Su Liu looked at her mother who was holding her in front of her and crying non-stop, the little white-flowered bun mother, her unkind father, her second mother, a bunch of concubines and concubines, living in poverty. How could she live in poverty?
The more she thought about it, the more sorrowful she felt. Su Liu suddenly burst out crying. He wanted to slap it with his left hand, but suddenly remembered that it was a broken hand. He hurriedly stopped and used his right hand to beat the shabby quilt on the bed.
"God didn't bring you to play like this. I just finished renovating the house, decorated it, moved in, and drove the car. This good life has just begun. You brought me here. A bird that doesn't lay eggs and a tortoise doesn't poop.
It's a waste of place, what kind of waste is this? You might as well kill me, wow..."
Mrs. Chen stopped crying again. She was a little strange to the girl whose temperament changed drastically in front of her, and she was even more frightened. She hurriedly asked: "Liuliu'er, what's wrong with you? Is it because of the pain? Mom has already said that
How many times have they said it, just let them say it, why are you so stupid?"
Mrs. Chen wiped away her tears as she spoke. Su Liu felt even more miserable when she looked at her. Baozi Niang couldn't help crying even louder.
"Sister, mother."
Just when the mother and daughter were crying together, a young female voice came over again. Su Liu raised his eyes and saw that the crying stopped.
"Ding Ding, are you wearing it too?"
The girl in front of her is no more than eleven or twelve years old. She has yellow hair, a pointed face, a pair of elven almond eyes, and a small cherry mouth. She looks almost exactly like her modern little sister Ding Ding.
But before the girl could say anything, Chen stood up first, pulled the girl and said urgently: "Xiaoxiao, look at your sister quickly, she seems a little confused."
Hopes dashed, Su Liu blinked, tears bursting out of his eyes again, but his eyes still stayed with the girl.
"Sister, what's wrong with you? I'm Xiaoxiao." The girl named Su Xiaoxiao stepped forward quickly and asked with concern: "But the wound hurts so much? How about I call the Cowherd to come and take a look?"
Su Liu took a breath, it was not Tintin, it just looked like Tintin. Thinking of this, she felt happy and disappointed at the same time.
"Cowherd, we don't have any money." When Mrs. Chen heard that she was looking for Cowherd, she was startled at first, and then tugged on Su Xiao's sleeve with a sad look on her face.
Su Xiao bit her lip, and finally said: "I'll beg my master, and I'll kowtow to my milk. I'll lend it to you, right? I'll chop a few more loads of firewood and sell the money to pay her back. I'll give it to you, right?"
After hearing this, Ms. Chen lowered her head and tears fell down.
Su Liu also heard it, and was afraid that his previous life was more miserable than he imagined, and he died even if his fingers were cut off.
"Don't go, sister is fine." She quickly held Su Xiao's hand, forced a smile and said, "Sister, it's just painful."
"Sister..." Su Xinxin felt a little weird. She always felt that the sister in front of her was a little different, but she couldn't tell what was weird.
Su Liu was about to speak when another sharp voice came from outside the door: "Where are all the dead? It's noon and you haven't cooked yet. Do you want my grandma to treat you? Do you want to starve the whole family to death?"
Su Liu followed the sound and saw a girl about twelve years old, wearing a half-length floral dress and a begonia silk flower tied in two buns on her head, staring at them with her hands on her hips and a arrogant look on her face.
Her skin is a healthy wheat color, her face is long, her forehead is a little narrow, and there is a tear mole under the corner of her eye, which adds a bit of color.
