Chapter 413 413. Old Stories in the Mountain Village (9)
——It really sucks.
——I don’t think there is anything wrong with group destruction at all now.
——No normal person can stay here, and those left behind are either stupid or bad. That girl is right.
——Huh? 123 How did the scene with Teacher Huang change? Did you use teleportation props?
"It's no use, we just showed up here." Lin Xi said softly.
Although there is no one in the room yet, even if there is someone, they will not hear their voices.
They are now in Shu Ximo's bedroom.
Not more than five minutes after Lin Xi said this, he heard Ma Jinhe's cursing voice.
"You should say less! She just gave birth to a child. If she gets sick from anger, do you still want to have another child? The same goes for the two girls. I don’t know that my cousin is in confinement. Well, just take him out.”
To be fair, Ma Jinhe's two cousins didn't think of this, so they dressed Shu Ximo tightly and even put on a hat.
However, the hat was knocked off by Ma Jinhe.
——She was mumbling about the two nieces. Why didn’t you tell the woman your son was meditating during confinement?
——This old lady was hopeless from the moment she decided to stay.
——But no matter what, it is still her child. Those of you who have never given birth to children will not understand how it feels to be a mother.
——Fortunately, none of Shu Ximo’s children survived, and they finally left.
——But, all six children died, how sad she was!
Shu Ximo walked back to the room with a somewhat numb expression, lying down on the bed without speaking or taking off his clothes.
Ma Jinhe's mother placed the child next to Shu Ximo and sighed.
“Looking at your children more will make you feel like you have a home and you won’t want to leave.” Ma Jinhe’s mother said. "I think back when your grandparents and two uncles came here, I decided not to go back just because I had Jin He. If I left, his father would definitely not let me take him with him. I was afraid that his life would be different without me. It’s not good. Have you ever seen Jin He’s father, who drinks heavily all day long and beats people up when he’s drunk? Didn’t I... come here too?”
Shu Ximo kept her eyes closed, neither looking at Ma Jinhe's mother nor speaking.
Ma Jinhe’s mother sighed, turned around and went out.
——Ma Jinhe’s mother is also a pitiful person,
——Poor people must be hateful.
——It’s not pitiful, it’s sad. If a person takes a child alone, maybe Ma Jinhe will not be like this.
——Ma Jinhe should be the replica of his father. He is lazy about food, beats women, and even his mother doesn’t respect him.
——He has ruined his whole life just for such a son.
——Now I want to destroy other women.
Lin Xi heard a "click" sound.
“It’s broken, Ma Jinhe’s mother locked the door.” Huang Jingjing said.
"It will be opened later." Linxi said. "If it doesn't work, let's wait until dawn before leaving."
——Aren't you afraid to watch everyone disappear before your eyes?
——There is no everyone, only Shu Ximo and the children.
——It just disappears, nothing to be afraid of. Moreover, it is already known that the scene has reappeared.
——Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of.
I don't know how long it took, but Shu Ximo, who had kept her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time, then turned to look at the child lying next to her.
The child had no idea what he was going through. He slept very soundly and even smacked his little mouth from time to time.
It is white and tender. Although it is small, the shadow of Shu Ximo can be seen.
Shu Ximo's eyes turned red as she watched. She lowered her head and kissed the child on the forehead.
——It’s over, it’s over, motherhood has revived. ——If the child had not died, would Shu Ximo follow in the footsteps of her mother-in-law?
——The death of the child must have been a huge blow to her.
——What the hell?
——Woah! ! !
—Oh my God! ! !
——Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.com What a tragedy in the world!
Lin Xi and Huang Jingjing’s eyes widened instantly.
After Shu Ximo kissed the child, he suddenly pulled his quilt and covered the child's head, covering it tightly.
Maybe she didn't dare to see the child's struggle, so she closed her eyes tightly, but the child still started crying because he was out of breath, but the cry became weaker and weaker, and finally became silent.
Shu Ximo pulled back his quilt and quickly turned the child over so that his face was face down.
Lin Xi and Huang Jingjing both covered their mouths with their hands and did not dare to make a sound even though they knew Shu Ximo couldn't hear them.
——So, Shu Ximo’s child was killed by herself!
——She must not want the child to trip her up in this stupid and cannibalistic place!
——She killed all six children?
——No wonder her spirit was up and down in the end, and she was no longer normal.
——Can’t we find a way to prevent pregnancy?
——How to avoid it? Just take medicine. She was probably being closely watched and couldn't even leave the village. Otherwise, she wouldn't have run away at night.
——I guess there was a time to take medicine in between.
——123 They teleported automatically!
——It’s very good, all the props are saved.
Lin Xi and Huang Jingjing found that they had already sat back in the car.
The two people looked at each other, but neither spoke.
Still immersed in the scene I just saw, I feel both disbelief and despair.
This despair empathizes with Shu Ximo’s despair.
A little seventeen-year-old girl who should have been at school with her classmates and looking forward to a bright future was ruined.
Even if she was taken back by her family ten years later, how could she forget the experience of these ten years.
In ten years, Shu Ximo was only twenty-six years old, about the same age as Huang Jingjing.
But the Shu Ximo they saw last night was thin and haggard, with hair as matted as weeds, yellow and dull.
Except for her obsession with leaving Majia Village, there may be nothing else in her life.
I can’t even remember where my home is or who my parents are.
She only remembers the name her parents gave her.
The cherishment of cherishing, the ink of pen and ink.
When she was a child, her parents must have explained her name like this.
"Let's go back and lie down for a while. Tomorrow..." Lin Xi looked at her phone. "At dawn today, we will go find Aunt Qin."
"Okay." Huang Jingjing agreed, smiling bitterly. "I guess I won't be able to sleep. Although I don't have children, we have seen a lot of how much parents love their children."
"Yes!" Linxi said.
Every child in their school is the heart and soul of their parents. Whether it is a junior or senior student, if something happens to them, they get bumped into, get sick, get injured in a fight with a classmate, etc., their parents will be extremely distressed.
They have no children, and they may not understand how parents feel about their children, but they feel so desperate and helpless when they kill their own children with their own hands.
Lin Xi could not forget Shu Ximo's wide-open, bloodshot eyes after he turned the child over.
Even if she is taken back by her parents, will she be safe and happy?
The chapter name of the previous chapter was written wrong again. I'm going to see if I can change it. I guess I can't!