Stepmother: Blood Will Have Blood

Chapter 7

In the music radio, there was a song. "Lying on the bed, watching the sky shed tears and letting the cold wind blow. In the cold dream, I can't get together with you... It's like floating flower fragrance in the wind, faint and light."

Mother! I will never get your love again. You have passed away. In this cold dream, can I see you again?

My mouth was full of the taste of blood, and my fist was broken, but I still bit hard. If I didn't bite my fist, I would immediately burst into tears in public.

After some time, the ground below my face was covered with a puddle of tears. My shoulders were twitching violently, and I was crying so hard that I could not control myself.

A man next to her called the employee of Tianfu. She bowed her head and asked softly, "Kid, what's wrong with you? Can't you find your mother? Don't cry. Tell me your mother's name. I'll go to the radio right away. Her mother will come soon."

I could no longer control myself and burst into tears. I got up and ran out of the house.

"If I can get my mom back with a radio, I would rather exchange my life for it!"

It was already past two o'clock in the morning at the beach. I had been shivering on the beach for a few hours with my knees in my arms, and I had been crying for a few hours.

The cold wind ruthlessly slapped my body, and I was as cold as ice from inside to outside.

I couldn't even make a sound when I was crying. My fist was bitten by me and was bleeding. I was already disappointed.

The strong pain made living become cruel. Sometimes, living needs more courage than death. But the pain won't reduce because I can't bear it. On the contrary, it is more difficult for me to resist because of my young body and mind.

The clock at the edge of the sea pointed at 5 o'clock. I stood up stiffly and walked into the sea with tears on my face.

The sea was so cold that I shivered. I didn't hesitate at all. I looked at the distant sky and darkness and walked in step by step.

The sea water reached my waist, my chest, my neck, and my mouth. I held my breath and continued to walk toward the sea. The sea water finally reached my head...

It was pitch dark.

Chapter 13

I walked in the black tunnel, and I couldn't see anything in the darkness. The darkness and coldness swallowed me up. I couldn't make a sound, but I wasn't afraid. I felt that my mother was not far away. Although I couldn't see her, I firmly believed that as long as I kept exploring, I would surely touch my mother.

After some time, I felt Mother's aura getting closer and closer to me. Feeling thrilled, I stretched my arms out and touched Mother's warm hand. "Mother! Mother!" I exclaimed with joy.

Suddenly, someone was shaking me and talking to me. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up. I narrowed my eyes slightly because of the harsh light. I heard a woman saying, "Hey, this child is awake. She's calling me mom!"

I opened my eyes suddenly and found that I was holding her hand tightly. She was wearing glasses, gentle and elegant, with a work card on her chest. It said that she was a reporter from the TV station. At the same time, there was a camera facing me, and I was still dripping water. I was lying on the emergency bed of the hospital. The female reporter and several doctors and nurses were talking about something in a hurry and then came to ask me where I was.

I looked at them in despair and my heart was filled with icehouses. It turned out that it wasn't me. No, it wasn't me. The hand I caught wasn't my mother's hand. Everything was just an illusion. Everything was just an illusion. I couldn't find my mother anymore. I couldn't find her anymore... Her mother really left me and disappeared, leaving me alone wandering in this cold world...

He was homeless and had no one to rely on.

I habitually put my fist into my mouth and controlled myself not to cry. Since the death of my mother, every time I couldn't control myself from crying, I put my fist into my mouth, afraid that others would hear me and laugh at me as an unmothered child.

There was a very poor little girl in the class. She had no mother since she was a child. Facing others' bullying, she did not explain or cry. She just timidly kept retreating to the wall and there was no way to retreat. She just helplessly looked at the person who bullied her. Until the threat was solved, she ran to a place without anyone to cry secretly.

Every time I held a broom or schoolbag to help her beat back those bad boys, and then when she cried alone, I could only look at her behind her helplessly.

My mom always took pity on her and called her to my house for dinner. She followed my mom timidly and begged for the mother's love she lost in her mother's body.

Unexpectedly, not long later, I fell into the same sad and helpless situation as her.

The reporters kept saying something and wiping my tears. The camera kept shooting at me. I couldn't stand the reporter's pitiful eyes anymore. I turned around and lay on the pillow, crying loudly.

