Zhou Mo covered the back of her head and looked at the man and two women in front of him in a daze.
This man was the "good" uncle of her family who sold her to a bachelor in the mountains as his wife.
The older woman is her shameless "good" grandma.
And this young woman who was crying heartbrokenly and hugging a box tightly was her mother.
But her mother was not that young, and she died suddenly two months ago due to overwork.
This must be an illusion!
They seemed to be fighting for the box. They kept changing their mouth shapes, their bodies collided frequently, and they looked very excited.
But Zhou Mo couldn't hear a sound, and his ears were filled with a "buzzing" sound.
Zhou Mo swayed from side to side. The hand covering the back of her head was warm and greasy. She put her hand down and raised it in front of her to look at it. The bright red color penetrated her eyes.
She thought she was going to die. This mountain man is so strong, he can knock her brains out with a stick.
Do you regret it? No, she doesn't regret it. If she had to do it again, she would still run.
She shouldn't be tied up with ropes in a dark, damp house and used as a reproductive tool. She was admitted to college and had saved enough for the first school year's tuition. She should take the notice and go to school happily to be worthy of her mother, who was dragged to death by her.
She also promised her mother that she would go back to her hometown to take a look and say "I'm sorry" to her grandparents on her behalf.
She couldn't do it anymore, and she was going to die.
Many white dots suddenly appeared in the picture in Zhou Mo's eyes. These white dots became more and more numerous and quickly covered the entire picture. Then, as if someone suddenly turned off the lights in the middle of the night, a darkness came over, and he was instantly driven away. Gone is the white light...
Zhou Mo fell down softly.
The three people who were fighting for it paused and glanced briefly at Zhou Mo.
Under the light, a sharp table corner stained with bright red blood stood out.
Yang Xiaoyan finally let go of the urn in her hand and rushed towards Zhou Mo.
"Xiaomo, what's wrong with you, Xiaomo..."
Zhou Qingmin was stunned for a moment. He just thought that the little brat was in the way, so he pushed her casually. Why did she hit the corner of the table just so small?
Of course, it was impossible for him to admit that it was his fault.
He rolled his eyes, and said to Yang Xiaoyan: "What else can I do? It must be you who insisted to grab my brother's urn and hit her!" As he said, he rubbed it. Yang Xiaoyan's elbow hit her ribs painfully.
This unlucky bitch was so thin that she had no flesh at all, and her bones were so thin that they could stab someone to death. He was pushed a few times and almost died of pain.
"Xiao Mo, I'm sorry. Mom is sorry for you. You must not get into trouble again. I will take you to the hospital right now..."
Yang Xiaoyan really thought she had pushed Zhou Mo down. She cried and said sorry, picked up Zhou Mo from the ground, turned around and ran to the community hospital.
Zhou Qingmin looked at Yang Xiaoyan's back and said to Mrs. Wang looking worried: "Mom, do you think this little kid won't die like this?"
Mrs. Wang put the urn in her hand hard on the altar table, stared at the black and white photo of her little son, and cursed angrily: "They are dead but they are still clean!"
Mrs. Wang also loved her youngest son Zhou Qingjun, but later the disappointment accumulated and she no longer loved him.
She finally managed to raise a college student, but he studied painting.
Not only does learning to paint cost money, but it is also difficult to find a job after graduation.
The painting he painted is quite beautiful, but it can't be sold for money! If you can't sell something for money, what's the use of painting it beautifully?
Other college students go out to look for jobs right after graduation, and their salary is tens of thousands a month, but he is doing well, carrying a drawing board on his back every day to relax, and even hooked up with a woman who came back for free.
I don't even think about it, what kind of good product can it be if it doesn't cost money? With that vixen-like appearance and the fact that she goes home with man casually, how could she not have had a man before?
To put it another way, she was born a loser and was so angry that she never came to his door easily in the past ten years...
Zhou Qingmin quickly reminded Mrs. Wang and said, "Mom, this little brat can't die. Have you forgotten our plan? We still have to control her to make Yang Xiaoyan pay off her debt!"
Mrs. Wang thought of the huge debt that Yang Xiaoyan was about to repay, and praised Zhou Qingmin with a smile, saying: "My eldest son is smart enough to come up with such a method."
Zhou Qingmin said proudly: "This is called 'holding the emperor to command the princes'. As long as this little brat is here, she, Yang Xiaoyan, has to pay off her debts and work for us for the rest of her life."
Zhou Qingmin thought for a while and then said: "Mom, my brother has been dead for seven days, it's time for us to take out those two things, right?"
Mrs. Wang pondered for a moment and said: "You can't be in a hurry, you have to do it step by step. You didn't see how desperate the vixen was. She hugged an urn and cried every day, as if she couldn't live without Qingjun.
If she takes out both things at once, what if she can't bear the blow and really wants to die? When the money is gone, we will have to feed her a loser for free.
Take out the will tomorrow and settle the affairs of this house in advance. Only after this house is taken care of will your cruel mother-in-law come back with my eldest grandson!
I'm warning you, if you dare to gamble with this house in the future, I will chop off your fingers! "
Zhou Qingmin touched his nose and promised: "Mom, don't worry, if I gamble again in the future, I won't need you to do anything, I will cut off all the fingers myself, fry them and make them crispy for you to drink and dine!"
Mrs. Wang rolled her eyes at him and said, "What's the use of just making a promise? Why don't you make an oath to me?''
Zhou Qingmin tilted his head, wondering why his mother was acting like his mother-in-law and insisted on making him swear.
Promises don't work, but swearing does work?
Anyway, he had sworn a lot of poisonous oaths since he was a child, but none of them had any effect.
He thought so, but Zhou Qingmin still raised his finger and swore to heaven in a serious manner in front of Mrs. Wang.
"If I gamble again in the future, I will be struck by lightning and die!"
Mrs. Wang felt relieved, then pointed to the black and white photo and said to Zhou Qingmin in a serious voice: "Son, it's not that mom wants to force you to swear a poisonous oath, mom is afraid.
Look, I worked so hard to get your brother out, hoping that he would be a promising person, but he only had time to earn the house at his feet before he died of stomach cancer.
As for you, I spent more than two million yuan to buy you a house and marry you, but you lost the house and your wife ran away with your children.
I almost lost everything! I am old and can no longer make money. If you continue to gamble in the future, how can I expect you to support me in my old age?
Now I am taking advantage of your brother's death to force him to leave the house to you. After driving that vixen out, you can go and bring my daughter-in-law and eldest grandson back, and our family can live a good life..."
Mrs. Wang has good plans for herself and her eldest son. She firmly believes that as long as her eldest son changes his ways, their family will usher in a beautiful and harmonious life.
As for her daughter-in-law Yang Xiaoyan, whose husband had just died, and her granddaughter who was bruised and bleeding, she was not worried at all.
Pointing to Zhou Qingjun's urn, Mrs. Wang said to Zhou Qingmin: "Didn't you say it's unlucky to keep the ashes at home? Take it out and scatter it while the vixen is not around."
Zhou Qingmin looked at the dark night outside, and then looked at Zhou Qingjun's black and white photo. His heart shrank, and he turned the photo over and said dryly: "Let's wait until daybreak. This is in the middle of the night..."
In the community hospital, Zhou Mo's head received several stitches. The wound was throbbing with pain, but she grinned at Yang Xiaoyan, and she shed tears as she smiled.
So good, she is reborn!