Chapter 147

I didn't ask much.

About that man, like her death, she will be killed every time she touches it.

At best, it verified my guess.

I don't know why I deliberately revealed the news here. She has been hanging on to her all the time, and she, my mother, knows that there is a trap ahead, but she steps in every time.

Just for the faint hope.

In this world, there are several healthy women who submit to love, many of them are injured and bruised, but they still don't give up trying to get up and still worship foolishly.

"You'll know sooner or later."

Before my mother left, she repeated this several times before going back.

That man occupied her spirit, so that she didn't even die. She grabbed me and asked ah Xin hysterically again.

It's getting late.

I took a disgusting look at the still decorated yard behind me, and then waved a taxi to leave.

Sometimes blood is not so strong. At least when I should hate it, it never makes me hate less, and sometimes even makes me even more unhappy about my identity.

After all, who doesn't want to be born with the golden key, who doesn't want to be born on the finish line.

But in the end, it was just a wishful thinking, and he could only confine himself in this imaginary cage.

It doesn't make any sense.

Lin Zhu once said that I was amorous on the face, but in my bones, I was particularly cold and cold.

In fact, I'm similar to Qin Langjun. I'm the same person in my bones.

Thinking of this, I gently sneered, but later I felt a burst of sadness.

People on the road come and go, but I don't know where to go.

Oh, confused.

The high heels were broken because they were too high. I simply sat on the side of the road and looked at the vehicles coming and going, holding my cheeks.

Try to find a feeling that can make me feel a little at ease in the busy street.

If there were no such things, if I had been a well behaved and obedient woman looking for a job after graduation, would I be living a more ordinary but warm life now?

Cutting through thorns and thorns, deliberately publicizing and domineering days are more, and there will always be limits. People are prominent in front of people and suffer after people. That's what I say.

A lifetime of restlessness.

I'm afraid it will really be my destiny.

But I don't believe in fate.

Rao is that I'm wrong step by step. Rao is that I can't be clean on my hands, but I'm still unwilling to obey the so-called fate.

My cell phone rang several times before I recovered from my absence.

It's Qin Langjun.

Ask me where I am.

I reported a place, hung up my cell phone and looked at the people around me.

I don't know when a little boy, about four or five years old, was looking at me in doubt.

"Aunt, why are you begging here?"

Innocent look, grape's big eyes are black and round, with the innocence and purity of being unfamiliar with the world. People can't bear to defile which is a Wang of clear water in their eyes.

I was ready to raise my smile and slowly stiffened.

Angry and angry, he looked at the child in front of him and couldn't help but say a few words. Are the children so unhappy now, and the words he said are so badly beaten.

"Call sister." I tried to twist his name.

But I didn't expect him to be so stubborn.

This is the first time I met, so familiar and kept calling aunt.

The child still looked at me stubbornly and repeated the problem again.

"Aunt, why are you begging here?"

Speak softly, with a child's unique innocence.

Obviously, it should be childlike words, obviously it should be laughed off, but such innocence stabbed my heart.

Once upon a time, I also imagined that Rao was born in such an unbearable family. I must be able to change my destiny with my own ability, and I certainly won't fall to such a point.

But I didn't expect it to be the same.

Cause and effect reincarnation can never tolerate resistance.

I understand everything and see it clearly, but I never want to admit my fate. It was like this before and it is like this now.

"It's not begging." I looked at him with a smile, pressed down the darkness and depression at the bottom of my heart, raised my biggest smile, pondered for a while and said, "but it's almost the same."

No matter how arrogant I am, I still look at other people's faces and act recklessly by relying on other people's power.

I've seen countless people succeed in the upper position with their own skills, but few can successfully wash themselves. Once you step into such an industry and get contaminated, even if you can't help yourself, you will still carry this stain for a lifetime.

I get used to watching too much.

"Aunt, you can refuel instead of begging."

He didn't seem to understand what I said. His fat body squatted here and said.

Because he spoke too hard, he swayed a few times and almost sat on the ground.

When I heard this, I gently laughed and tears came out. If it was so easy, I would work hard with all my strength. Why should I go to the end in the dark.

"No, if you don't study hard, you will be like me, so miserable."

I deliberately put a straight face in front of him and frightened him.

But a young woman in the back came in a hurry, hugged the fat boy, looked at me warily, and left in a hurry.

Even the eyes didn't have one more. He left like a thief.

Only the fat boy in her arms kept sticking out his head and trying to say something.

Just now he was picked up in a hurry and said nothing else. He only had time to leave a dirty coin under my feet.

The coin was stained with oil paint, but it looked like a fat boy who stubbornly clenched his fist and waved at me just now.

Seems to be asking me, why do you have to beg like this?

Isn't it good to work hard?

I reached out and picked up the coin. It wasn't too dirty. I grabbed it directly in my hand.

The emotions that had just been suppressed to almost erupt now seemed to be smoothed down, and the extremely dark ideas that popped out of my mind were also pressed down.

What do you want to do so much.

Don't people earn money when they live.

"Begging is addictive?"

I was ready to breathe a sigh of relief. By the way, such a voice suddenly fell on the celestial cover.

Neither salty nor light, calm, not even much ups and downs.

I looked up and saw someone I knew.

He stood beside me, his tall body blocked most of the light, and a large shadow fell down, but at this moment, he had an extra peace of mind.