===Wedge===
Xiao Hua didn't feel any pain anymore.
Maybe at the beginning, she could still feel the pain in the bone marrow, she wanted to curse, and she wanted to struggle, but she no longer had the strength at this time.
The pain gradually became paralyzed, and it seemed that the pain was far away from her.The eyes are bloodshot, and there is a bloody red in front of them, and I can no longer see the ugly faces around...
ugly?
Haha~~ In fact, she was also a member of that ugly face.It's just the winner and the loser. It's just that she lost. So at this time she was shot on the ground with a rod in public, and they stood aside and looked at her with a smile...
I can't hear anything...
I can't hear their sneers, I can't hear them falling into the ground, I can't hear their polite condemnation and reprimand...
Ha ha-don't laugh at anyone.
Who is cleaner in this backyard?!
The so-called clean, but it was not torn out.
The mouth was stuffed with a bunch of rags, and the blood gushing from the throat could only overflow slowly along the corners of the mouth because the mouth was blocked...
Xiao Hua's eyes widened, her face pressed against the cold slate floor.She suddenly felt so cold and cold, just like the day many years ago, it was obviously not very cold, but it made her cold to the bone...
A scene from a long, long time ago flashed slowly in front of her eyes, this scene she usually does not want to recall, and even gradually blurred her memory deliberately?
She is the most favored aunt of the four young masters of Jinyang Houfu, how can she mention her unbearable life experience again?
But why, why at the moment when she was about to die, she remembered that long, long time ago—
"...Xiaohua, don't blame Dad!"
The staggered farmer man touched the young girl's head with his big rough hands, and then staggered and turned away.
It was raining fine and dense outside, and it was very cold, but it was not as cold as Hua's heart.
When she was only 5 years old, she just watched the figure gradually move away from behind, without crying or catching up.
At that time she already understood that she was sold by her father.
The housekeeper beside him touched her little head, sighed, and led her into the door behind him.
strange?
How can it be blamed?
The flood from hometown washed away everything in the house, and grief was everywhere. Father and mother took her and two younger brothers to escape.There was no food or drink along the way, and no one took in.
After finally finding a place to take a breather, my brother fell ill again.
There is no other way but to sell the children.
Also, I can only sell her...
In fact, a long time ago, she blamed her family.Just when she was resold again and again, just when she was hungry and beaten all day long...
Why did you blame your family for selling her, just because she is a daughter?Isn't the daughter so worthless!?
But then she no longer complained, she only complained!
Why didn't you blame God for not giving her a good background? Why didn't you give birth to a rich family...
How happy are the young ladies of the wealthy family. They don’t worry about eating and drinking, they wear gold and silver, and are surrounded by servants. They don’t have to worry about work every day, they don’t have to do good food, they are beaten.
But she did not give birth to a good family!
Then, you can only earn it by yourself...
The end of earning is what she does at this time.
Very regretful... Really regretful... In fact, Xiao Hua regretted it a long time ago, but she has already taken that step and left herself no room for regret.If she doesn't fight, she can only be swallowed by life.So she can only fight, bite the bullet and fight, only to find that there are some things that you can't fight for...
It would be great if, if it could be done again... If it could be done again... She must be a change of heart and be honest... Stay away from, stay away from... This filthy, fascinated her eyes and fascinated her heart...
Unfortunately, it is a pity that life cannot be repeated...
The red in front of me was getting darker and darker, gradually turning black...
"Mrs. Fourth Young Master, you are dead..."
The sturdy woman who played the board stretched her hand to the tip of the bleeding nose of the man on the ground and tried it, and said to a well-dressed and even gorgeous lady standing on the steps.
The fourth young lady first looked around at the charming and beautiful women next to her, twitched the corners of her mouth in demonstration, and then waved lightly.
"Roll it up with a mat and throw it out."