My mother screamed in agony at the top of her lungs.
Her tears were like floods bursting from the embankment.
They couldn't stop rolling out of her eyes crazily.
This scene of heartbreak and heartbreak made me unable to help but feel that my mother was crying.
My nose was sore and uncomfortable, and my whole heart was twitching and aching.
"Uh uh uh uh uh, mother, the baby doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt," I said seriously to my mother.
Familiar, my mother doesn’t play by common sense at all.
After hearing what I said, she cried even more fiercely.
She cried out for a long time and said to me with choked sobs: "Everyone."
You were beaten like this, how could it not hurt?"
Then, a sharp cry kept ringing in my ears, almost tearing my eardrums alive.
Seeing her mother crying like this, Aunt Suning not only didn't know how to try to persuade her and share her master's worries, but she also started crying with her mother, and she almost cried harder than her mother.
Seeing these two people in front of me holding each other's arms and crying, and their cries were louder and more miserable, I couldn't help but feel completely messed up in the wind, and the corner of my mouth was twitching like a convulsion, on the verge of madness.
After a long time, I finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and shouted with all my strength, "Mom, if the ink stains continue like this, the blood on the baby's body will smear all over his clothes." , when the time comes, let alone applying the medicine, I won’t be able to take it off, and maybe it will even grow into my flesh.”
I alarmed in a serious tone.
After listening to my words, my mother's crying finally stopped.
She first carefully pulled the handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face, and then took a dark green baby from Aunt Suning's hand.
The little baggage, and then waved his hand to Aunt Suning, asking her to retreat and guard behind the door.
While my mother was carefully peeling off my blood-stained clothes, she couldn't stop crying and kept saying that she wanted to have sex with my father.
I couldn't help but scream, and at one point I howled like the sound of killing a pig.
My mother nervously said to me, "Is it because my mother's hand was a little too heavy and it hurt you?"
"No."
My whole face turned pale, and I squeezed out these two words through my teeth with great difficulty.
"Then why is my son screaming in pain like this?"
The mother looked confused.
"Because the mother deliberately rubbed salt on the child's wounds."
"Nonsense," my mother scolded me, "How long have you been making a joke like this?"
"You're not talking nonsense, mother, your tears dripped onto my wound.
It's so salty, baby, it hurts."
After hearing what I said, my mother quickly wiped away her tears and smiled sheepishly at me.
I left my whole body completely naked in the air.
Even though there were several large heaters burning brightly in the room, I still felt an unsatisfactory chill, and there was a dense layer of goosebumps all over my body.
Mother, on the other hand, took out the bottles and jars from the little bundle, lowered her head very attentively, and applied it on my wounds meticulously.
Even though it was extremely painful, I still didn’t say a word, biting my lip and persisting.
Big drops of sweat on my forehead smeared my face, and it continued like a river.
The drops gathered, gathered, and formed into a very big drop.
Finally, it slipped from my face and hit the ground with a loud "snap", creating a small whirlpool.
In order to divert my attention a little bit, I endured the pain and joked seriously: "Fortunately, the chest binder made by mother is really thick and tight, otherwise, the child will really be beaten today."
It’s all over my body.”
I still pulled my lips and deliberately laughed dryly.
"If you dare to continue to mess with your father, no matter how thick the chest is, it won't save you."
My mother yelled at me angrily, her eyes were red and swollen.
"My kid, I told you everything.
Now that I know it, I will never dare to do it again."
I said pretending to be relaxed.
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"If you could just change it a little bit, I'm afraid the sun would rise in the west."
My mother scolded me angrily and helplessly.
After applying the medicine, my mother helped me to the bedside with great kindness.
When I saw the crumpled rags on the bed, they were covered with pudding, and some black cotton wool was exposed.
It smelled very sour. , why did it look like it was a shabby quilt snatched from a beggar?
His brows couldn't help but wrinkle again and again, and he stared at me blankly, with a look of confusion on his face.
I smiled calmly and said, "Mom, you don't know what's going on.
According to Xiao Dezi, this is entirely the good intention of your father.
He said that when heaven is going to give a great responsibility to a person, he must first work hard on his determination. , strain their muscles and bones, starve their body skin, deplete their body, and mess up their actions, so they move The heart is tolerant and can do what it can't do.
Children have been spoiled since childhood and lack some training, so they are such bastards.
They say that food and clothing can only make them think.
Therefore, these are specially prepared for children.
They must be pressed Let the child go and exercise, so that the child can have a clear mind and a clear nature."
I stretched out my finger and pointed at the shit-yellow bun with green hair that was placed neatly on the bedside, as well as the dark pickle lump next to the bun head that was still smelly.
Then my mother said, "No, those fathers have worked really hard to prevent their children from having to worry about food and clothing."
I said leisurely and leisurely, my tone full of damn open-mindedness.
