Stepmother: Blood Will Have Blood

Chapter 5

I put on my slippers and ran out. When I ran down, he was already far away. I chased after him and shouted at him from behind. He turned back and looked at me silently.

I ran over and looked at him.

He looked very sad, and there were tears in his eyes, but he tried his best to cover it up.

"Yang Suishi, er, erm... you should go home. I, er, er... er, er. I don't know what I'm talking about.

Pushi looked at me for a moment and shook his head. "I don't have a home."

Then he left without looking back, and his figure under the street lamp was extremely desolate.

Chapter 9:

That night, my grandmother wanted to sleep with me. My family had three big bedrooms, two in the south and one in the north. Now, the northern bedroom was occupied by Qingno. There was no bed in the study room, not to mention in my small computer room.

To tell the truth, I really hated my grandmother. I couldn't forget that when my mother was seriously ill, she ate some Nutrient Fluid at her own expense. My grandmother shouted, "This is a face that is a waste of money. A person has no conscience. There is no doubt that he is alive and is a beast."

"It's a pity that my mother was so filial to her when she was alive."

But now she really had nowhere to sleep. She got into my bed without distractions. I frowned and had to stay away from her as far as possible.

My father found some quilts and passed them to Qingo. Qingo took the quilts and whispered, "Thank you." He lowered his eyes and couldn't see his eyes. Listening to his timid voice, there was gratitude in his voice.

The next day, Grandmother woke up at dawn and didn't get up. She kept turning around on the bed, which made me roll my eyes.

In a daze, I heard that Qing Nuo got up, and then whispered to wash up. Grandma muttered, "You got up so early."

I buried my head under the velvet quilt and continued to meet with Mr. Zhou. When I dreamed that Mr. Zhou and I were fighting for the banner bank together, I heard someone washing rice and cooking in the kitchen. This intermittent sound affected the interests of Mr. Zhou and me, causing our great operation of robbing the bank to die before we even got paid. I woke up completely after eating a dozen guns of Mr. Zhou's investigation handsome man.

A familiar scent of rice porridge drifted from the kitchen and my heart stopped beating. "Mother! It's... it's mother! Mother is back!"

I had no time to think. I opened the velvet quilt and jumped down from the bed. Then I plunged into the kitchen at the speed of light-years and yelled, "Mom! Mom!"

A few seconds later, Qingcang and I stared at each other in disbelief.

"I, I... I'm looking for my mother. Why are you here?" I saw that there was no one else in the kitchen. I was extremely disappointed and tears rolled in my eyes.... I was making breakfast..." A piece of egg in Banuo's hand was smashed.

"I thought it was my mom... My mom also boils delicious porridge every morning for me..." I was so disappointed that I didn't want to say anything more. I turned around and left, trying my best to restrain my sobs.

"I'm sorry." Behind him, Qingno suddenly said softly.

I was stunned for a moment. I didn't look back and had nothing to say.

Xiu Lian and my father ran out of the room, frightened by my scream. They were in a panic because they were not properly dressed.

With a guilty conscience, my father ran to each room and stuck his head out. He asked, "Pig, did you see your mother?"

I said bitterly, "I saw your license plate number. It's 5450Q!"

Behind him, Qingo laughed and tried his best to stop her. My father was not happy. "You're so mean! Have you seen your mother?"

Xiulian looked at me and curled her lips. "Pig is 12 this year, you should be a little ashamed. Such a big girl got up in the morning and ran around in small briefs? You clearly know that Qingo is making breakfast in the kitchen, why did you run in? No matter what, Qingo is already 14 years old. He will become an adult in a few years. You really think too much!"

I was stunned and didn't understand what she meant by "thinking too much". I looked back at Qingno, who was also a little confused.

My father said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense! The pig is still small!"

Grandma also got up and scolded angrily, "What are you talking about? Do you think your son is in the house or what? Zhu Bajie, a newborn child, you are so vicious to her. Shouldn't you abuse your son? Why did Zhu Bajie run around in the house? What are you afraid of? It's you and your son who are in the way. Everything will be fine once your son is driven out! You are really not a good thing!"

My father stopped my grandmother, not allowing her to speak. My grandmother pushed my father away time and again and insisted on saying it.

Qingno's face was completely red and he was extremely embarrassed. He gently rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers and bit his lips, silently enduring the pain.

She dared not to say anything. Her father took her grandmother into the bedroom. After that, Xiulian shook her head and went into her father's bedroom. She began to cry softly. After her father finished coaxing her grandmother, he went to coax Xiulian in a hurry.

Without looking at anyone, Qingo lowered his head and went into the kitchen to continue cooking.

