Daddy spoils his wife 100 points

"I didn't expect Mrs. Huo to be interested in my story." Song Qingyu chuckled,

"Then I'll tell you a story, it may be a bit long."

Song Qingyu told Yan Yixi the stories in his memory and all the things he had experienced in these days.

She is also just a girl in her early teens, and she has a lot of burdens on her body, but no one has ever cared whether she is doing well or not, whether she is tired or not.

Now being asked by Yan Yixi like this, a desire to talk out suddenly welled up in her heart.

"When I was young, my mother was too poor and my... father was not doing a job. My mother left us and left, and never came back."

In the light and shallow tone, Song Qingyu's thoughts drifted back to her childhood...

"Mom... don't go..."

The young Song Qingyu stood outside the dilapidated earthen house, crying hoarsely, but he couldn't stop the resolute figure from behind.

Her mother, because the family was too poor, and her father was not enterprising, would just walk around the streets all day long, looking for the easiest labor.

After some work was done, with the pitiful wages, I went to buy wine and play cards, as if I completely forgot that there were still wives and children at home to support.

The mother and daughter never had a full meal, and her mother relied on sewing, starching and washing clothes for workers who came from other places on the street in exchange for a little change.

Only then can they barely eat enough to keep their mother and daughter from starving to death at home.

But Song Qingyu's mother has a handsome face and a graceful figure, and she can't tell that she has given birth to a child at all.

Fortunately, Song Qingyu also perfectly inherited her mother's beauty.

It was also due to Song Qingyu's father's notoriety on the street that it gave Song Qingyu, their mother and daughter a sense of security, and no one dared to provoke them.

Later, Song Qingyu's mother really didn't want to endure this life of never having a bright future.

One day, when Song Qingyu's father was drunk again and sound asleep in the house, he made up his mind to abandon Song Qingyu, and ran away with a familiar worker from other places.

Song Qingyu stood at the door crying helplessly, she didn't even dare to go forward to chase her mother.

My mother was crying and hugging her just now, telling Song Qingyu to stay at home obediently, and come back to pick her up when her mother settles down outside.

Song Qingyu has been waiting for more than 20 years, and her mother never came back.

Her mother ran away with someone, so her father suddenly became a laughing stock on the street, and more people were calling him what he deserved, it was retribution.

But Song Qingyu's father didn't seem to care at all, whether he should play cards or drink all day long, whether he should drink or not, and when he was tired and drunk, he would go home and lie down, and never cared about Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu was timid when she was young, and she was also afraid of this man she called Dad from the bottom of her heart. She had never felt the love of a father.

I was hungry in the house for a whole week. When I was hungry, I went to the water tank to drink cold water. There was nothing to eat at home.

Song Qingyu crawled to the water tank, dizzy and hungry, and struggled to get up with all her strength.

Originally, I wanted to reach the ladle of the water tank to scoop water to drink, but I couldn't support it. The young body suddenly fell into the water tank, and I didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Fortunately, the neighbor Aunt Wu went to the balcony to dry clothes, accidentally caught a glimpse of Song Qingyu who fell into the water tank, and anxiously called for help, which saved Song Qingyu's life.

"Son! Auntie knows you are suffering, your father doesn't hurt you, and your mother doesn't love you, but how can you think of committing suicide!"

Aunt Wu hugged Song Qingyu, crying so much that everyone present couldn't help but feel bitter tears.

Song Qingyu saved his life. After waking up, Aunt Wu steamed a tray of steamed buns. Song Qingyu ate half of the tray before stopping and asked Aunt Wu for water.

When Aunt Wu went to the kitchen to scoop up water, she shed tears as she thought of Song Qingyu's gobbling up just now.

Later, Aunt Wu discussed with the people on the street, and everyone felt sorry for Song Qingyu and was willing to support her together.

This matter is no different to Song Qingyu's father, anyway, he himself has never looked at this daughter directly.

Just because she was found to be a daughter when she was born, almost no one in the family took a look at her mother and her.

They all feel that they have given birth to a loser, and they have to spend money and effort to support her.

If Song Qingyu's mother hadn't worked so hard to protect her, she might have passed away long ago.

In this way, Song Qingyu grew up in the street from now on, eating a hundred meals, wearing a hundred clothes, sleeping in a hundred beds, and growing up year after year.

Fortunately, Song Qingyu is smart, studies hard, and is very frugal in life, almost never asking anyone for extra money.

When I got home, I was very diligent in cooking, washing, and cleaning up.

She understands that she can survive because of these kind neighbors on the street.

Song Qingyu has no money to repay them for their life-saving and upbringing, so she can only try to repay them from what she can do.

Speaking of this, Song Qingyu's eyes quietly shed tears, and Yan Yixi hurriedly handed over a few tissues.

"Why did I come to a strange big city alone? Because this is my only chance to survive."

Song Qingyu's tone was flat, but Yan Yixi could hear the sadness in it.

As Song Qingyu grows up, his delicate face is gradually revealed, which also paves the way for Song Qingyu to be forced to flee this small village and town, and a crisis is planted.

Her lazy, drunk and gambler father had never cared about a word of Song Qingyu for so many years.

Sometimes even when he saw it on the street, he would treat it as if he hadn't seen it, and he didn't take it seriously at all, and asked the people on the street to help him raise Song Qingyu with peace of mind.

Everyone was calling him a beast, but they failed to awaken his conscience.

Until one day, Song Qingyu was sleeping soundly in the room, when suddenly the glass at the end of the bed was shattered, and the piercing sound seemed particularly frightening in the silence of the night.

Song Qingyu clutched her beating heart, got up and put on her clothes and went to the window. There was a drunk person standing under the moonlight. Song Qingyu didn't even have to think about who that person was.

He stood in the middle of the street, swearing filthy words indiscriminately, such a movement caused everyone to light up their lamps.

"You little slut, just like your shameless mother! They are all dirty bastards who rely on their bodies for food!"

"I gave birth to you, so you have to sacrifice your life for me! Whether I sell you to a donkey driver in the East Village or a coppersmith in the West Village, you have to obey me! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

Song Qingyu went back to the bed and lay down silently, wrapped her head tightly with the quilt, as if this would prevent the foul language from outside from flying into her ears.

"Such a scene has happened many times over the years, and I have long been used to it."

Song Qingyu took a sip of the bitter coffee, and the bitterness rippled in his heart instantly.