The mother was almost swallowed whole by the raging anger.
She rudely lifted all the bedding on the bed to the floor, then found a clean and brand-new one from the cupboard and put it on, and kept pressing it.
I muttered, saying that there are wounds all over my body now, and I can’t touch water or anything dirty.
And from beginning to end, I just kept saying "oh" one after another in a soft voice.
Looking at my mother's busy back and listening to her warnings that kept ringing in my ears, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart.
I couldn't help but pull my lips and laugh out loud.
Facing this deep picture of me, Immersed in happiness, still looking like immersed I couldn't help myself, but my mother had a look of surprise on her face.
She poked my forehead with her finger again and again, and kept saying that I was a ghost for the past eight years.
One day, I would definitely hire a profound mage to come and treat me.
I can't do my best to drive away evil spirits.
After the quilt was laid out, I buried my entire body deeply into the brocade quilt, only half of my head sticking out.
"Wu'er, on that day, didn't you say that you wanted to explain to Mr.
Tongjun why you wanted to forcefully feed him the drug?"
The mother put on a show of questioning, "Wu'er, you are really You are too bastard.
If you do that, Master Jun will hate you to the core and will never like you again in the future."
"Uh uh uh uh uh, mother, do you want to hear the truth from your child?"
I cautiously inquired at my mother, my eyes darting around and looking at the expression on my mother's face.
With.
"What's the truth?"
My mother sat on the edge of the bed, fanning her face with cold air with a handkerchief, as if she was very angry with me.
"Actually, I've never liked that bastard Jun Mo," I said weakly.
After hearing this, my mother jumped up from the bed like a spring, raised her hand holding the handkerchief high, and pretended to hold me down and beat me hard.
I was so frightened that I immediately pulled the brocade quilt over my head.
He pulled it up and pulled it up, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
He accused his mother with a lot of resentment: "Grandpa, father, uncle, cousin, they turned their elbows outward one by one, that's all.
Why can't my mother do that?"
Then he turned out."
My mother angrily said to me: "Didn't you say that you like Mr.
Jun, and you also begged me to help you?
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Why are you saying that you don't like it now with red lips and white teeth?"
, my son is really too casual."
"Mother, my child has never liked that bastard from the beginning to the end.
My child only dreams about driving him away.
If I tell my mother the truth, my mother will definitely not help my child. , so in order to lure that bastard into the trap that the child had worked so hard to design, the child had no choice but to lie to his mother like that."
"Your" mother was so angry that she was gnashing her teeth.
Looking at her look, it looked like she had done such a bad thing to me.
"The child's eyes are not blind, and his head is not burned out, so no matter what, he will not fall in love with him.
For this, mother should feel very lucky," I defended myself confidently.
"Young Master Jun is such a good person.
Why do I have to let others down time and time again without fear of breaking their hearts?"
Every word contained a strong sense of condemnation.
"Hehehehehe, mother is really good at joking.
That bastard has no heart at all, and he is not a human being at all.
He is just a dog."
I couldn't help feeling anxious, and almost dismissed Jun Mo's bastard as a salted fish. , he told his mother everything, so he hurriedly changed his words and said, "That bastard is really not a good person."
Man, he just wanted to press the child hard, play with it, and have fun with the child.
That bastard was not as gentle and polite as he seemed on the surface.
He was really vulgar and cruel.
He is domineering and ruthless.
If the child really doesn't open his eyes and looks at him, he will torture him to death sooner or later."
"How can my son say such things to Mr.
Jun without fear of chilling his heart?"
"Mother knows that the child has always been a person who has a clear distinction between love and hatred and is very righteous.
If that bastard is really affectionate and righteous to the child, can the child hate him so much?
That bastard is really insidious.
Very, while pestering her cousin, she also coveted the ten people in the house.
The seven sisters and our Zhou family's property, even if the child tried his best, he couldn't be driven away.
The child really hated him to death and wanted to strangle him alive."
I gritted my teeth angrily.
As he spoke, his eyes were filled with a fierce look that was so intense that it couldn't be resolved at all.
"Wu'er" "Mother, as long as you are alive, you should have a sense of shame, but this bastard is completely different.
He is shameless and shameless, and he is so shameless.
Mother, it is simply outrageous.
I also know that the child has been sarcastic and sarcastic about that bastard more than once, and even openly sarcastic and sarcastic in front of that bastard.
His words are extremely ugly. , but that bastard didn’t react at all.
Could it be that my mother never thought about why that bastard didn’t react at all?
It’s obvious that he is shameless.”
I burst into tears and kept accusing that bastard of his crimes, and I wanted to beat my chest and stamp my feet, shouting and crying.
Finally, I solemnly said to my mother with blood and tears: "Mother, my child really shouldn't mess with this bastard, let alone I shouldn’t have brought this bastard back to the capital, I’m really regretful to death
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