Chapter 959 Ugly Woman

"Yeah," Xunxun agreed to her father with grievance, but her eyes were always looking at the TV. The screen was black, and there was no mother, but she really missed her mother.

When Lu Yi went back, Xunxun had fallen asleep. She was sleeping in her little bed. Her face was very thin and pitiful, and her eyelashes were slightly curled, but they were still very long and beautiful.

The little girl looked more and more like her mother. Lu Yi thought that Yan Huan must have been so beautiful when she was a child, and she was also a treasure in the palm of her parents' hands. However, her parents were gone a long time ago, leaving her alone, lonely, and later she made the mistake of her previous life, so that she even gave up her life.

However, she finally lived a better life after a new life, but why did something happen again? Not to mention Xunxun, even he couldn't bear the fact that Yan Huan had left until now.

He still had a kind of expectation and hope in his heart. His Huanhuan must be somewhere now. She couldn't come back. As long as he persisted, as long as he waited, as long as he looked for her, she would come back in the end. She would come back home. There were him, three children, and Xunxun at home.

He walked over, squatted down in his daughter's crib, and then gently stroked his daughter's little face.

"Our Xunxun is the best, right? Dad knows that you miss your mother."

"And Dad, misses your mother too."

At this time, another midwinter had arrived. In the ice and snow, the last leaf on the branch was blown away, and then the bare branch, who knew when, was only stained with the cold of winter and the snow of winter.

In the distance, the coldness was already daunting, and people were unwilling to get close.

The fire in the stove was burning from time to time, and the flames outside the stove were also spreading from time to time. The walls around were peeling, and the wall skin had also fallen off a lot. There were a few broken chairs that could have been thrown away or used as firewood long ago, and a lame table, which now had half a brick underneath and could continue to be used.

No one would be willing to throw away the grass and trees, tables and chairs here, no matter how broken or rotten they were.

This is a small mountain village, a small village far away from the city and civilization. The village is located in a remote mountainous area. Dozens of families here have lived here for generations, almost isolated from the world. There is even no electricity here. The things people use for lighting are the original oil lamps, and what they use are also things passed down from generation to generation in every household.

There is no electricity, no TV, no washing machine, no natural gas, and the firewood used for cooking in the village is just firewood picked up from the mountains.

Just break off a few tree roots or blow a few big trees with an axe, and it will be enough to burn for several days.

In this mud house, a woman came out. She was wearing tattered clothes and had several patches on her body. Then she walked out dragging one leg.

She took a bundle of firewood from the side, added a few firewoods to the old stove, and sat down next to the stove, relying on the warmth given to her by the stove.

She raised her face. There was almost no flesh on her face. There was a big scar on one side of her face. It was a bit scary. She buried her head between her legs and hugged her knees tightly.

The wind outside almost blew down the broken window, bringing the unique coldness of the mountain.

This is close to the mountain, and the mountain wind is very cold.

She hugged her legs again, almost curled herself up into a ball. Only in this way, it seemed, could she give herself some warmth and make herself feel a little warm.

Her face was ruined and ugly, but her eyes were very beautiful, standard almond eyes, long eye corners, and curled eyelashes. It was a pity that these eyes were born on such an ugly face.

She touched her face. There was no mirror here, so she didn't know what she looked like now. She could only vaguely see her appearance from the reflection in the water.

It was actually very ugly.

And her legs. She put her hands on her legs and pressed them gently. It seemed that she still felt the initial pain. That kind of pain was the pain of broken bones that she would never forget in her life.

However, because the medical conditions here were limited, her legs were broken and she could only limp now.

She became an ugly monster and a cripple. She took another piece of firewood and threw it into the old stove. With the temperature from the stove, she would not freeze to death.

Tomorrow, she would look for something useful to see if she could borrow some plastic paper to paste the window. Otherwise, she might not be able to survive this winter.

She hugged her legs tightly again, clinging to this little bit of warmth, otherwise, she might have frozen to death this winter.

Not far away, there was a tattered quilt, which could not block any coldness or keep any warmth, but even these were all she had now, otherwise, she really didn't even have a home, not even a roof to shelter from the wind and rain.

The wind was still blowing outside, and the stove went out in the middle of the night. I don’t know if it went out naturally or because it was blown out by the wind. When she wanted to pick up firewood to light the stove, she was a little discouraged. There was not much firewood. Even if she went out to collect it tomorrow, the firewood she picked up might be damp and would take a long time to use. Otherwise, even if she picked it up, it would not be of much use. Even if she used it to make a fire, it would not be able to light it.

Forget it, she stood up, and she could still feel the wind outside chilling her back again and again. She was like she was not wearing any clothes in the middle of winter, standing naked in the ice and snow, and then she was frozen to death.

She pulled open the rags and cotton wool, and lay down in it, and also wrapped herself tightly with the rags and quilts, but she didn’t dare to lie down, let alone sleep, especially at night.

Because it was too cold, she was afraid of freezing to death, and afraid of getting sick from freezing. So it was like this every night. Only by the old stove could she feel a little warmth, and only by the fire in the stove could she barely maintain her life.

She stretched out her hands. The fingers of her hands were frozen and swollen, as swollen as carrots, and she could hardly even clench her fingers.