Wang Dali handed a clean military uniform to Ruyi and took her to the bathhouse. There was a large bucket as tall as a person in it. It seemed that someone had just finished washing it and it was filled with mist.
Ruyi stood at the door of the bathhouse, hesitant.
Wang Dali glared at her and said, "What are you doing? Do you want me to rub your back, grandpa?"
Ruyi didn't know that Wang Dali was mocking her, so she almost believed it. She was afraid that it would be revealed that she was a girl, so she got into the bathhouse dejectedly.
Although the place where she grew up was poor, her mother took care of her when she took a bath. When Widow Zhang was in a good mood, she would even help Ruyi wash her hair.
Widow Zhang once told Ruyi that a girl’s hair is extremely precious and must be carefully combed or washed.
Ruyi fetched hot water from the hot pool, stripped naked and got into the water.
The water made her delicate skin turn red.
It has been more than three months since her mother died, and she has never taken a bath or smiled again.
She was forced to grow into a person who was responsible for herself overnight.
If she wants revenge, she must live well.
It was so dirty that after Ruyi finished taking a bath, the water in the bucket turned gray-black.
Ruyi changed the water again and it was almost clean.
She looked at her cheek reflected in the barrel and gently touched the cinnabar on her forehead.
She didn't know where this mark came from, but she knew very well that this mark was left from the tit-for-tat confrontation with the black smoke monster that night. Its existence is undoubtedly a reminder, reminding Ruyi not to forget the murder of his mother.
hatred.
Fortunately, God favored him and Ruyi was born more like his mother and not as ugly as his father, Zhang Laizi.
She is not stunningly beautiful, her plain face is permeated with elegance, and there is also a hint of stubbornness and tenacity.
The reflection in the water looks so much like my mother. Even though her mother was strict in discipline and Ruyi was often beaten when she was naughty, but no matter what, she was a mother who knew both cold and hot.
No matter what Widow Zhang usually said, at the most critical moment, Widow Zhang still stood up and stood between the monster and her child.
If my mother hadn't saved me, I might have been the one who died.
Ruyi missed her mother and burst into tears in the empty bathhouse.
She cried so hard that her heart was broken and her heart was broken.
For a child who is only six years old, Ruyi has too many things to carry.
Her tears dropped into the barrel, causing ripples.
When the suffocation in his chest was released, Ruyi patted his hand into the water, water splashed in the barrel, and the pear-shaped face with raindrops could no longer be seen.
Just this once, Ruyi said to myself.
She will never let anyone see her tears again.
This will be her last cry.
The military uniform Wang Dali gave Ruyi was a bit too big and baggy on his body, which looked quite funny.
This set of clothes is not completely new. The fabric has been washed and turned white, and there are traces of sewing on the armpits. It seems that it has been worn by someone before.
But Ruyi is already very satisfied.
She dried her hair and pulled it into a bun, following the example of the others in the Munitions Department.
After coming out of the shower, Wang Dali was nowhere to be seen. She was so hungry that she went to the kitchen to inquire.
In fact, there was no need to ask, she could find the kitchen just by smelling the fragrance.
Since leaving the village, Ruyi has never had enough to eat, and her little body is very thin.