OBS Chapter 387 Sad Past
Chapter 387 Sad Past
The two children were also secretly watching her. When they saw her pick up the rag and get splashed with water, they were a little scared.
Anjiu retracted his gaze, walked to the basin, washed the rag again, wrung it out and wiped the water off the table. Then he hung the rag near the stove to dry it, and finally stroked their little heads.
Children are indeed full of vitality. Before, they could only lie in bed and weakly grab a piece of mud biscuit to eat, but now they can run and jump, and even help with some small chores.
Anjiu thought he was growing fast enough, but compared to them, he was still a little behind.
When the two children saw that she was not angry and did not say anything to her mother, they finally felt relieved and looked at the fire seriously with their heads down. They did not have the innocence and carefreeness that a child should have, but became as mature as little adults.
"I often tell Grandma An that if it weren't for you, my two children would have starved to death. They were able to grow up this big because of your help. I have a hard life and couldn't meet a good man. Not long after I gave birth to my second child, I was kicked out. What kind of family is that? They don't want their own sons, not even one..."
A Ling's tears flowed down her cheeks. The past was a wound in her heart, filled with grievances and helplessness.
A young woman who was still in confinement was cruelly driven away by her husband's family. She carried one child in her arms and led another, moving up one floor at a time, looking for a place to stay that could accommodate the three of them.
A mother is strong? She just gritted her teeth and held on. The children were the apple of her eye. As long as she was alive, how could she abandon them?
No matter how hard or difficult it is, I will always say to them gently: Don’t be afraid, mom is here.
"Look at you, why are you saying all this for no reason..." Grandma had shallow eye sockets and she started crying just by listening.
She had walked the same path with Xiaojiu, and she understood the hardships along the way only too well.
Suffering wears away not only the body but also the will.
She saw no hope of survival, but because she still had some wine, she could only tell herself to hold on, even if it was just to live one more day.
Anjiu was actually very afraid of seeing his grandmother sad and shedding tears for the past.
Because grandma was crying for Xiaojiu, the little girl who died during her first trip to another world. She was just a soul from another world living in this body.
At times like this, she always felt out of place. She felt like a bystander huddled in a corner, watching her grandmother cry for her own granddaughter.
Grandma was crying for the sadness of this journey.
And she, Anjiu, knew clearly that her grandmother's tears were also shed for the dead Xiaojiu.
These tears belong only to Xiaojiu.
She was not envious, but just felt a little sad which was beyond words for someone who knew the truth.
Sometimes even grandma herself doesn’t know why she suddenly becomes sad and depressed. Anjiu thinks she must have sensed that Xiaojiu is gone. Maybe this is the telepathy of blood being thicker than water?
Well, it’s a sad thing.
She knew that the deceased Xiaojiu had said goodbye to her grandmother and prayed for her, but her grandmother didn't know and she couldn't tell her.
Now she and her grandmother depend on each other, but there is always a holy place reserved for her grandmother and Xiaojiu.
She was quite envious, but at the same time she felt sorry for Xiaojiu because Xiaojiu would never know how much her grandmother loved her.
You can also pretend that you don't know about the wine and truly replace the life of drinking a little wine.
But she didn't want to.
If even she chooses to forget Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu will really disappear.
She was like a transit station, receiving her grandmother's love, keeping most of it to nourish herself, and leaving a small part for Xiaojiu.
Now, she didn’t swallow it all, Xiaojiu, don’t be angry.
Anjiu held his chin, staring blankly at the flickering fire.
At this time, the small figure of 1009 walked in.
If she is a soul from another world living in someone else's body, then 1009 is a poor clone who doesn't even have a body.
Only I can prove that he is still alive, and only I can see and hear his existence.
My concern for grandma is real, and with 1009, because of the similarity of the results, I developed a mutual understanding with him and my soul wanted to be close to him.
Anjiu couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She seems to be both lucky and unlucky...
1009 noticed Anjiu's complicated and sad look, disappeared from the spot, and reappeared on her shoulder.
"Why are you about to cry? Have you exchanged feelings with your neighbor?"
The atmosphere in the room was really depressing. When the two children saw their mother crying, their faces also fell and they pursed their lips to try not to cry.
While comforting A Ling, grandma also wiped her own tears.
1009 feels that this is the only possibility.
"That's about the same." An Jiu replied dejectedly.
"How about... crying for a while? I've read in some information that crying properly can relieve psychological stress."
"No, it will be fine if you leave this environment."
Anjiu stood up and left quietly.
When she got home, she opened the window and a cold wind blew in with snowflakes, instantly freezing her brain awake.
Looking at the vast white wasteland outside, Anjiu regained his senses.
"Where have you been?"
"downstairs."
1009 jumped from her shoulder and landed on the snow outside the window, but miscalculated and created a hole that buried himself.
Anjiu took the opportunity to poke him deeper with his finger, then closed the window and left.
As soon as she sat down by the stove, 1009 appeared with snowflakes all over his body and without saying a word, he stuck to her neck.
"Cold, cold, cold, cold!" Anjiu pulled him down and rubbed his cold skin with the back of his hand. "What are you doing?!"
1009's hair was soaked by the melted snow and stuck to his skin.
"Little revenge for pinning me in the snow."
Anjiu: ...
"childish."
1009 pretended not to hear and put his hands between Anjiu's fingers to keep warm.
"I brought you a small cake. It's in the space. Take it out and try it to see if you like it."
"Cake?" An Jiu looked into the space and saw a palm-sized cherry cake. "Where did you get the contribution points? Could it be..."
No way, free shopping in the Hive?
Can you still play like this?
Anjiu didn't want to admit that her heart skipped a beat.
"Don't think too much. I opened a card there before and there was still a little balance. I took this opportunity to clear it out."
1009 disappeared from her palm and reappeared in dry clothes.
He walked to the stove to dry his body without looking back, leaving her enough space to react.
Anjiu took out a small cake from the space. It had sweet cream, a small heart decoration, and a red cherry on top. It looked particularly pleasing.
In fact, she hadn't eaten cake for a long time, nor had she celebrated her birthday. After what had just happened, the small cake in front of her did indeed soothe the last ripples in her heart.
"Pu Huai, let's eat together."
1009 suddenly stopped touching his wet hair, turned around and looked at the wall behind Anjiu that he shared with the next door, his eyes dark and murderous.
"We still have to find a way to kill the other Pu Huai. Not only will his body be gone, but even his name will have to be shared with others!"