Chapter 4

She finally came back and will live a good life, so she will be very careful to protect everything in front of her, otherwise she is afraid of another collapse beyond her control.

"Liangliang, here you are."

Zhou Lanping touched her for a long time. This is how she found some money. She put the money in front of Liu Liang.

"When the flowers are finished, tell your mother."

Zhou Lanping smiled and didn't seem to care about money at all, but everyone could see how short she was. The clothes on her body had been washed white, and even the sleeves had been sewn.

Liu Liang lowered her head and looked at the money on the table. In the 1990s, the monthly salary was only three or four hundred yuan. Zhou Lanping was a second grade teacher in primary school. At this time, the salary of primary school teachers was lower, only three hundred and twenty yuan.

She took the money and counted it. There were 50 yuan, 50 yuan, which can be said to be the living expenses of an ordinary family in January.

Liu Liang suddenly thought of something. She took her schoolbag from the ground, turned it inside for a long time, and finally took out a handful of money from a small pocket.

Because her memory is too far away, she forgot some things. She remembers that when she came back from the Xu family, her mother gave her most of her salary, and how did she spend it at that time? They all forgot, but remember that this may be the most free and worry free day in her life.

She must have what she wants, and she must have what others don't have. So she spends a lot of money. I don't know at all. Zhou Lanping, an ordinary primary school teacher, only earns about 300 yuan in January. How difficult is it to support herself and a daughter who spends a lot of money?

She grabbed the money and stuffed it back into her schoolbag.

Then she picked up her schoolbag and walked into her room. Her mother lives in a small house and she lives in a big house. Now she really feels that Zhou Lanping doesn't raise a daughter at all, but an ancestor who eats people and doesn't spit bones.

No matter she or the one in front, she didn't treat her mother well and said that her children were the enemies of her previous life. She thought that she must be the great enemy of her mother in her previous life. Otherwise, how could she do those vicious things to her biological mother, and even let her mother take the road of suicide in the end, just to let her live a few more days.

She put her hand on her head, and the memory of two lives was confused in her brain. It also made her whole head seem to be stuffed with a pile of things, which was about to be blown up.

When she threw her schoolbag on the ground, she threw her whole person on the wooden bed. There was a unique smell of this era outside. There was no traffic jam everywhere, and there was no haze everywhere every winter. The air was still fresh at this time. In fact, people at this time were very easy to meet.

She didn't even have the quilt covered. When she closed her eyes, those memories mixed with her past were almost like running water and crazy flowing into her brain.

This is the deepest, most cruel, most hurt and most painful place in her memory.

A young girl carrying her schoolbag walked into a magnificent house. After living in a small house with several people and dozens of people sharing a toilet tube building, she knew what heaven was. For her, this place is heaven now.

"Although you have nothing to do with our family, you are raised by our family."

The lady raised her eyes and glanced at the girl in poor clothes. "Your mother really has no ability. It's only a few days to raise you to such a small family."

The girl just stood there and it was embarrassing to please.

"It's not impossible for you to come back." the woman snorted coldly, and her tone was like charity.

"If you want to come back, you'll come back. It's still our Xu family, but we Xu family dare not raise you for nothing. You have to do the sanitation, laundry and cooking in this house. After all, if it weren't for you and your mother, my Jiajia couldn't have suffered for twelve years for nothing."

The girl grabbed the hand of the schoolbag and grasped it hard, but at last she nodded her head. In order to return to a place that was not her home, she paid her respect and broke her heart.

Then, in this place like a palace, she fell asleep in the most biased grocery room. There were no windows and only a shabby wooden bed. She got up before five o'clock every day and began to clean the house, buy vegetables and cook. She was always busy and had a bright appearance, but what was she in the mainland?

Time is like a mirror, broken into pieces. Every piece is her humble day. She smiles at others and raises her chin to her classmates. She is like a parasite. Living in this rich family, she wastes her youth and life. She never even enjoyed life and loved her life until she was ill, She was thrown out like garbage. Her mother picked her up, fed her, drank her, dressed her, treated her, and gave her all the money she had saved.

My mother said that it was originally for her. No matter how bad she is, it is my mother's treasure.

That woman propped up a broken home with her thin shoulders, and a daughter who was never obedient and bad.

But no matter what others say, she takes her daughter as a treasure.

They said, don't save it, it can't live.

They said that she didn't recognize you and thought you were poor. What are you doing to save her now?

They say that she is a white eyed wolf. Even if she lives in the future, she will find rich people.

But the silly woman still had no reason to sell all the things she could sell, borrowed all the money she could borrow, and even, in the end, those who didn't know each other were hiding when they saw them.

A door was opened and a thin woman came in. She came to the hospital bed and held a hand like a chicken claw

Even if it was thin and black, she still hung a warm smile on her face, just like her hands, warm, warm, inclusive and pacifying all.

"No, mom will save you."

But who could see the slight trembling of her shoulders when she was laughing.

Save, how to save, penniless they can't even afford a bowl of rice now.

The woman raised her hand and gently stroked her daughter's non adult face. She was not afraid. You still had your mother's.

What she often says is that she is not afraid. There is a mother. She is not afraid.

That night, the wind was very strong, even it was raining heavily. The thin woman stood in the wind and rain. She raised her face. The yellow light under the street lamp made people feel more and more. Her face was pale and thin under wrinkles.

One car after another rushed through the wind and rain. Suddenly, she ran towards one car.

Then she was hit hard and fell heavily. The rain hit her face from time to time, but strangely, her face was peaceful.

The corners of her lips moved slightly.

It still seems to be that sentence.

Don't be afraid, there is a mothe