: villain disqualification

After Meng Yao rushed out of the classroom, she didn't even take her clothes and parcels, and ran towards Yunmeng Yunping City. After running for half an hour, her heart was about to burst before she slowly stopped...

Looking back at the direction of the library, the direction of the library was no longer visible, and the grievance and sadness in his heart suddenly burst out. He knelt down on the ground, extremely sad, and finally couldn't help crying.

Lan Xichen really wanted to be able to appear in front of Meng Yao at this moment, to stand beside him when he was most desperate, flustered and helpless, to hug him, and to tell him that it wasn't that the whole world looked down on him, that all this was not true. his fault.He is empathetic with Meng Yao at the moment, knowing just now, even if those classmates who are close to him on weekdays return him a look without sarcasm or contempt, they can save Meng Yao at this moment... Unfortunately, after all, there is no one. .

It would be great if he could get to know Ayao earlier... Or even if he could try to understand Ayao more after that...

The real heartache is hidden under the gentle and bright smile.

Meng Yao cried for a long time until the sky darkened. He should have returned to the library. After all, this place is in the wilderness, and it is still several days away from Yunping City by walking alone.But Meng Yao stubbornly refused to go back. If she was really attacked by wild animals or killed by thieves on the road, it would be her fate, right?Or maybe it would be nice to end it like this.Thinking in this way, he carefully carried those books all the way back to Shisi Pavilion day and night without sleep or rest.

As soon as he entered his room, he passed out.

Her mother probably knew that he had been wronged a lot, and she still felt sorry for the tuition fees she had spent in vain, but she couldn't say anything when she saw her son's heartbroken look.

Meng Yao fell asleep at night until he was half dreaming and half awake, feeling like his mother was hugging him, trembling and crying silently, the cold tears wet his clothes at the neckline, Meng Yao didn't dare to open his eyes, he knew his mother's strong temper, absolutely couldn't bear it Helpless to be seen by him.

Before he fell asleep again after being extremely tired, he seemed to hear A Niang saying sorry over and over again in his ear.

But what was she sorry for him?Shouldn't he be born?Shouldn't she be a prostitute?Shouldn't it be expected that the man will be responsible for picking them up to redeem her?

Meng Yao never went to the library again.

After this road failed, he honestly did odd jobs in the shop. Generally speaking, he also understood that now that he was getting older and his mother was getting less and less business, the old man and the turtle were too tired. It's not worth keeping them.

But apart from here, they really have nowhere to go.

In order not to be disgusted by others, Meng Yao tried her best to show her usefulness, she did hard work diligently and hard, and she dared not offend any of the sisters in the building, no matter what kind of cynicism she made up her mind not to Say nothing.

They thought his silence was a silent protest, and they became more and more mean to him.

So Meng Yao had to smile no matter how unhappy she was...

Oh, it turned out that the invulnerable smile was practiced from this time.

When he was young, his mother was still the red card in the building, and there were many people who came here admiringly, and the sisters in the building also supported him, and they never dared to bully him.So even if she was the son of a whore, Meng Yao never felt that she was inferior to others.What's more, his mother has a high spirit and often teaches him that he has the noble blood of the Lanling Jin family, and even Meng Yao is also a person with strong self-esteem.But now, their mother and son are living a more humble and more difficult life, and their self-esteem and so on... have long been trampled down to very little.

If he lived without self-esteem and shame from the very beginning, maybe he wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

That day, he was doing odd jobs in the building when suddenly there was a commotion from upstairs.

On the second floor, there was the sound of cups, plates, and saucers breaking. A Yaoqin rolled and flew out, and fell to the center of the hall with a loud noise.

Meng Yao shouted: "Aniang!"

Meng Yao rushed upstairs. Meng Shi was clutching her scalp and desperately pulling her clothes over her shoulders. When she saw Meng Yao running over, she hurriedly said, "I told you not to go upstairs! Go down! Don't go down!"

Meng Yao went to break the prostitute's hand, but was kicked in the lower abdomen, and Gu Lulu rolled down the stairs, causing a lot of exclamations.

His mother yelled "Ah!", and was immediately grabbed by the guest's hair again and dragged downstairs.

Meng Yao wanted to struggle to stand up, but the client kicked her so hard that the pain in her chest and lower abdomen was so unbearable that she couldn't even straighten her waist.However, he was terrified in his heart, worried that the man would beat his mother in public, enduring the pain, wriggling like a caterpillar on the dusty ground, moving forward bit by bit: "Mother..."

However, what Meng Yao didn't expect was that the man didn't beat his mother, but did something even more excessive.He took off her clothes, threw her into the street, spat on her naked body, and cursed: "What an ugly person, the old whore still treats herself like a new commodity!"

Meng Yao only felt the blood rushing up all over her body, and for the first time, a serious impulse burst out from the bottom of her heart to kill that person.The tears in his eyes blurred his vision, and with a low panting wail like a beast, he crawled towards his mother's trembling and helpless body with difficulty.

How much he wished that he could still stand up at this moment, walked over quickly, took off his clothes, and wrapped his mother's dignity that had almost disappeared in his arms.

Unfortunately, he was so incompetent that he couldn't even stand up.