?"
Since the last time she and Xi Wanlai appeared together, Zhong Lan believed that they were a couple.
Pei Xiao didn't want to explain too much. She and Xi Wanlai had indeed broken up, five years ago.
She nodded, and Zhong Lan took her hand and sat on the sofa: "Wan Lai is a good boy, and you are also a good boy, but we are just not destined." She said with emotion, "If it hadn't been for me, Coco and Wan Lai would have been together. We won’t be separated even if we come…”
She couldn't talk anymore, so she got up and went to the house to pour a cup of tea and handed it to Pei Xiao: "Drink, I made the Kuding tea myself to reduce the heat. After crying, all the hardships will be rewarded, and there will be a better man waiting for you. .”
Pei Xiao took the tea cup flattered and took a big sip. It had been a long time since she had tasted the Kuding tea her mother had cooked. It was bitter beyond her imagination, but she didn't dare to frown and swallowed it hard.