My name is Lorna.
As I was about to leave this bustling city in the car, I thought of the years I spent working in nightclubs, and the days when I wiped away my tears and continued doing it.
I only felt wistful and regretful.
Lorna is not my real name.
My parents were divorced.
I was pushed back and forth, and no one was willing to continue spending money to support my education.
They even took great action for my sake.
I don’t know how many times my stepmother and stepfather tore and beat me back and forth as a weakling.
My body was covered in bruises.
When I was only nine years old, I ran away from home in tears and was abducted by human traffickers.
They sold me to a prostitute, and it was this prostitute who gave me a new name and a new life.
Nightclubs were not popular at that time, and there were many small karaoke bars and street girls.
My adoptive mother was a street girl.
She stood in the alley with heavy makeup all day long, and brought a different man back every night.
I always hid in my room, lying on the desk and doing my homework, quietly listening to my adoptive mother's faintly hypocritical voice.
Despite this environment, I didn't feel anything.
My adoptive mother was very kind to me.
She provided for me to go to school and took care of me eating, drinking, sleeping and sleeping every day.
It is said that because he was unable to have children in this industry and was disheartened by men, he asked someone to find a human trafficker, hoping to have a child as sustenance and hope.
Originally, she didn't want her to be as old as me because she was worried about memorizing things and knowing that her biological parents would not be able to support her in the future and would run away.
But because I told her in front of her that I have no parents and I want a good mother.
My adoptive mother used to be called Wan'er, but as she got older, everyone changed her name to Wan Niang.
As her name suggests, she is actually a very gentle and virtuous woman, and she still has the charm of a mature lady.
It’s just that when I drink too much, I always lose my temper and yell at me, but after I lose my temper, I will hug me and cry.
I don't know what she has been through, but I feel pity for her inexplicably, and I never thought of leaving her.
When I was twelve years old, one of Wan Niang's mistresses, Uncle Chen, who had some underworld background, opened a small nightclub and called Wan Niang, who was running out of customers, to be the manager with girls.
Wan Niang is very sociable and has no bad intentions.
In fact, people from all walks of life call her brothers and sisters.
The girls are also managed obediently.
The nightclub slowly becomes popular.
In just one year, it Opened a branch.
When I was eighteen years old, Uncle Chen ended his small business and opened the largest and most luxurious nightclub in the city.
Wan Niang was extremely happy.
After all, she was a pioneer in pioneering wasteland, and she made a lot of money.
She drove a luxury car every day and took me, the rich second generation, around everywhere.
Wan Niang said that I was her lucky star and it must be the blessing I brought to her, so she treated me better and said she would send me to study abroad.
However, something unexpected happened.
Uncle Chen suddenly had a heart attack and passed away.
Wan Niang was slapped home by Uncle Chen's wife Wu Li.
In the past few years, Wan Niang's hard-earned money, house and car were also taken away.
Wan Niang didn't dare to say anything.
Wan Niang knew the other party's methods best, and she might lose her life.
The most important thing is that she also took me, an eighteen-year-old girl with her.
According to Wan Niang, "This is fate.
I made a lot of money working for others for nothing.
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I planned to save money for two more years and leave here.
Who would have thought that Uncle Chen would leave so suddenly."
When Uncle Chen fell, because Wu Li came to power, Wan Niang's usual friends also stayed away from Wan Niang.
With her age and figure already out of shape, it was difficult for Wan Niang to make a comeback, and she couldn't even do her old job.
She took me to rent a house, and her life became increasingly poor.
She was used to living a rich life, and Wan Niang couldn't stand it.
The sense of gap was obvious, and she lay on the sofa in the small living room all day long, drinking.
"Mom, don't be like this."
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I stepped forward and hugged Wan Niang while crying, "We two will live a good life, and I will work to earn money to support you."
"Study abroad, I can't stay, I haven't gone to college yet, the money you make is not enough for me to drink a glass of wine."
Wan Niang pushed me away and yelled at me angrily, "You can make money by doing chicken."
"I will do it if you ask me to do it," I choked while crying.
I didn't know if I would do it, but that's what I said.
With a "pop" sound, Wan Niang slapped me hard, "Bah, it's not for nothing that he raised you."
I felt so wronged that I cried harder while holding my cheek that was hot from being beaten.
She has never hit me like this, but I know she feels bad too Wan Niang didn't know how to face me who had just been beaten.
She rubbed her face vigorously, got up and left the house unsteadily.
I wiped away my tears and started to tidy up the messy living room.
I thought she would come back soon, but she was gone for three days and three nights.
