Getting out of the warm bed really depends on your willpower. It's really too cold today!
"What a boring gourd, you deserve your mother to not want you." Ling Chunxia continued to sarcastically say.
Ling Xiaowei had heard this sentence countless times from Ling Chunxia in her previous life! But at that time, when she heard this sentence, she just lowered her head silently and cried secretly.
She won't bear it today!
"Ling Chunxia, if you dare to say this again, I will tear your mouth apart!" Ling Xiaowei stared at her big black and white eyes and said fiercely.
Ling Chunxia was frightened by Ling Xiaowei's words and took a step back, then whispered: "You... Ling Xiaowei, your brain is burned out, just wait and see, I won't give you the clothes on my body."
The clothes that Ling Xiaowei grew up in were all clothes that Ling Chunxia could not wear. Her mother ran away when she was more than one year old. Her father was originally a tailor, but when she was five years old, her father had a car accident.
Then he remained paralyzed on the bed.
His favorite sewing machine was placed in the corner, and the cloth covering it had become covered with a thick layer of black dust.
Poor... their family used to be poor, but now they are even poorer. They live on the compensation from their father, so naturally all her clothes are picked up!
She picked up all the clothes belonging to her cousin Ling Chunxia.
In her previous life, when she heard Ling Chunxia say these words, she was afraid. She was afraid that she would have no clothes to wear. Her clothes were all ill-fitting, dirty and torn. It would be better if Ling Chunxia gave her one.
clothes, she will be happy for days.
So for the sake of clothes, she always tolerated Ling Chunxia's cynicism, sometimes beatings and scoldings, and many other things. The things she remembered most clearly were those things where she helped Ling Chunxia copy texts.
She copied a text ten times and twenty times. Ling Chunxia went out to play, so she could only help her write the ones she was punished for.
From now on, she will never be so patient again!
"Okay! I don't care about your rags!" After Ling Xiaowei said that, she opened the door of the room and went out.
Ling Chunxia felt that Ling Xiaowei must be crazy to say such a thing! No...this person was still Ling Xiaowei! She dared to yell at her and say such things. She had never dared to say a word "no" in front of her before.
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"Second uncle, Ling Xiaowei's brain is burned out..." Ling Chunxia ran out and shouted to Ling Guoqiang who was sitting at the door.
As soon as I walked out of the room, the dim bright hall appeared in front of me. The uneven mud floor, a dark red Eight Immortals table placed against the wall, and a long table facing the door, with a
Incense burner and a Guanyin statue.
On the wall is a portrait of the birthday boy. The corners are torn and the color is no longer bright.
These things must have been bought by dad when he got married!
Her father was huddled on the big wicker chair next to the door. One of the trouser legs under the chair was empty, and his feet could not be seen on the other leg.
The sunshine outside the house shone in through the door, and the bright sunshine shone on him, so real and warm, that Ling Xiaowei felt sad in her heart.
"Dad..." Ling Xiaowei shouted with a tearful voice. She really missed him so much. She felt too guilty about her father. She was nothing like herself in her previous life.
"Xiaowei, why are you up? You haven't recovered from your cold yet. Go back to bed quickly." Ling Guoqiang looked past Ling Chunxia who was standing in front of him and said to Xiaowei.
"Second uncle, Xiaowei's brain is burned out. She just talked nonsense!" Ling Chunxia said with certainty while holding Ling Guoqiang's arm and staring.
When Ling Guoqiang saw Ling Chunxia's serious expression, his heart skipped a beat, thinking it couldn't be true! Xiaowei's brain was really burned out! There was panic in his eyes, and he hurriedly waved to Xiaowei and said: "Xiaowei"
Wei, come here and show me to dad."
"Dad, I'm fine, I'm fine! Everything is fine. Ling Chunxia just lost her mind. What nonsense!" Ling Xiaowei walked up to Ling Guoqiang, pushed Ling Chunxia's hand away, then took Ling Guoqiang's hand and put it on her forehead.
He said, "Dad, look, it's not hot anymore!"
Ling Chunxia stared at Ling Xiaowei suspiciously and muttered: "It's just burned out!"
"Dad, I don't want a stepmother!" Ling Xiaowei took Ling Guoqiang's hand and said, this matter is the most important thing.
"Your stepmother is here. I just saw her arriving at the entrance of our village!" When Ling Chunxia said this, her face was beaming, as if she was watching a good show.
Ling Xiaowei ignored Ling Chunxia. People like Ling Chunxia love to have a sense of presence. The more you talk to her, the more lawless she becomes. If you ignore her, she will find it boring and will stop.
"Dad, I heard people say that stepmothers are not good. I don't want them. I will definitely study hard in the future, go to college, earn money for you, dad, and I will provide for you in your old age." Ling Xiaowei cried as she said this!
It's not because she feels sorry for herself that she cries, it's because this is the most sincere hope in her heart.
In my last life, I was a complete jerk. Most of the reasons why my father committed suicide in the end was because of me.
"Dad...I will honor you well in the future." Ling Xiaowei cried.
At the same time, the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded outside the door, and the sound of firecrackers covered up Ling Xiaowei's voice.
"Come here, your stepmother!" Ling Chunxia shouted happily and ran out of the door.
Outside the door, grandma is giving out candies to the neighbor's children.
Ling Chunxia had to rush to grab some candies. Candies were only available during the Chinese New Year throughout the year. Of course she, Ling Chunxia, had to grab them.
"Xiaowei, go out and get some candies!" Dad smiled gently at Xiaowei, then picked up the crutches placed next to the wicker chair, used the crutches to prop up his body with one hand, and dragged the wicker chair underneath him with the other.
Grandma found someone to make this wicker chair specifically for Dad. It is light and movable.
Seeing her father struggling to move the chair, Ling Xiaowei's sad tears fell down.
"Dad, where are you going, I'll help you!" Ling Xiaowei stepped forward and asked her father to carry the wicker chair.
Ling Guoqiang wanted to enter the room. He was... shy about meeting people. He wanted to find someone to come back to. He didn't want to lose this person.
"Ouch! Guoqiang, congratulations!" At this moment, a head poked its head out of the door, and a thin, black and yellow face appeared at the door of his house.
This is Wang Han, a bachelor and lazy man from the west end of the village. He is in his forties and has not found a wife. His home is several miles away from here, with a river in between. Why did he come to his door today? Previous life
When she was young, she was very afraid of this Wang Han, and would always take a detour whenever she encountered him.
I always heard people in the village saying that this man was very dangerous and would drag the eldest girl into the woods from time to time. Later, I heard that he was arrested and imprisoned.