After a while, a reporter came to me and told me that an old man who got up in the morning and ran along the beach to train saved me. He saw me going to the sea and shouted at me on the shore. But the wind was strong, and his voice was blown away. He saw the sea water not over my head. He climbed down the dam in a hurry and ran into the sea to pick me up. Then he took a taxi and sent me to the hospital. The taxi driver hit the hotline from the TV station and disclosed the news.

In our city, a big message is 100 yuan.

I closed my eyes and let the tears roll down.

The reporters urged me to find my home. I cried and said, "Auntie, don't ask. My mother passed away last month. My father married my stepmother... I don't have a home."

Suddenly, he remembered the wet stones that were wet in the night a few days ago. His eyes were filled with tears under the street lamp. He said tearfully, "I don't have home."

At this moment, I felt the pain in his heart. I was homeless like him, but he still had mother and brother. What did I have? I had nothing at all.

The reporter looked at me who was crying and felt helpless. He had to discuss with others about how to deal with it later.

After a while, her phone rang and she walked out of the door to answer the phone. I struggled to stand up, but the doctor didn't let me move. I cried and said, "Thank you!" Then I staggered out. Several people came and pulled me. I broke away and ran in the cold wind in a wet clothes.

I did not know how long I had run, but I felt hungry. I touched my pocket and still had a few hairs left. I found a small grocery store, selling steamed buns, eggs, and newspapers. I bought a steamed bun and ate it in the cold wind.

I wandered aimlessly on the streets for some time until I finally woke up from the cold. My lips were terribly black and I was trembling like a sieve. Then I remembered that I was just nearby the school, and I went to school. The teacher of the class was looking at me drenched with sweat when she saw me. She asked me to take a seat. The classroom was warm and cozy, and I fell asleep. After the class, the teacher woke me up and told me that my father was looking everywhere for me, calling me to give him a call. I said softly, "I don't have a father. My father is dead." I buried myself in my sleep.

The head teacher had a better understanding of my family's situation, so she did not make things difficult for me and left.

By the end of school in the afternoon, my clothes were also covered by my body temperature. But why was my whole body cold, painful, and my lips hot? I touched my forehead with my fingers and said that I had a fever.

I was in great pain and insisted on walking out of the school gate step by step. I didn't know what to do in the future.

Suddenly, my father ran over while twisting his chubby body. He grabbed me angrily and stuffed me into Bili.

I had no strength at all. I could only let him curse me while driving. I curled up in the back seat of the car and endured the pain all over my body.

When we got home, he grabbed my clothes and pulled me out of the car, shouting and asking me to go upstairs. From beginning to end, he did not look at me at all.

When I got home, I was surprised to find that both Lushi and Qing Nuo were at home. Dad scolded me loudly, saying that I shouldn't rely on Grandma to protect me. So I acted recklessly and recklessly. He had already sent Grandma back to my uncle's house and took the Lushi back. Now the focus was on dealing with my problem. It was not too late to restore the sheep to prison. I had to suppress them in time when I found out that I was stealing money.

"He forced me to hand over the money and asked me, a child, what does he want to do with more than 7,000 yuan?"

I looked at him mockingly. "I'll buy you a graveyard."

"My father jumped up and beat me several times. I didn't want to be humiliated, so I fought with him, which made him even angrier. He pushed me far away and wanted to find a master to punish me. He also said that he would not give up until I gave him the money today.

I looked at him coldly and disdainfully.

Chapter 14:

Shui Shi and Qing Nuo sat on one, while the other leaned against the wall, watching all of this without any concern.

Xiulian added fuel to the fire, "Despicable, children are young shoots. You can't manage them when you're young, but when you're older, you can't. Stealing money is a big deal. If you can steal money now, you can steal it when you grow up. In the future, when you are sent to prison, how can you raise your head in front of the ancestors of the Zhu family? You can't just discipline this child. I can't do anything about it. After all, I'm your stepmother. If I hit the child, the public opinion can drown me. What I can do is to encourage you to educate the child."

I glared at her, wishing I could skin her snake skin alive.

Her father turned around and went to the house, while saying, "Xiulian, you're right. If you find something wrong with your child, you'll have to take care of it immediately. But if it's too late, it'll be too late. Xiulian, you're right. But there's one thing you're wrong about. Her stepmother is also my mother, and you're also my mother. You should discipline her like I do."

I grabbed the teacup on the tea table and threw it at my father, who was shocked. He looked back at me, who was gnashing his teeth, and said angrily, "You still rebel! When I find something suitable, I will beat you to death!"