Chapter 40 Extra Xi Xin Miao--Original Heart

"Bang--Bang--Bang"..."Bang--Bang"

At midnight, the sound of such a strong aggressive knock is particularly horrible in the silent air.

However, such a fierce and aggressive beating also seems to show the owner's anger.

In the room, on the second floor, the sleeping girl suddenly opened her eyes, and the life-threpulling knockingly pulled her heart together, until she was awakened.

In the dark night, the aggressive knocking continued, and it seemed that there was a tendency to break into the door soon. At the same time, there was a violent slamming sound in the next room, and then it was calm.

By intuition, the girl knows that this time, it is extraordinary. This time, she was really scared.

He sat up suddenly, put on his clothes quickly and in a panic, and put on his trousers.

That day, it was winter. She wore three clothes and two trousers. It's just that my body is still a little shivering. Is it cold?

It was a chaotic midnight, and she was sober and thorough!

"Bang----Dang!" The wooden door that existed from the mountain finally couldn't bear the strong courage. It hit the white tile wall behind, and a crack extended. In front of the general aggressive comers, its obstruction did not take much time.

Then, he kicked in a messy pace. With the movement downstairs, the girl could hear that everything that should be smashed downstairs had been smashed, and there were also footsteps rushing upstairs.

There was a sudden tightening of the heart, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!" The powerless and reckless beating was mixed with impatient roars.

They are in front of her room.

I don't know how the girl got to the door. She opened the door nervously and poured into a group of strange men. They were all about thirty, and they were all fierce.

"It's his daughter. Remember, let the child go and go upstairs to look for it!" A middle-aged man headed by looked at the girl and made a conclusion. With that, he ordered several men to rush upstairs.

Maybe she should be grateful for the man's "kindness" to avoid her involvement.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?"

It was strange that although the girl was afraid, she still dared to ask. The words are flat and there are no waves. You can't see her superficial fear. You can't even imagine that there are groups of uninvited guests in front of the girl, holding the newly ground sharp fruit knives in their hands.

Have you ever seen a fruit knife for watermelon in summer? Now, they are in their hands.

The middle-aged man ignored the little girl's words, and his eyes were full of disregard, or pity?

The girl stopped at the aisle on the second floor and saw a group of strange men holding long knives walking through themselves to the third floor. Perhaps they were surprised when they saw the girl. Perhaps, it is also the mind of the leading man: not to embarrass children?

I'm really glad that I'm a child. Such a privilege is rare, isn't it?

The man led by

came to seek revenge and rushed to the third floor.

Then came the sound of slapping, "Say, where is he?"

"He's not here, he's not back!"

"Pa--Bad bitch, be honest and say, where is he?"

"You bastards, you are not here, you are not here, you are not here!"

"Pa----"

"Bastard..."

This is what the girl on the second floor heard, and she can no longer keep calm. Over the people with knives, on the crowded stairs, she saw her mother being kicked hard by the man. "Bad bitch, let you scold!"

With a pain in his heart, he ran up and opened his hands like a hen protecting her cubs, blocking in front of his mother.

In fact, her behavior, in front of the group of uninvited guests, seemed so unrequandered and ridiculous.

This idiot!

However, she was firmly in the front and refused to give in at all.

Her mother's cheeks were red, but her mouth kept scolding, dirty, not dirty, father, grass mother, all used, but in exchange for more fierce beatings again and again.

This woman is unforgiving and stubborn like a cow. She refuses to be soft and talks fast for a while. Do you want to be beaten to death?

Seeing that the man's slap was about to fall, the girl reached out and grabbed it tightly. Her little hand was not strong, but she refused to let go.

"Uncle, uncle, don't hit my mother, don't hit my mother, uncle." Finally, the girl cried, tears fell like rain, and she couldn't calm down, but she pleaded repeatedly.

Looking at the man looking at his complicated eyes, the girl was overjoyed for a moment. He did not embarrass himself. Maybe he could stop.

If a polite "uncle" can change the mother behind you without beating, why not shout a few more?

"You bastards, you are breaking the law! You are so good to die!"

The mother behind her was so angry that she scolded as soon as she caught the opportunity.

