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5.
"Give me a puff, I can't stand it anymore!" It's my mom's voice, sounding like a plea.
"I do have the powder, but you know this stuff doesn't come out of thin air, right? You can't expect me to give it to you for nothing, can you?" It's that person surnamed He speaking.
"Give it to me quickly, I promise I'll agree to anything!" My mom's voice.
After that, everything I least wanted to see happened.
I lost my soul again.
I went downstairs, out the door, and hailed a taxi, then found a hotel to stay in. I didn't sleep all night, replaying in my mind like a movie the things I heard last time and this time. My head is splitting.
Later, I started to rebel. I dropped out of school, got a tattoo, learned to smoke, and started hanging out with delinquent youths in society. I no longer communicated with mother at all, as if I didn't know her. When dad came back, he thought I was just a regular rebel. I asked him to buy me a car, and without a second thought, he bought it for me right away.
In my father's eyes, whether I go to school or not doesn't matter. Everything at home is mine, and even if I lie still, I am still among the ranks of the super rich.
Late at night, when it's quiet, mother knocks on my door, begging me to let her in.
I ignore her as if I haven't heard anything, and she keeps chattering outside my door: It all started because of emptiness and loneliness, and later she suggested cutting ties with him, but that person with the last name He tempted her to try that thing. After the initial comfort and excitement, she unsurprisingly became addicted.
He uses those evil things to control her and make her do whatever he wants.
I said, "If you still want me to recognize you, you should call the police and let them handle all of this!"
mother knelt down outside again and said, "Xiaoya, if you do that, you won't have a mother anymore!"
My words were as cold as iron: "In the beginning, did you ever think of me? Did you think of my dad? Did you ever think it would come to this?"
She finally relented: "Fine, I'll call tomorrow!"
The next morning, mother made breakfast, but I didn't eat. I waited for her to call.
She pleaded with me, "My daughter, you haven't had a proper meal in a long time, it breaks my heart..." Under her insistence, I drank a bowl of porridge, and then for some reason, a feeling of lightness and bliss suddenly rose in my heart. I no longer cared whether mother would call the police, and I drove out alone. I drove as fast as the wind, almost feeling like I was about to take off.
On the national highway where heavy trucks were passing through, I drove at the extreme speed, challenging overtaking and drifting recklessly. Many vehicles were avoiding me. But I drove too recklessly and ended up hitting the back of a heavy truck. Because my chassis was low, at that moment, only my legs were injured. But then my car was heavily hit from behind by another truck, and I was "folded" in the driver's seat. My legs were broken, my sternum was broken, and my lumbar vertebrae were broken.
I float in the air, watching myself curl up in difficult movements, neither sad nor happy.
I returned home and saw my mother crying again: "Will she be okay? She's my daughter, isn't she?"
A person surnamed He was beside her, trying to comfort and scare her at the same time: "She will just go out for a while and come back... Don't you still have me? Don't worry, from now on, I will take care of all your business. I won't mention any conditions again!"
"However, under no circumstances can we call the police, otherwise, we're all finished!"
My mother's phone rang, she answered it, then the phone slipped from her hand, followed by a cry: "My daughter is gone! It's all my fault!"
I remained unmoved.
My heart died long ago. My father came back, and I am his everything. He gritted his teeth and wanted to hold the heavy-duty truck driver accountable. Only I know that the main responsibility is not on him.
I recorded all of this on my phone. When I was alive, I didn't know how to talk to my father. Now, I don't have to worry anymore.
You helped me.
- Did you see the news? A car fell from the overpass where I had my accident.
There is a man surnamed He on the car, and also me mother.
Her voice disappeared with her figure, and I was sweating all over, as if I had just been pulled out of the water.
I found the evening newspaper that published the news of the car accident. Just from the literal meaning, it was just an ordinary car accident.
6.
Ango told me this:
manager Zhuang, the father of that girl, has companies in Jiangcheng, Mo Du, Hua Cheng, and Yanjing, mainly engaged in foreign trade business, reaching as far west as the beautiful country and as far east as the land of the rising sun.
Although every city has professional managers to take care of things for him, he still has to fly around to greet people. So, he rarely returns home to Jiangcheng. The understanding and recognition of happiness are different for everyone.
Zhuang Qiuya's happiness is having her mother by her side, while poor people always pursue happiness with money, a nice car, and a big house at home.
Chiu JingJing and her husband He Wei have been working as a the Zhuang family for many years. One is a nanny and the other is a driver. They are not very busy, and the salary from the the Zhuang family is not low, but this couple always feels like they are inferior and dependent on others, and this feeling becomes stronger as time goes by.
Why do they live in luxury every day? Their daughter is in elementary school, and the tuition alone costs eighty thousand yuan a year. Why does Mrs. Zhuang play cards every day and still have to serve her food and drinks? Sometimes she has to listen to her say something unpleasant and watch her mood!
The psychology of the two people slowly became distorted, and they began to view everything related to the the Zhuang family with a hostile gaze.
One day, He Wei picked up Mr. Zhuang from the airport, while Mrs. Zhuang was playing cards at someone else's house. Because the car was no longer needed, Mr. Zhuang sent the driver He Wei back.
Upon entering the house, they saw the maid Chiu JingJing sleeping soundly on the sofa in their own living room.
Perhaps because there is no one else at home, Chiu JingJing sleeps deeply. In order to sleep comfortably, the buttons on the top are also unbuttoned, everything is full of temptation.
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