The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 243

On this day, Qingqing came to the kindergarten. There are slides, swings, and all kinds of beautiful murals in the kindergarten. Qingqing likes it very much.

When get out of class was over, the children talked to Qingqing, looked at Qingqing's clothes, and said with some disdain: "Qingqing, why are your clothes old? Doesn't your mother buy you new ones?"

"Qingqing, where did you get your schoolbag? Mine is from Disney, where did you buy it?"

Qingqing is holding her schoolbag. She knows that her schoolbag is made by her mother, and some of her clothes are made by her mother, and some are old clothes that her mother begged for others not to want.

She smiled and said to the children: "My clothes are all made by my mother, I like them very much!"

Is that so?
The children looked at Qingqing, and felt that she was inexplicably strange, because she was different from other children anyway.

The children watched Qingqing for a while, then lost interest in her.

Children at this age, especially little girls, have learned to compare. My skirt has four folds, which is beautiful, and my trousers are embroidered with a small flower, which is beautiful.

Qingqing really had nothing to say, so she just stood aside and watched.

Her eyes are very bright, looking at the world, the kindergarten, and the children in the kindergarten clearly.

The children began to take out their own toys to play with. This kindergarten allows children to bring a toy.

Everyone began to compare, mine is a remote control sports car, yours is a dancing doll.

Seeing this scene, Qingqing also dug out her wooden doll from her schoolbag.

She held the wooden doll in her arms, like holding a rare treasure.

The children saw it, and some ran over curiously. Seeing the light wooden doll, everyone opened their eyes wide in surprise: "Qingqing, why are you holding a wooden doll?"

"Qingqing, are you a doll? But she is so ugly!"

Qingqing hugged the doll, shook her head and said: "This is my wooden doll, it has been with me since I was very young, it is my baby."

As she spoke, she showed the wooden doll to others and told them that it was her most precious wooden doll, which was given to her by her mother.

But the children are not interested in her wooden doll at all.

It's not good-looking, it's dark, and the doll is not cute, it really doesn't please the children.Everyone took a few glances, showing disgust in their eyes. After looking at each other, they walked away and continued to play with their electric cars and dancing and singing dolls.

So soon, Qingqing stood alone in the corner, holding her wooden doll in a daze.

She said to the wooden doll, "They don't like me, do they?"

She touched the wooden doll, and her voice was low: "Because I don't have a beautiful skirt, a Disney schoolbag, or a talking doll?"

The wooden doll didn't speak, and lay silently in her arms.

Qingqing lowered her head: "But it's okay, I don't have anything, but I have my mother and you."

That night, when Qingqing came home, after eating, she took out the exercise book her mother bought to practice writing.

Mom has been busy with something in front of a sewing machine.

Qingqing felt sleepy later, so she said, "Mom, I'm asleep."

Mom nodded: "Qingqing will go to bed first, Mom will be busy for a while."

Qingqing lay on the bed, hugged her wooden doll, and watched her mother busy under the dim light.

Not knowing why, she began to feel sad.

She turned her head and looked at the moon outside the window through the narrow window. The moon was bright and clear, but it couldn't shine into the stuffy and narrow room.

Holding the wooden doll in her arms, Qingqing said in a low voice: "Wooden doll, I really hope to make money."

She pinched the wooden doll's nose and said, "Actually, I want to be rich. I don't want to buy myself beautiful dresses and Disney schoolbags, and I don't want dolls that can dance and sing. I just want to have a lot of money so that my mother doesn't need Still working so late."

But the wooden doll was a wooden doll, and it still didn't speak.

Master Qingqing sighed generally: "I'm sleepy, wooden doll, you can sleep too."

After Qingqing fell asleep, she still hugged the wooden doll tightly.

In the darkness, the wooden doll began to emit a faint luster, which enveloped Qingqing's little face.

But the mother who was bent over and buried in the busyness was still busy.

She was so busy that she didn't bother to wipe off the sweat, let alone look back.

And on the same night, under the moonlight, a little boy woke up from his sleep.

He got up, stepped on the mahogany floor with his bare feet, and couldn't help going to the window, looking at the bright moon outside.

In his sleep just now, he seemed to have dreamed of a little girl.

It was a strange place, one that a man like him had never touched.

In the dream, he saw the little girl talking, she was very depressed and looked very sad.

She seemed to be wearing shabby clothes, and she didn't have any toys, lying on a shabby bedding.

Although it was a dream, everything seemed so real, as real as if the little girl was right in front of his eyes.

He felt inexplicably being pulled by something.

The little boy thought of his beloved little sister—Princess Didi, and the tragic experience of being teased by her again today.

He sighed like a little adult, and recited a poem he learned from his grandfather a few days ago to the moonlight: "The wine and meat of Zhumen smell bad, and the road has frozen bones."

(End of this chapter)