Chapter 1289 Why Don't You Die

Northwest, the city of exile.

After nightfall, the whole city is brightly lit and very noisy.

This kind of noise has nothing to do with the atmosphere of the New Year's Eve.

No one celebrates New Year's Eve in the city of exile.

The more lively the festival, the more chaotic the city of exile will be.

Because there are many people who come out to hang around, and when there are many people, there will be more conflicts.

The people here beat each other when they disagree with each other.

If one day I didn't hear that Na Na died again, that would be abnormal.

In a dark and dilapidated alleyway, in a mud house with half-collapsed walls, there was a faint sound.

There is no light in the house, so you can't see clearly what's going on inside, but occasionally people passing by the door of the house hear the sound inside, and they know what the people inside are doing.

After a long while, a man came out of the room cursing and arranging his clothes as he walked, "It's a whole body of bones, it's a fucking pain. It's only worth the price of two steamed buns!"

When he turned his head, the man glanced across another dark room, fear flashed in his eyes, he spat hard on the ground, and walked away.

"Bring the steamed buns." A woman's hoarse voice came from the dark room, "Hurry up! Do you want to disobey me?"

In the dilapidated house opposite, a thin and thin figure staggered out, holding two steamed buns that had become hard in his hands, and walked numbly towards the next room.

The dark room is like the mouth of a monster, ready to devour people at any time. Through the dim moonlight coming in from the window, one can vaguely see a person sitting on the innermost wooden bed. His figure is also thin and thin. His eyes flickering in the dim light make one's heart skip a beat.

The whole room was filled with an unpleasant stench, and the staggering woman seemed to be unable to smell it, dragging her dilapidated body, moving her steps stiffly and numbly.

"Hurry up! Are you trying to starve me to death? Let me tell you, if you dare to think anything, I will make your life worse than death!" When the woman approached, the man on the bed snatched the steamed bun from her hand, Gobble it up and stuff it into your mouth desperately.

Even if the steamed buns are cold and hard, and even have a faint smell of rancidity, they are still delicious for hungry people.

"Why is half of it missing? How dare you hide it secretly?!" The steamed bun was too hard and dry, and he choked on his throat after eating too fast, Shan Lai raised his face and stared fiercely at the maidservant in front of him.

Half of his face was exposed under the dim moonlight, covered with abscesses, ugly and hideous.

"I'm hungry, I ate half of it." The servant girl replied blankly.

Snapped.

The slap fell on the face, the expected pain, the smell of blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth, the servant girl lowered her head and said nothing.

As long as you don't speak, the beating and scolding will end soon.

"Eat it, eat it, I can't let you starve to death." Shan Lai laughed, the laughter was sharp and weird, which made the hearts of those who listened creepy.

A year of torture can crush anyone's arrogance and make people completely unrecognizable.

The two people in the room, whether it's Shanlai or the maid, have changed.

An ugliness that completely reveals its true face as if the shell of hypocrisy has been peeled off.

One was smoothed out, and the last bit of kindness in his heart was also worn away.

In the corner, a pair of eyes quietly watched the scene in front of them, like a lifeless puppet, so quiet that it didn't seem to exist.

"Come here." The woman on the bed suddenly looked over and said coldly.

There was a slight sound, and the person who was huddled in the corner got up and walked unsteadily towards the bed. It was a small ball, and it was a child.

Very small, very thin.

Because of the thin, almost skinny face, the pair of empty eyes appeared piercingly large.

She was wrapped in a jacket that she picked up from nowhere, and it reached to her calves, and underneath was her bare feet.

"Want to eat?" Spreading out his palms, Shan Lai held a small piece of steamed buns, half a mouthful for an adult.

The baby's eyes fell on the woman's palm, and slowly stretched out her thin and dirty hand.

Shanlai flipped the palm of his hand, and the steamed bun fell to the ground.

Wa'er was a little slow to react, after half a beat, she squatted down, picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

The cold and hard steamed buns are like biting a stone in your mouth. Even if there is only a little bit, the little baby will have to bite for a long time before he can finish biting.

"Ouch!" The baby choked, but didn't spit out the food in her mouth.

His eyes were rounded, his little face turned purple, his half-open mouth couldn't breathe, it opened and closed.

The two adults didn't move, just watched coldly.

It's like watching an interesting play.

It wasn't until the end that the little baby started to roll his eyes, and Shan Lai patted the little baby on the back hard, pacifying him.

"Useless little brute. Take him away!"

The servant girl bent over and took the little baby's hand, and dragged the panting little baby out of the room.

Back in the dilapidated house opposite, the maid flicked her hand, and the little baby almost flew out, hitting the dirt wall with force.

There was not much movement, even if the person on the other side heard it, they would not say anything.

The servant girl watched Xiaowaer lose her breath with cold eyes, and it took a long time before she regained her strength, then slowly got up and stood up straight.

No crying, no fuss, no begging for mercy.

There was nothing in those empty eyes, as if they knew everything, and they seemed to understand nothing.

The servant girl walked over, took the torn clothes next to her, rolled them up in her hands, and slapped the baby on the face forcefully.

In this way, there will be no sound, and the people in the opposite room will not be disturbed.

The two-year-old child couldn't bear the strength of the adults at all, and was beaten to the ground time and time again, and got up and stood back to his original position time and time again.

The woman beat and pinched, dragged, even picked him up and threw him to the ground, but he still got up again and again.

It's just that the movements are getting harder and harder, and the reactions are getting slower and slower.

In the end, the servant girl was tired and fell to the ground dumbly, staring at the little baby who was always standing in front of her, tears rushed out of her eyes and slid down.

This is the little baby she once loved dearly, and she has been with her since birth.

Sometimes she even felt that she was more like a child's mother than a saint.

She is just a maid, she has done nothing wrong, let alone hurt anyone, why did she end up like this in the end?

If there was no little baby in front of her back then, wouldn't she have been by the saint's side all the time, wouldn't she have fallen into the situation she is today.

Selling himself, just to exchange two steamed buns.

It's not my stomach that's full.

"Why...don't you die? Why don't you die?" She murmured with tears in her eyes.

The little baby looked back at her quietly with his oversized eyes, and after a long time, his dark and thin little hand slowly lifted up, touched the woman's face, and wiped away her tears gently and clumsily.

The servant girl was stunned, trembling all over.

Holding the little baby in his arms for the last time, weeping sadly.

Even crying, she dared not make a sound.

She hates it!

"Little bitch, it's New Year's Eve, it's time to go out to celebrate the new year!"

"Firecrackers are set off outside during the New Year's Eve, and my father has prepared some of this stuff. I'll let you have a taste of it later!"

"Hahaha! Quickly, drag people out!"

Outside the dilapidated house, footsteps came closer and closer accompanied by unscrupulous laughter.

The servant girl's face paled instantly.

Today, I read this kid's outline, and I almost cried myself. I'm getting old, so it's really not suitable for writing abuse. This is already a modified version, I reluctantly accepted it, so I posted it. I'll see how many bricks you have piled up later. Want to see the next episode? Wait until I take a shower, hahaha.