The cannon fodder female supporting role in the misplaced life

"Is what I just said so difficult to understand?" Xu Yingying asked in a puzzled tone.

"Host, do you mean that what you said to Lin Xiumin was something that Lin Xiumin couldn't understand?" Xiao Wu asked back.

"What else?" Xu Yingying asked as a matter of course.

"Host, what you just said is indeed difficult to understand." Xiao Wu replied without hesitation.

"Ah? Don't you think Fan Weile's words are very direct and hurtful?" Xu Yingying frowned and continued to ask Xiaowu.

"No. Isn't he just stating the facts?" Xiao Wu commented calmly.

After hearing Xiaowu's answer, Xu Yingying silently locked the villain in her heart into the small dark room.

Xu Yingying's inner villain was bewildered, not wanting to leave the small dark room. When had the outside world become so direct? How could she not know? Had she already lost her ability to communicate with others?

"Yingying, what's wrong with you?" Lin Xiumin keenly noticed that Xu Yingying's mood suddenly became very low, and asked with concern.

"Ah? It's okay. Maybe it's because I just finished eating and I'm a little sleepy." Xu Yingying made up an excuse to reply to Lin Xiumin.

Xu Yingying and the other two had already walked into the classroom. Having just been hit by the fact that Lin Xiumin didn't understand what she said, Xu Yingying chose to quickly take a nap and forget about it.

Xu Yingying quickly returned to her seat and lay down.

Fan Weile and Lin Xiumin saw Xu Yingying's unusual behavior and thought she was just too tired in the morning. And Xu Yingying had just said that she felt sleepy after eating, so she must be really sleepy!

The two of them returned to their seats tacitly.

Xu Yingying on this side also fell asleep quickly, and finally this time the terrifying Yan Wu was no longer in her dream.

This made Xu Yingying breathe a sigh of relief and she no longer had to worry about not being able to get up.

In her dream, Xu Yingying saw a little girl sitting at a desk, studying very seriously.

It was too far away, and Xu Yingying couldn't see what the little girl looked like.

At this moment, the scene suddenly changed, and the little girl and her mother appeared in the same frame. The little girl asked softly, "Mom, will you go to Beijing with me?" Her mother smiled and replied, "Of course, Lingling, my dear. I will go with you." Hearing her mother's affirmative answer, the little girl's face showed a happy smile.

However, the next moment the scene darkened, and the little girl Lingling frowned and questioned her mother: "But you clearly promised me that you would accompany me to the capital!"

Lingling's mother explained, "Your father has some matters to attend to, and there's no one at home to take care of your brother. And you're going to Beijing with your teacher, right? Didn't you go the same way last year? So this time, I have to stay home with your brother." Lingling's mother's words hit the little girl like heavy bricks, and her face darkened. However, perhaps sensing Lingling's change of mood, her mother added, "Don't worry, my dear girl. I'll definitely come to see you on your performance day." These words finally lifted Lingling's spirits, and a smile returned to her face.

Just when Xu Yingying thought the scene was about to end, the scene darkened again. This time, Lingling's mother said to the little girl Lingling, "Baby, time doesn't allow me to go to the scene to watch your performance. When you finish your business in Beijing, you can fly directly to Harbin to find us."

The little girl Lingling didn't say anything anymore and lowered her head. But Xu Yingying noticed the disappointment and unhappiness in the little girl Lingling's eyes before she lowered her head.

After seeing this, Xu Yingying felt that this little girl named Lingling was hurt by her mother's words again and again, which was quite pitiful.

The scene then shifted to the day Lingling flew to Beijing. The wall clock showed it was a little after seven in the morning. It would take more than ten minutes to get from home to the terminal, so Lingling should be catching the eight o'clock bus.

While helping Lingling pack her luggage, Lingling's mother said, "Honey, remember to follow Teacher Liao. If you have any problems, just go find Teacher Mo, okay?"

Lingling sat at the dining table, watching her mother helping her pack her luggage. She still wanted her mother to go to Beijing with her.

"Mom, can't you really come and see my performance?" Lingling finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"Hasn't mommy explained it to you already? Your brother has no one to take care of him. You've grown up already, so why are you still so ignorant?" Lingling's mother looked at Lingling with an expression of disappointment.

Lingling didn't say anything else because she knew that as long as it was related to her brother, no matter what she said, it would be useless. Her mother would only ask her to give in to her brother, but she didn't understand why she had to give in to her brother when she was the youngest. She had clearly tried very hard to fulfill her parents' expectations of her, but her parents didn't seem to see her.

"Okay, now that breakfast is over, let's go out! Don't let the teacher wait for you in the terminal." Lingling's mother packed Lingling's luggage and urged Lingling to go out.

Lingling ate a few bites of breakfast and then followed her mother out.

Sitting in the car, Lingling was still wondering who should give in to whom between her and her brother?

Seeing that there were only two more traffic lights to go, Lingling's mother looked at Lingling who was still in a daze in the back seat and asked, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lingling didn't want to say anything to her mother at the moment. She just wanted to be quiet.

But Lingling's mother's nagging instinct suddenly emerged: "Have you packed your things? They're almost there. Don't ask me to bring them to you later."

Reminded by her mother's words, Lingling mechanically checked whether anything she brought was missing.

Sure enough, Lingling discovered that her dancing shoes were missing?

"Mom, I think I really forgot to bring my dancing shoes." Lingling said nervously.

"Have you checked carefully? Maybe you forgot where you put it?" Lingling's mother was a little frustrated for a moment. How could her bad words really come true?

"I really didn't find it. I remember I put it in my schoolbag last night. But I can't see it in my schoolbag now." Lingling said seriously.

"There's still time. We can just go home and get it. Don't be anxious." Lingling's mother said calmly.

"But I clearly remember putting my dancing shoes into my schoolbag last night. How could they disappear? I knew it must be my brother who took them out." Lingling angrily complained to her mother about her brother.