Chapter 1121: Mom Is the Best in the World

This song, "Only Mom is Good in the World", was recorded by Yan Huan for Xun Xun.

He reached out and carefully touched his daughter's face, hoping that she would get better soon and stop getting sick. She really couldn't get sick again. If she continued to get sick, even he, as a father, would collapse.

At this time, in a simple room, Yan Huan was sweating all over. She was already sweating all over, and her hands and feet were tightly tied. She suddenly shuddered and woke up.

I don't know what time it is, but the only thing I know is that it is still midnight, and she finally survived a level. She first bit the rope with her teeth, and then untied the rope tied around her feet. You can see that her ankles and wrists are all blue marks caused by the rope.

She wiped her face with her sleeve, and then stood up, but after taking another step, she couldn't help but fall down again.

Then she fell down again and again, but got up again and again.

She walked into her small bathroom and scooped up a handful of water. The water was ice-cold. When she put her hand into the water, she couldn't help but shiver again. She seemed to be unable to feel the temperature on her fingers. At this time, she was like a dead person, with almost no temperature at all.

She scooped up some water again and put it to her mouth.

Then she drank it mouthful by mouthful.

She closed her eyes again and endured the coldness from her throat to her lungs, which was inexplicably painful.

She walked out and changed into another set of clothes. As for the clothes she took off, she had to wash them, otherwise she would have nothing to wear. The water was a bit cold, but she was used to it. I don't know if this is the so-called self-pity and self-abandonment. Maybe it is.

It is also possible that she just wants to ignore something by using the pain of the body?

Sometimes only when it hurts can you feel that you are still alive.

Only when it hurts can she know how much more suffering she will have to endure.

If she keeps in pain, maybe when the real pain comes, she will no longer feel it.

Yes, she didn't feel much anymore.

After washing the clothes, it was still dark outside, and the cold wind was still blowing from time to time, just like the air in Haishi at this time, there was water vapor from the Haijiang River, and the water from the Haijiang River was actually about to freeze.

She wiped the water on her hands, her fingers were frozen red, and they were trembling slightly from time to time, numb.

She walked to the wooden bed and put her hand into the pillow. After buying a few things, she only had two thousand two yuan. Even if she didn't eat or drink, and didn't treat her illness, these two thousand yuan could only last for four months at most, and it was just the rent of this old house.

So, she needed money, she needed a lot of money, and she also had a lot of money, but she didn't know where the money came from. She felt that playing a female ghost should be quite profitable.

Should she play it again?

And whether she was making fun of herself in misery, she touched her face. If she really played a female ghost again, she didn't know if others would beat her to death directly.

She thought about it, then reached into the pillow, took out a package, and opened it. Inside was the jewelry she had worn that day. She didn't know if the gang didn't like it or if they forgot about it, so her jewelry was still there.

There was a ring and a necklace, a set.

This could sell for a lot of money, right?

She remembered that when she bought it, the store said that it could be maintained for life, and it could be sold at the original price, but it would have to pay for depreciation.

Yan Huan bit her lips, which were almost colorless, and then clenched her hands. Suddenly, she pulled the necklace hard, and it also split the necklace in half from the middle.

Then she smashed the ring and other things with a chair.

She knew Lu Yi's temper. Lu Yi would find out a lot of things. Maybe one day, he would find out her whereabouts from these jewelry.

But she was like this, she touched her arm again.

What's the point of her coming here like this?

It's better, it's better to treat her as dead.

The next day, she put on an old dress and wrapped herself tightly. In this way, no one could recognize her. Although she was thin in Sunjia Village, she was not as thin as now, almost out of shape. Her eyes were blue and her skin seemed blue.

In this way, some people could tell at a glance that she was actually an addict.

The next day, she went out before dawn. Now she only walked in places with few people to avoid any physical contact with others. She went out early in the morning to buy anything and stayed away from the crowd when she did anything. In the eyes of her few neighbors, she was actually a monster who knew where she came from.

He never talked to anyone and never showed his face. It seemed that he only went out in the morning, and stayed in the house all the time at other times. Somehow, news of this got to the landlord, and the landlord remembered that someone seemed to have said that some people rent other people's houses and never clean them. If they lived there for a few years, they would turn other people's houses into a garbage dump.

Although her house is not very good, there are still many people renting it. If it really becomes a garbage dump in the future, she will not make money anymore, so she came that day. When she opened the door, Yan Huan was eating a bowl of noodles.

And is there anything more helpless and embarrassing than this?

Although it is a rented house, it can't be like this.

When the landlord saw Yan Huan, of course he was embarrassed. He was originally aggressive and wanted to fight someone to death, but when he saw his cleaned house, the extra furniture that was not originally here, and the bottle of wild flowers and weeds on the table, he felt that his face was about to be burned.

"I went to the wrong door, the wrong door," the landlord quickly closed the door, but she said she went to the wrong door, whether it was really the wrong door, everyone knew it well, if you went to the wrong door, then what is the key in your hand.

The landlord left, but Yan Huan felt that the house was not so safe anymore. She carried her little money with her or hid it away.

In the morning, the wind blowing on people was obviously cold. Many people shrank their necks, rubbed their hands, and walked forward in a hurry. They might be going to work or going home.