When I had washed my face, brushed my teeth, and cleaned up, Qingo also put everyone's breakfast on the table, but he didn't have breakfast.

After Qingo finished washing up in a hurry, he went to school with his schoolbag and didn't eat breakfast. He could see that he was very sad.

I ate my delicious porridge, a few dishes, fried eggs, and bread in the restaurant. Listening to Xiulian's low crying, dad's comfort, and grandma's sigh, I felt colder and colder in my heart. This home was so strange as if it had nothing to do with me. The warm home of my mother and dad had collapsed after the death of my mother.

After school in the afternoon, I had nowhere to go. After thinking for a long time, I still went home because it was cold outside.

Her father and Xiu Lian were not there, her grandmother was not there, and Qingnuo did not come back. I ate some bread and milk, went to my father's bedroom to look for my mother's photos. I wanted to take all my photos back to my bedroom. If I still stayed in my father's and Xiulian's bedroom, it would be a kind of blasphemy to my mother.

As soon as I opened the drawer, I saw that there was a stack of 100 yuan bills in it. I stared at them and thought for a while. Suddenly, I grabbed them all and counted them. 7800 yuan. My hands were shaking and I was struggling. In the past, this family was still my home. My pocket money was given by my mother. I would never take a cent from my parents without permission. But now it's different. If I didn't take the money, Xiu Lian would have spent it. Why should she spend it?

I sneered, took them all, and went back to my bedroom. Seeing my grandmother's wallet on the table, I didn't hesitate and opened it. I took away more than 600 yuan. Then I took the deposit left by my mother last night. I got a taxi and went to a bank far away from my house to save all the money I took today.

The bank staff asked me, "Kid, let your parents come to save."

I said, "My mother died, and my father is ill. This is the money I borrowed from others these days. I will keep it for my father to buy medicine." I said, lying without blinking.

The bank staff sighed and saved for me.

When I got home, Qingno had already come back. He was busy mopping the floor, then took a shower. After showering, he found some dirty clothes and began to wash. After my mother passed away, I accumulated a lot of dirty clothes, and my father didn't care about me at all.

Chapter 10: I'm Not Going

Qingo looked at the dirty clothes on my body and said, "Take them off, I'll wash them for you."

How could I hesitate about such a good thing? I quickly took the dirty clothes, all the dirty clothes that I have accumulated over to him.

Qingo frowned and said, "Why are there so many?"

"No one washed my mother after she died. I don't know how to do it. My father didn't allow me to use the washing machine, but he didn't help me." I said confidently.

Qingo didn't say anything else and separated my jacket and his jacket. Suddenly, he said angrily, "You can't wash your small pants yourself?"

My eyes immediately widened even wider than his. "If you don't wash, then leave it for your mother to wash for me! If it weren't for your mother who killed my mother, she wouldn't have come to my house to wash my pants shamelessly!"

Qingno threw away the thing in his hand and glared at me. "I'm telling you, I'm also very sad that your mother passed away, but don't blame my mother!"

"It's your mother's fault!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Well, no, then she is my dad's wife now. She has to share the responsibility of doing laundry and cooking, right? You can do whatever you like with my panties. I want your mother to wash them for me when I come back!"

"In your dreams!"

I yanked off all my pants in a fit of anger, ran to the kitchen and threw them on the gas stove. I turned on the switch, and two minutes later, all of them turned to ashes.

Then I proudly came to my computer room to play games.

Qingo was washing his clothes with a sullen face outside.

After I passed a pass, Qingo hung his clothes out and began to make dinner.

After a while, Dad and Xiulian went home. After a while, Grandma also went home and bought some vegetables.

Helplessly, her father called for her grandmother not to go shopping in the market and buy some leftovers. Her grandmother said righteously, "It's cheap! And it's not like that?" Her father entered the house in frustration.

Qingo carefully looked at everyone's face, picked out the food that grandma had bought and washed them.

I pushed the door of my father's bedroom lazily and went into the bedroom. The unruffled Xiulian said to me, "You should knock first when you enter."

I raised my head. "Knock your head! This is the bedroom of my parents. Why should I knock?"

"What do you want to knock on the door?" asked her father.

I sat down on my father's bed and talked about my shorts. I said that if Xiulian did not wash my shorts in the future, I would wear them and throw them away. I would ask my father to buy a batch of shorts first.

Xiulian jumped up first. She could not bear to give me a good scolding. There was a hint of contempt at the corner of my lips. I was just about to wait for her to scold me when my father realized that something was not right. To ease the situation, he immediately opened the drawer to get me some money and said, "Dad will give you money. Don't make trouble. When you become older and learn to wash your pants, it won't be easy for Dad to make money."