I was so anxious that I searched many places where she often went for three days but couldn't find her.
Wan Niang has been instilling in me since I was a child the idea that I should not call the police if something happens, because their line of work is a secluded one and the police don't dare to deal with her.
She will think about it if something happens.
There will be people from all walks of life who can help.
But in the past few years, in my eyes, Wan Niang has always had a smooth life and never told me when something went wrong.
Now I don't know who to ask for help.
Only later did I realize how much Wan Niang loved me.
In such an environment, she could actually raise me like a flower in a greenhouse.
I didn’t know any of the people from all walks of life who were said to be able to help me. .
Just because of what I said when we first met, that I wanted a good mother, she really had good intentions.
Just when I was debating whether to call the police, Wan Niang came back with a depressed look on her face and disheveled hair.
There were some bruises on her cheeks and bruises on her arms.
Behind her were several middle-aged men with strong muscles and fleshy faces.
She went to the casino to gamble for three days and three nights.
The result was obvious.
She lost all her pants and owed hundreds of thousands.
Several middle-aged men got the IOU signed by me and stamped Wan Niang's hand before they were willing to leave.
I sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the blue sky outside the window and the birds flying freely in the blue sky.
This IOU means that every month in the future, I have to repay more than 20,000 yuan just in interest.
What kind of job can earn me enough 20,000 yuan a month?
I am a girl with no education, no principal, and only youth.
Wan Niang sat down next to me with a glass of wine, lit a cigarette, drank the wine, and smoked the cigarette without saying anything.
I understand her very well and don't hate her.
She has been in the habit of gambling for a long time, and she often wins.
I know that she wants to get money, not only to live a good life for herself, but also to support my education, and doesn't want me to follow her old path.
It's just that she has a sharp mouth and is too proud to say such disgusting words.
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"Mom, I'm going to cook for you."
We were silent until it got dark, then I got up and walked to the kitchen.
Wan Niang looked at me, then couldn't help but follow her, took out some vegetables from the refrigerator, and picked them casually next to me, "Nana, let's run away."
"Where can I escape and get caught?
I'll still be able to eat the good stuff with my hands."
I gritted my teeth and turned around, choking slightly.
Wan Niang was silent, and slowly continued to pick vegetables.
Her eyes were blank and she didn't know what she was thinking.
After picking the vegetables, she turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
She stopped again when she walked out of the kitchen door, "My mother is a chicken, and my daughter can also make chicken."
It's nothing."
Putting down these seemingly cold words, she returned to the living room and started drinking heavily.
After a while, I heard her crying, crying miserably and plaintively.
The air seemed to be filled with her full regret.
I was infected by this atmosphere, and there was a rush of heat at the tip of my nose, but I didn't cry, I held it back and continued cooking.
A "pop" sound came.
I was startled and ran out of the kitchen.
Wan Niang actually broke the wine bottle.
I saw her holding broken glass and stabbing the sharp glass shards into her right hand, causing blood to flow all over the floor.
Her crying stopped at this moment.
She looked at her trembling hands that were bleeding, wiped away her tears, and looked back at me with a smile, "I'll try to see if it hurts.
It doesn't hurt.
I don't want this hand anymore."
Let them chop it up, you are not allowed to go to work."
"Is the casino you went to Uncle Chen's?"
I didn't answer her words.
I walked up to her slowly and calmly and asked seriously.
"Yes."
Wan Niang nodded and took a tissue to wipe the blood from her palms.
I knelt down on one knee in front of Wan Niang, took the tissue from her hand, and gently wiped her wound, "Then the casino should belong to Uncle Chen's wife now."
Wan Niang was startled for a moment, as if she understood something.
I took a deep breath and felt a little helpless.
Wan Niang has been a real person all her life.
She has never framed anyone, and she has no intention of framing anyone.
She will be eliminated sooner or later.
Her time has passed. .
I went to get the medical kit, bandaged Wan Niang's wound, and kissed her hand tenderly, "It's this hand that held me and gave me a home.
I can't let anything happen to it."
Wan Niang cried, weakly crying, and couldn't help but hug me into her arms, "Mom, I'm sorry for you.
I didn't expect that she took everything I had and couldn't relieve her anger over the matter between me and Lao Chen, so she came to you. , this is a deliberate trap for me, forcing you to do this business, do you know the bitterness?"
I hugged Wan Niang and swallowed all the tears into my stomach.
Tell myself, I have to go to work, and follow Uncle Chen’s wife’s wishes and go to her biggest nightclub.
I want to get back everything she owes Wan Niang: