Although Zhong Pao-ah had an inferiority complex, the moment she saw that Lin Guangyao had cheated on her again, her pride as a member of the Zhong Family finally took over. Zhong Pao-ah immediately asked for a divorce.
Everything that Lin Guangyao had was given to him by Zhong Pao-ah. Without Lin Guangyao, Zhong Pao-ah would still be the little princess of the Zhong Family. However, without Zhong Pao-ah, Lin Guangyao would have nothing.
Lin Guangyao didn't want to lose everything, so he chose to take action in Zhong Pao-ah's car. After Zhong Pao-ah died, Lin Guangyao had the custody of the child. Because of the child, the Zhong Family had no choice but to refrain from taking action.
However, Lin Guangyao ignored a woman's jealousy. He didn't know that the mistress was the child of the human trafficker that Zhong Pao-ah's father had attacked. The mistress had seduced Lin Guangyao to take revenge on Zhong Pao-ah. Now that Zhong Pao-ah was dead, Zhong Pao-ah's child was in her hands. She threw the child down the stairs.
Zhong Pao-ah's child died, and the Zhong Family was furious. Lin Guangyao instantly lost everything. However, the deaths of Zhong Pao-ah and the child were a huge blow to the Old Master Zhong. The Old Master Zhong left this world prematurely.
Although the host was Zhong Pao-ah, the person who made the wish was the Old Master Zhong.
The Old Master Zhong was a man of great merit. He used his merit to give his child a good life.
When Jiujiu opened her eyes, she was holding a white sweatshirt in her hands and squatting by the river to wash clothes.
Jiujiu lowered her head and looked at her hand.
It was a small hand. The fingers were black and thin. They didn't look like human fingers. Instead, they looked like braised chicken feet.
This pair of hands was holding the sweatshirt and constantly scrubbing it. Behind Jiujiu, there was a large pile of clothes waiting for Jiujiu to wash.
Jiujiu pretended to be tired and rubbed her eyes. She scrubbed the clothes like Zhong Pao-ah while recalling Zhong Pao-ah's memories.
Zhong Pao-ah was five years old now. She had been abducted and sold here for two years. Because she was young, she couldn't work in the fields or cook, so she was responsible for cleaning the house and washing clothes every day...
It was late autumn, but Jiujiu was still wearing a black coat that emitted a foul stench. Because she had been wearing it for a long time, her elbows and the hem of her coat had become as thin as a piece of paper. One could see the other side with a poke of one's finger. It could not block the harsh wind at all.
Not to mention that her hands were still soaked in the cold river water. It was as if she was being tortured.
No wonder Old Master Zhong found her. She was a twelve-year-old child, but she looked like she was only seven or eight years old. She was lucky to survive like this.
Jiujiu planned to run away. Naturally, she wouldn't continue to wash the clothes for this family. She put the unwashed clothes into a basin and pretended to go home. In fact, she was planning to run away.
The place where Zhong Bao 'er was sold was a remote mountain village. There was only one way down the mountain. With Jiujiu's slender legs, if she wanted to use them to escape down the mountain, she would probably be caught before she could even leave the place.
Jiujiu planned to hide in the mountain for a while. When the people in the village stopped looking for her, she would take the opportunity to go down the mountain.
When there was no one around, Jiujiu put on a few pieces of clothes in the basin that she could wear. She threw the rest on the ground and ran towards the mountain.
Jiujiu's thin legs couldn't run very fast, but Jiujiu ran towards the place where the vegetation was abundant. Just as she was about to call Little White out, she suddenly heard a soft moaning sound carried by the wind.
The sound was very soft, like the whine of a dog before it died. It was desperate and sad.
In Zhong Pao-ah's memory, it seemed that some time ago, Old Li's son ran away when Old Li went down the mountain to buy something. The villagers immediately blocked the way down the mountain, but they couldn't find him. The villagers guessed that Fang Ying had run away. Now it seemed that Old Li's son didn't run away. Instead, he ran up the mountain.
But it was also true. A child couldn't run faster than an adult. If he was caught and beaten, it would be light. If he was badly beaten, his legs would be broken.
And Old Li's son, who was bought with a large sum of money, would definitely have his legs broken.
They were both buried at the end of the world. There was no need for them to have known each other before.
Jiujiu followed the sound and quickly came to a cliff. The moaning sound became clearer and clearer.
The cliff wasn't high. It was about three or four meters high. But for a little child who was less than a meter tall, it was bottomless.
Jiujiu walked along the cliff for a while and finally found a tree. She held onto the trunk and slid down. Then she saw the child lying at the bottom of the cliff. His eyes were open and his mouth was constantly moaning.
When he heard the sound, the child's eyes were filled with fear. But when he saw Jiujiu appear, his eyes shone brightly. The strong desire to live almost burned Jiujiu's eyes.
Jiujiu stepped in front of the child. She lowered her head and asked, "Why are you here?"
The child fell down the cliff for three or four days. Both his legs were broken and his arms were injured. He couldn't get up at all. If it weren't for his good luck that there weren't any ferocious beasts around, he would have become a pile of bones by now.
Even though Jiujiu was only a little child, even though he was very uncomfortable, his strong desire to live made him speak. "I, I fell down from above."
He took out a bottle of water. It was dark all around and he couldn't see the bottom. His ears were constantly filled with the roars of beasts. In his panic, he fell down from above.
Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any large beasts around. Unfortunately, both his legs were broken and even his arms were injured. He couldn't move and could only wait for death to come.
Jiujiu asked tentatively, "Are you Old Li's child?"
After hearing Jiujiu say 'Old Li', the child, who was full of hope before, had a strong sense of despair in his eyes. But he gritted his teeth and insisted, "I'm not Old Li's child. My name is Wu Mengze. I'm a child of the Wu Family."
Jiujiu blinked. Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered gently. She nodded like a little adult and said, "I know. You're the same as me. They bought you home."
Wu Mengze thought that this girl would definitely tell Old Li about him. Then he would be taken back by Old Li and beaten up violently. Then he would continue to be Old Li's son. He didn't expect Jiujiu to say that they were the same.
If they were the same, then …
Looking into Wu Mengze's eyes, Jiujiu nodded. "I was bought back to be a child bride. Like you, I ran away."
Jiujiu pulled the corners of her mouth and revealed a bright smile. She walked to Wu Mengze's side and raised her hand to poke Wu Mengze's cheek. But when she saw her own hand that looked like a chicken's claw, she turned her head away in disgust. She pursed her lips and said, "You're injured now and can't walk. Let's run again when you're better."
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