Loving Strangers

Another morning, Baizhi was woken up again by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and she squinted her eyes in sleepiness to move her vision.

Turning over lazily, he didn't care and said, "I'll kneel down for you if you get a penny."

The figure who was flipping through her chest of drawers paused, and the next second——

"Where's the money?"

She pretended to dig her ears, buried her face in the quilt, ignored it, and pretended she didn't hear it.

So, the female voice behind him repeated again, with anger: "He Baizhi, you are going to die, where is the money?"

"none of your business."

Baizhi's tone was harsh, even disdainful: "I said a long time ago, if you can steal a penny from me, I will jump off the roof."

"I'm your mother!"

"You can't even be my father—"

"Okay." Baizhi's mother rushed out of the door angrily, and then came back, holding the broom in her hand, and beating on the bed.

Baizhi got hit and jumped up from the bed——

"Are you fucking trying to hit me?"

Baizhi's expression at the moment is like that of an animal leader whose territory has been invaded by other animals, glaring, his eyes are red, and there is bad make-up on his face.

"Who will show the appearance of being neither human nor ghost every day?" Baizhi's mother suddenly lowered her arrogance, and she shouted: "I am your mother, so you have to support me, otherwise it is unfilial."

"Get out."

"You give me the money first."

"Why?"

"Because I am your mother!"

"Ah……"

Old houses are old everywhere.

The sound insulation is terrible, and the neighbors are not surprised when they hear the noise, but I feel sorry for Baizhi having such a mother.To put it bluntly, except for the death of Baizhi's mother, she will never be able to get rid of it in this life.

"You were born in October. I brought you up with shit and pee, was it easy for me? Why don't I just reach out to get some money from you and treat your mother like this?"

"Oh, my daughter is not filial, I don't want to live anymore..."

Baizhi took out some red RMB from under the pillow and threw them over, "Get out."

"Oh, how come there are fewer and fewer."

Even so, Baizhi's mother picked up the money and muttered in a low voice, "It's not enough for me to gamble a few times..."

"Give it back to me if you don't."

"I'm going out first, so get up and go to work quickly, or we'll starve to death? ...Hurry up." The voice became softer, and Baizhi heard the sound of the dilapidated door of her house being closed.

She was lying on her back, facing the ceiling.

She stretched out her arms to cover her eyes and sight, and a black mark slid down her cheek.

On Sunday, Xiaoju got up very early.

In her own small garden, she sat opposite the drawing board.

Even without looking, she can construct the grass, trees and sky in the small garden landscape on the paper.

The small garden she was in seemed to be her own area, and the quarrels in the house and the sound of things breaking had nothing to do with her.

Ever since they were young, their father and mother had been arguing non-stop because of the mistress, but in the outside world, they were also model couples who were loving and loving in the business circle.

Xiaoju doesn't understand why she can endure the situation of not being in love with each other, or even looking at each other and loathing each other until now.

The nanny at home was getting old, and she walked out with heavy steps, her eyes full of distress.

"Xiaoju, why don't you go outside and paint—"

Fixed lines, you will hear such words in almost every quarrel.She didn't know whether to thank the parents who were in the quarrel and still worry about her emotions, or to resent the parents who caused this deformed environment.

"Okay, I see." Xiaoju put away the drawing board, put the drawing tools into the backpack leaning against the chair, calmly put the drawing board on her back, picked up the backpack and went out.