I really have special powers

Chapter 141 Memory 1
"Is this Li Weimei?"

Some people say that you can see your future appearance from the skin and bones of your childhood.

Unless they have plastic surgery, generally real beauties look quite cute when they are young. There is a chance of becoming disabled, but not much.

Yu Ze walked around to the front, and Li Weimei in his memory should not be able to see him. The 7-year-old child was in the first grade of elementary school. He was already small, but the Li Weimei in front of him was not only thin, but also very thin, and his skin was thin. Lack of nutrition and yellowing, only the bridge of her nose and eyebrows can tell her future features.

"It's really her... why is she here?"

Yu Ze looked around at the layout of the room. The dirty house lacked furniture. There was definitely no sofa, and there was no TV. Even the chairs were not there, only two shabby single stools.A one-bedroom house with one living room but no bed in the room?There was only a straw mat barely covered with a layer of cotton padding, and it was hard to imagine how to keep out the cold in winter with a thin quilt.

The living environment of this family with only four walls would have been miserable even more than ten years ago.

Yu Ze's father went to Shenzhen to work and hid in Dongzhi without a temporary residence permit. At least he had a bed to sleep on.

After walking around in a circle, Yu Ze returned to the living room. He wanted to leave the house, but found that the door could not be opened, and there was also a hazy gray fog outside the window. Obviously, scenes outside of this memory map could not be displayed.

Li Weimei is still doing her homework. Because the lights in the room are dim, she seems to be short-sighted at a young age. She has to get very close to see clearly. But she is very serious about every stroke. If you ignore her age, and As for the first-grade homework, one can’t help but feel that it is not an elementary school student’s homework, but a high school homework.

At least Yu Ze has never seen a first-grade primary school student write homework with such a serious attitude.

"Oh!"

The door was suddenly knocked open, and a figure staggered in with a burp of wine.

Even though she looked unkempt, Yu Ze felt vaguely familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly recognized her. Isn't this Li Weimei's mother?

The image of that noble lady left a deep impression on Yu Ze.

He is gentle and virtuous, speaks unhurriedly, is very polite, and has no condescending arrogance.

But apart from becoming younger and more beautiful, the "lady" in front of her is still as gentle and virtuous as before.

As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: "I still want to drink, I can still drink!"

He is completely the image of a drunkard.

Li Weimei, a primary school student who was doing her homework seriously just now, immediately jumped down from the stool and hurried over to help her mother. However, the woman pushed her away and shouted in a drunken voice: "Little beast, don't touch her." I, you loser, will sell you sooner or later."

Li Weimei, who was pushed to the ground, seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and silently stood up to get a thermos bottle to fill with water.

The woman staggered back to the room and lay down on the cotton pad of the straw mat without taking off her clothes.

"Mom, drink water."

Li Weimei knelt next to the woman and carefully pushed her mother.

The woman took the enamel cup unceremoniously, took a sip, spit it out, and slapped her daughter on the face: "You little beast, do you want to burn me to death?"

Yu Ze, who stood aside and browsed through his memories, was stunned. Is this still the gentle lady in his impression?

The woman who slapped her daughter stopped drinking water and turned over and fell asleep.

It's unimaginable that a 7-year-old girl suffered such a blow. She didn't cry or make a fuss, and even silently cleaned up the water damage.

Yu Ze became more and more confused. All these scenes were obviously not consistent with Li Weimei's life experience. With a thought in his mind, the scenes in front of him continued to turn over.It was no longer at night, and the winter sunshine outside was shining indoors through the gaps in the turbid curtains. Li Weimei walked over and carefully opened the curtains, humming a song, and lay down on the only table to write and draw.

It was not a drawing board or a blank piece of paper, but the back of a homework book filled with words, which the girl used to draw.

She first drew a piglet, then a kitten, and then a green field. The little girl surrounded by piglets and kittens was surrounded by snacks, but the only ones accompanying the little girl were the piglets and kittens. , there are no parents.

"What does chocolate taste like?"

Li Weimei thought for a while and shook her head: "I don't know, but I still remember the smell of the cake, so I drew a big cake. The kitten will eat one piece, the piglet will eat one piece, and the rest is mine."

While talking, Li Weimei drew another big cake and placed it in the painting. She looked at the painting beautifully, then suddenly looked around, carefully folded the painting and hid it in her schoolbag.

The next moment, the memory picture changed again.

The drunk woman broke into the house. She didn't mind that the water from the tap was very cold. She drank a big glass and vomited all over the floor.

"Mom... Auntie came over today and asked us to pay the rent for the past two months as soon as possible, as well as the water and electricity bills..."

Li Weimei approached the woman cautiously.

"Rent? Utilities?"

The woman was stunned for a long time before she realized what she was doing. Her face became distorted and ferocious, and she yelled: "Money, money, money, you know money? You loser, if it weren't for you...how could I be so unlucky?"

She completely ignored that this was her daughter and kicked the little girl to the wall. Then she went to the room to pick up the clothes hanger and walked away angrily, screaming and beating the little girl.

After being beaten like this, Li Weimei tried her best to curl up into a ball and use her back to face the storm-like beatings to avoid further damage to her body.

"It's all you, it's all you. If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, a little beast who loses money, I wouldn't be like this."

The roaring woman didn't stop panting until the metal clothes hanger was twisted and deformed.

As soon as she stopped, the woman cried and knelt on the ground again, holding Li Weimei in her arms: "Weimei, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault..."

"Mom, don't cry."

The little girl didn't cry. She hugged her mother with her little hands and said, "It's dad's fault, not your fault."

"Uh-huh, yes, it's all your dad's fault. No, he's not your dad. He doesn't deserve to be a dad."

As soon as the word "Dad" was mentioned, the woman's face suddenly twisted in pain. She grabbed the little girl's ears and pulled hard: "Didn't I tell you? Don't mention that man. You don't have a father. You don't." Dad, you are just a little beast, I picked you up!"

"Mom, it hurts...I was wrong, I was wrong."

The little girl, who had just been able to hold on, had her ears pulled to the point that they were almost broken. She couldn't help but cry out in pain.

After crying, the woman let go of her hands, abandoned her daughter, and stumbled back to her room to sleep.

After wiping her tears, the little girl continued to sob for a while, then stood up and went to clean up the mess, throwing the damaged clothes hanger into the trash can and wiping up the dirt that the woman had vomited on the floor.

(End of this chapter)