In the middle of the living room is a table, with unfinished handiwork on the table.
Lin Zhiming walked to the living room and looked around.
There are some certificates and some paintings drawn by children hanging on the surrounding walls.
"Uncle, drink water." The little head named Zhao Waner handed Lin Zhiming a porcelain bowl, which was already filled with water.
"Thank you." Lin Zhiming smiled, reached out to take the water, then touched Zhao Waner's head and said, "Baby is so good."
Zhao Waner lowered her head, as if she was a little embarrassed, and said nothing. She turned around and walked to the table, climbed onto the chair, and then lay on the table to draw.
Lin Zhiming drank the water in the bowl, put it aside, stood up and walked to Zhao Waner.
Zhao Waner is painting two people, one is a little girl and the other is a woman with long hair.
Obviously, one of the two people is her and the other is her mother.
"Why don't you draw your father?" Lin Zhiming asked.
Zhao Waner shook her head, said nothing, and continued to doodle on the paper.
Lin Zhiming suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some bruises on Zhao Waner's neck.
Lin Zhiming stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhao Waner's collar and pulled it back slightly. He could clearly see that there were more bruises on Zhao Waner's back.
Lin Zhiming frowned slightly and said, "Does your father often beat you?"
Zhao Waner's body trembled slightly, and then she said, "No."
Lin Zhiming sighed, walked to the side and turned on the fan.
This room is not very ventilated and is really a bit hot.
Zhao Waner glanced at Lin Zhiming and said, "Mom won't let me open the fan, saying it's not good to blow it."
"Then you're not hot?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Hot." Zhao Waner nodded.
"If it's hot, just blow on the fan. It's not an air conditioner. It'll be fine if you blow on a little fan." Lin Zhiming said.
Zhao Waner raised her head, looked at the rotating fan above her head, and closed her eyes comfortably.
A few seconds later, Zhao Waner stood up and walked to Lin Zhiming's side, reaching out to turn off the fan switch.
"Stop blowing?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Yeah." Zhao Waner nodded.
"Was your dad at home last night?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Um."
"Did he say anything to your mother?" Lin Zhiming asked.
Zhao Waner shook her head, walked to the table, climbed on the chair, and continued to draw on the table.
Lin Zhiming looked at his watch, walked aside and sat down.
Time passed little by little.
"Have you eaten?" Lin Zhiming asked.
Zhao Waner shook her head.
Lin Zhiming stood up and walked into the kitchen.
His cooking skills are not very good, but he can still make instant noodles. There are still more than half a box of instant noodles in the kitchen. This is undoubtedly a time for Lin Zhiming to show off his cooking skills.
Lin Zhiming cooked instant noodles overnight and added a poached egg.
He walked to Zhao Waner carrying instant noodles, put the instant noodles on the table and said, "Let's eat first."
Zhao Waner glanced at the instant noodles, then at Lin Zhiming, and said, "I want to wait for my mother to come back to eat."
"Your mother won't be back for a while." Lin Zhiming said.
Zhao Waner was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "Mom, are you dead?"
"Do you know what death is?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"I don't know." Zhao Waner shook her head. For her who only studied in the upper class at the age of five, death is still a very vague word.
"Then how do you say she is dead?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Because my father kept asking my mother last night, why don't you die? Our family's life will be better if you die." Zhao Waner said.
Hearing this, Lin Zhiming fell silent.
"Mom also said that if you really want me to die, then I will die tomorrow and I will leave a large sum of money to you and the baby." Zhao Waner added.
Lin Zhiming remained silent, but felt that he had not wanted to kill someone so much in his heart for a long time.
"Uncle, what is death?" Zhao Waner asked doubtfully.
"Death..." Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Waner and wanted to use some of the rhetoric on TV to explain, such as going to work in a distant place. However, when he saw Zhao Waner's eyes, Lin Zhiming gave up.
idea.
"Death means that the body disappears from this world, it means that you will never see this person again, and she will never come back to you again." Lin Zhiming said.
Zhao Waner looked at Lin Zhiming in surprise.
A few seconds later, tears appeared in Zhao Waner's eyes.
"Will I never see my mother again?" Zhao Waner asked.
"Yes, it will never be possible to see her again for the rest of my life. She is dead and there will no longer be a person like your mother in this world. No more." Lin Zhiming nodded.
"Oh..." Zhao Waner said softly, and after a few seconds, she said, "Then... can I go to the place where my mother went even if I die?"
Lin Zhiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Maybe."
Zhao Waner's eyes lit up after hearing these words.
"Then how can I die?" Zhao Waner asked excitedly.
"Death is a very painful thing. Before you die, you need to endure a lot of pain, very painful!" Lin Zhiming said.
"I'm not afraid. It hurts every time dad hits me, but I'm not afraid. I don't even cry!" Zhao Waner said proudly.
Lin Zhiming smiled, reached out and touched Zhao Waner's head, and said, "Uncle just lied to you. Even if you die, you will not be able to see your mother. Not only that, you will not be able to see your mother."
Dad, if you can’t see your friends, you won’t be able to see anyone.”
Zhao Waner frowned, looked at Lin Zhiming and said, "It's okay if I can't see my father, and it's okay if I can't see my friends, because everyone says I'm dirty and don't like to play with me. I just want to see my mother."
"I can't see you anymore." Lin Zhiming shook his head.
"Then I can see you after I die." Zhao Waner said.
"You won't die." Lin Zhiming said.
"Why?" Zhao Waner asked.
"Because you are still young, you will not die at such a young age." Lin Zhiming said.
"Then how can I die?" Zhao Waner asked.
"When you grow up and grow very big, you will die." Lin Zhiming said.
"That will take a long time!" Zhao Waner pouted and said aggrievedly.
"Yes, it will take a long time. If you want to grow up, you have to eat. Eat this noodles quickly." Lin Zhiming said.
"Oh!" Zhao Waner nodded, feeling that what Lin Zhiming said made sense, so she picked up her chopsticks and ate Lin Zhiming's noodles.
Zhao Waner ate very seriously and quickly.
Many children at this age are still in the stage of being chased by their parents to feed them, but Zhao Waner eats well by herself, and she even knows how to hold the bowl with one hand, which is a habit that many adults don't have.
Lin Zhiming always remembered what his father told him when he was a child: to hold on to the bowl while eating, this is called holding on to your job.
Zhao Waner quickly finished the large bowl of noodles. After that, Zhao Waner jumped off the chair with the bowl and chopsticks in hand and walked into the kitchen.
She was very short and couldn't reach the stove at all, but this didn't stop her. She moved a chair and put it under the stove, then stepped on the chair, turned on the faucet with her small hands, and carefully put all the dishes
Clean it up.
"Can you wash dishes?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Yes." Zhao Waner nodded and said, "I am mom's little helper."
"That's awesome!" Lin Zhiming praised with a smile.
After washing the dishes, Zhao Waner put the dishes away and then took a rag to wipe the table.
Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Waner and felt that this girl did not look like a five-year-old child at all. Many fifteen-year-old children did not even have her hands-on ability.
After doing this, Zhao Waner climbed onto the chair again and lay on the table to draw.
It seems that painting has become her only hobby.
"Don't you watch TV?" Lin Zhiming asked.
For children, television is definitely the most attractive.
"I don't like to see it." Zhao Waner shook her head.
"There are still children who don't like watching TV? I don't believe it!" Lin Zhiming muttered, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
The TV is showing Bear Bears, which is a favorite cartoon of many children.
Lin Zhiming turned up his voice a little bit in a wicked way.
Zhao Waner watched the TV for a while, then frowned and looked at Lin Zhiming and said, "Uncle, your TV is too loud and it disturbs me."
"You really don't want to watch it!" Lin Zhiming turned off the TV in embarrassment.
Zhao Waner lowered her head to draw without saying a word.
At this moment, Zhao Waner suddenly put away all her pens and papers on the table.
"What's wrong?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Dad is back, uncle, don't make dad angry, he will beat people!" Zhao Waner said as she walked into a nearby room and closed the door.
Zhao Dalong is back?
Lin Zhiming was stunned. He didn't feel anyone approaching at this time. His hearing was far better than that of ordinary people and he had received professional training. Generally speaking, he could hear clearly the sound of footsteps ten meters away.
At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps reached Lin Zhiming's ears.
Hearing the footsteps, Lin Zhiming frowned.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, obviously heading towards this room.
Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Waner's room.
Obviously, Zhao Waner heard the footsteps earlier than herself, and she could also judge who the owner of the footsteps was based on the footsteps!
Such ability can never be acquired through training, so the only explanation is...talent!!
Zhao Waner has amazing listening talent!
Lin Zhiming's pupils shrank slightly...
Just then, the door creaked open.
Zhao Dalong, who looked drunk and smelled of alcohol, walked in from the door.
Judging from Zhao Dalong's appearance, he must have had a heavy drink outside.
Lin Zhiming was sitting in the living room. Zhao Dalong didn't notice it at first. It wasn't until Zhao Dalong walked into the living room that he saw Lin Zhiming.
"Xiao Lin! Why are you at my house!" Zhao Dalong frowned and looked at Lin Zhiming.