Traveling through famine: The space peasant girl

With her other hand, she picked up a rattle and shook it. When the crisp sound rang out, Wang Shiyu felt as if she had no regrets. Even if Yu Xiuming changed his mind in the future, she would always remember today. She would remember that there was someone who was willing to prepare small gifts for half of the room for her in order to make up for her childhood. She even saw the marks of the carving knife on Yu Xiuming's hand. How could she not understand what was different?

When Wang Shiyu said she liked him, Yu Xiuming seemed to have encountered something particularly happy. The gentle smile on his face, which was originally like a mask, slowly expanded, and a sense of joy emanated from his heart.

Although neither of them spoke, pink bubbles were visible between them, and for a moment the atmosphere between them felt ambiguous.

"Xiaoyu, Zichuan, come out and look at the ship. It's about to set sail. Come out and take a look."

Mo Ru Ru watched Zi Chuan enter the house for a while, and they were about to set sail, so she just called him out. Although they were already an engaged couple, they still had to be careful for the sake of their reputation. Even if she didn't care much about it at home, she was still outside, so she just called the two of them out.

After calling people, Mo Ru Ru went straight into the house. Looking at the little gadgets placed in the house, Mo Ru Ru felt her heart contract for a moment. A wave of sadness suddenly surged into her heart. The bamboo dragonfly in her daughter's hand made her feel even more sad. She even choked up a little. The sudden emotion almost made her unable to suppress it. She was so sad and uncomfortable that she couldn't speak, which made her a little at a loss.

Suddenly she understood the significance of Zichuan's arrangement of these things. Her daughter had never played with these things since she was a child. Even when they lived in Jizhou City, she had never thought about these things. Even after she gave birth to Ruirui, she only focused on Ruirui and did not pay much attention to her daughter. Moreover, her daughter's mature appearance made her always treat Wang Shiyu as an adult, and she did not give too much maternal love to Wang Shiyu at all.

The consequence of lack of care is that she has no idea what her daughter is thinking. Even if she thinks she has done her best to share her heart equally, she will always subconsciously pay more attention to her son. After all, he is still young and can act like a spoiled child.

Since Wang Shiyu was separated, she has been busy making money to support the family. Even her young child has been practicing her embroidery skills like crazy just to make more money. She has never been around to enjoy the company of her children. Naturally, most of her attention is on little Ruirui, causing her to neglect her own daughter, who should be at the age of playing, but is working so hard to make money for the family. She even takes it for granted that her daughter is already an adult.

Tears welled up in Mo Ru Ru's eyes, so she looked up slightly. She didn't want anyone to see her fragility at this moment, and she didn't want to show her emotions in front of these two people. She wanted to speak, but was afraid that she would break down if she opened her mouth directly. She also didn't want the two children to notice her tears, so she held back her sobs and spoke.

"You guys keep busy. I'm going to go see how Ruirui is cleaning up. I'll be back first."

After saying that, Mo Ru Ru went out directly and closed the door. At this time, she could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes, and they slid down like raindrops, making her feel heartbroken. Only then did she feel that she was not a good mother. She said that she cared about Xiaoyu's life, but she knew better than anyone how much she cared about her. Where did her care come from?

She was not only heartbroken for the daughter in the house, but more for the younger daughter who had always been with her to work. That young daughter had silently accompanied her in that house, suffering from hunger and cold, and working non-stop during her most difficult years. It seemed that she had not remembered Wang Shiyu before the age of eight for a long time, and naturally forgot the child's love for toys. She couldn't even remember what Xiaoyu looked like before. After Xiaoyu was five years old, she no longer worried her, because her daughter could wash clothes, cook, find firewood, and clean the yard by herself. At that time, she took everything for granted.

But she really felt sorry for her own daughter, and also for this daughter who always considered her. As a mother, she seemed to have gotten used to her daughter's care, and naturally lived with her son under her daughter's protection. Even the matters concerning the old man were handled by Wang Shiyu alone.

Not allowing her to participate has led her to think that her current life is very quiet and without any major twists and turns, causing her to forget more and more about the past days and has slowly begun to forget the injustice she has suffered.

She even insisted on staying here so that Ruirui could see his biological father when he grew up a little. After all, she believed that no matter what, a child should not hate his parents, and she didn't want Ruirui to think of himself as a fatherless child in the future.

Now think about it, she took it for granted. It was extremely dangerous to stay here. It was all Wang Shiyu's fault for the safety of her family. She even knew about the old man's plot against his own daughter, but she still stayed alone. She believed that the child could not deny his father. Even if he remarried, Wang Yixian was still their father. She was sorry for Xiaoyu. How could she be so blinded by love?

The longer time passed, the more she forgot her past sufferings. Instead, she was able to slowly recall the sweet life she had led before. From the time she had a child to the time she first came to the Wang family, she also lived a sweet life. The sweetness of that period even offset all the suffering that came later. She was also willing to swallow all the bitter fruits alone. If it weren't for Zhang Xiuli, she probably wouldn't have left. After all, the idea that a woman should become a nun and obey her husband has been deeply imprinted in her, and no one can save her except herself.