You, a woman, don't you recognize the form!

Seeing the man's angry look, the girl was eagerly entangled, but she didn't see that on the stairs, a man in black with a knife fiercely rushed up and down with a heavy knife.

"Uh-----" There was a muffled hum.

For the state of the final mutation, the man who started it seemed to be aware of something and immediately turned around and ran away. Everyone witnessed it. Seeing this, they also escaped one after another.

And the man who was replaced by the girl as an uncle hesitated for a moment. It seemed that he did not expect such an accident. The knife that should have been cut on her father actually fell on his daughter's body. He dared not look at the girl's clear pupils and fled.

The mother behind her didn't know that her daughter was injured. When she saw the gangsters running away, she ran to the balcony and shouted and scolded at the dark shadow of their escape.

No matter what the girl calls, the mother is silent in anger, and there is no sign of sobriety.

The three clothes were cut through. The girl could even see her flesh turning out, and there was bright red mixed with milky yellow ** flowing out.

The girl panicked for a moment. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die at all!

After a series of calls, the mother finally came to her senses. When she saw her slashed daughter in front of her, she cried out, "Come on, help me, my daughter is injured, come on! My daughter, my daughter was slashed. Help, come and save my daughter!" The mother held her daughter tightly, her face was pale, her lips trembling, and tears fell like rain.

In the middle of the night near dawn, it was still dark. A mother, holding her child, hurriedly asked for help, and cried all over the sky, but she herself was extremely helpless...

"Became me to the hospital." The girl's mind was still sober. When she saw her mother who was already panicked and at a loss, she was so calm and terrible.

"Go to the hospital, go to the hospital..." The mother said repeatedly as if she had grabbed the life-saving straw.

In the end, the girl drove to the city hospital with the help of her neighbors.

What can be achieved by relying on the mother of the six gods?

......

After that night, the girl seemed to have changed, and nothing seemed to have changed.

The mother only knows that her daughter is very filial, and occasionally talks back, occasionally acts coquettishly, and occasionally loses her temper...

Sometimes in the days of self-cultivation, she still has to coax the girl to eat some tonics that she doesn't want to eat. At night, she sleeps to check whether the girl has kicked the quilt occasionally. The girl sleeps in a little, and sometimes she drools. She teases and helps the girl wipes it, but her mouth is dotingly called "little kid!". It's inconvenient for the girl to take a shower when she was injured. She was like she was a child. zhuo...

The mother feels that she is needed, needed by her daughter, and is full of satisfaction, which is the great happiness of this woman.

Girls know and feel these.

There is a word in the world called "mother", and her mother, even in the eyes of others, is imperfect or even vulgar. She swears and can greet other people's ancestors from generation to generation. When she is fierce, she can lock the girl in the dark room and beat her with rattan, and threatens her to cry again. Next time she will dip it in salt water. .

However, her child is still deeply attached to every beauty of her and every wisp of warmth on her mother. She is sure to eat, that woman! Her mother!

It's just that the mother doesn't know that her daughter has become stronger. She secretly learns skills, fighting, assassination... In fact, she just wants to protect you better. She is not going to let you know, just think that she is still the filial daughter.

This is the story of a girl, a past, a past that I want to bury but can't be forgotten.

It is like the long and horrible scar left on the girl's body, which is a piercing warning and can't fade away.

How can it subside? Moreover, the girl is not going to let it fade. It has to exist forever. In this way, she...

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My heart, no, I should call you and Joan. Are you afraid? Have you ever been afraid since you came through time? Have you ever been afraid after leaving your relatives? Are you still afraid of the rapid sound in the middle of the night?

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I'm afraid, I'm afraid. I dare not face the night. I'm still afraid of the rapid knocking sound at midnight; leaving my relatives, I'm afraid, I even miss the rattan when my mother beat me; crossing into this unknown world, I'm afraid!

I'm afraid, I'm hesitant, I'm shouting, I'm unwilling!

However, I'm still glad: I can disguise myself!

Others can't see that even I have been deceived.

Only when the deepest look in the dream will the timid He Qiong be released, timidly looking at me and asking: He Qiong, are you afraid?

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