Apocalypse female match rescue system

Chapter 3

"Mom" has a trance and unconcealable attachment. The sacred word mother once became the most important glory and the most paranoid desire in Mo Mudan's life.

"Don't call me mother, you vicious girl, you have done so much to me and my daughter, and made me and my daughter live in such misery these years, how can you stay in my home safely, Looting everything that belongs to my daughter?" Wen Shuren's eyes were full of hatred, it was this person who caused her daughter to suffer so much, how did my poor Rose spend those years without a family? Yes, such a small child, a little bit, a cute child calling mother, attached to the child in his arms, grew up like this, and became a sad girl now.

With the murmured words of "mother", Mo Mudan looked at the disgusted woman in front of her complicatedly. Mo Mudan, who had been obsessed with her past life for so many years, chose to forget and give up at the end, but she never asked frankly. The answer I want to know the most may be because I can no longer bear too many blows.

But she is different, back to the original they, the original her, the only thing she is obsessed with is the answer.

"Mom, please tell me, have you ever considered me your daughter one day, even one day, in all these years?" Mo Mudan's eyes were full of hope, with intoxicating tenderness, all she needed was a word , even if my mother lied to me, as long as I say one word, I will completely let go of everything.

"What are you planning again? I tell you to stop thinking about playing any tricks. I will never let you succeed this time. You vicious person, don't try to hurt my poor Rose again." Wen Shuren said vigilantly In her opinion, Mo Mudan looked at her like this for so many years, while hypocritically speaking words of relying on her, but at the same time calculating her daughter.

"That's enough Mom, please calm down, even if I beg you, please answer my question seriously. During these years of living together, have you ever considered me your daughter in your heart? "Extremely slow and serious words, Mo Mudan's eyes fell into a deep black color.

"No, never, how could I have such a vicious child like you, my child only has roses, my lovely and kind roses." Gao Gao raised her chin, and the gentle and gentle man answered equally arrogantly, not at all because Mo Mudan on the opposite side turned pale cheeks without any mildness.

"It turns out to be like this!" Mo Mudan said in a low voice, her tone was full of sadness. It turned out to be like this. It should have been thought of earlier, but she has been unwilling to face it soberly. Although it is sad, it is more like relief. easy.

"Mom, this is what you have always thought, so after I have done so many things, your pure thought is just disgust, not disappointment or something more complicated, is that right, mother has never been I'm my own child, so that's why I'm ignoring me like this." Mo Mudan said affirmatively.

"So what, I have raised you for more than [-] years, and this is already worthy of you." Wen Shuren said proudly.

"Yeah, you have cats and dogs. As long as you are alive, you are already saved, so you never care about me. Even though I have been working so hard, I have been so good, and I have always stood tall, you have never wanted to see me. I glanced at me just because you think that keeping me alive is enough." Mo Mudan continued, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the upward arc was perfect, which belonged to the standard smile of the famous host Mo Mudan.

"Then mom, I should be grateful to you for allowing me to live in such a stable way until now." Mo Mudan said with a standard bow to thank you, then straightened up with stubbornness and arrogance, "Then mom, what did you say?" Wrong, how can such a vicious guy like me be your child, I have always been too shameless."

"What the hell are you talking about, don't try to change the subject, I tell you, my rose will be back tomorrow, but you who have done so many wrong things to her, I absolutely don't want you to be in my house tonight, see Seeing you sleeping peacefully, I will think of Rose's homeless life in these years." Wen Shuren ignored the sudden sourness of anger in her heart, interrupted Mo Mudan's words roughly, and said her purpose.

"I see, I won't hold back, don't worry." After speaking, Mo Mudan walked out the door resolutely, her wet clothes dropped drops of water all over the floor, but Mo Mudan's face was full of tears. Raised a relieved smile.

Quickly passing the somewhat dull Wen Shuren, Mo Mudan went downstairs to the door, took a deep look at the Wen Shuren upstairs who couldn't see his expression clearly, opened the door and left.

The cold wind howled at three o'clock in the morning, and the clothes soaked in cold water were still dripping. The cold and greasy feeling attached to the skin made Mo Mudan involuntarily shudder. Although the road in front of him was illuminated by street lights , with a dim light, but one can't see the end of the road at a glance. In the silent night, the trembling figure walks with a happy stride.

Finally, finally the question came out, no?

Mo Mudan, you who have always been a coward, finally at this moment of rebirth, you clearly and clearly understand that what you have always insisted on, and what you have always regarded as important as life, can only be thrown away casually. Something completely overlooked.

That scene seemed to appear in front of my eyes. On the same night, the trembling self begged for mother's forgiveness, those harsh words, those unfeeling actions, and finally being locked out of the door, crying loudly with tears streaming down her face The mother's self, standing stubbornly outside the house warmed by the lights, and the last self who left in despair and despair.

This time at least he walked by himself instead of being kicked out, which is also progress, isn't it?

It’s just that it’s still so sad, as if the sky is falling, the answer, so clear, everyone can see it clearly, only I shrink back and don’t want to admit it, the person who has always looked up to, the person who faced me at the first meeting The person who is at a loss but has warmth in his eyes, the mother who looked at him tenderly even though she was sad occasionally, the mother who loved her so much when she was five years old, as if she was the glorious mother in her life , finally, finally disappeared.

In the wheel of history that is gradually drifting away, they finally lost the original beauty, the mother who was a little nervous because of the pain of losing her sister, and the self who regretted and secretly delighted because of abandoning her sister, and finally, after returning to the intersection of life with her sister At this moment, the most essential features are revealed, things are different.

How could you think that you are the same as your younger sister, that even if you are adopted, as long as you perform well, you can also get the most desired family affection, how can you have such an idea?

What a ridiculous idea!

I should have understood it a long time ago, I should have understood it at the moment my sister was born, everything is different, my sister is a person who is like a jewel, a life that everyone expects, not a life that is discarded like myself One can desire.

"Haha" Mo Mudan laughed lowly, sure enough, "Mo Mudan, you greedy guy, you have already decided to give up, and you don't want anything extravagant anymore, why can't you learn the lesson, why are you so greedy? Why do you want so many things?" Xu Xu asked herself, her voice full of bitterness.

"You can be satisfied this time, proud Mo Mudan, you can finally give up. In these years when you are all very unfortunate, everyone is so unhappy because of you. Now you can let go, even if There is no reason for revenge, because it was a mistake from the beginning, what you should do after so many years of persistence is to correct the trajectory of destiny that has been deviated, and then let everyone return to their own destiny again." Crystal water drops It slid down the cheek, followed the arc of the flying hair, and finally disappeared into the air.

"This time, the last time, Mo Mudan, I will allow you for the last time, never again, never live so tired again." Mo Mudan's eyes were full of tears, but her expression was more firm and resolute. Stubborn, never again.

The dim light fell on the sad figure, smudged with warm colors, the wrapped darkness was soft with light, and the words blown away by the wind were already fragmented, but the confidence and elegance in Mo Mudan's smile gradually faded away. The overflowing color is like the most dazzling elegance.

Pushing open the white wooden door, you will see a simple dojo. On the window sill there is a green prickly pear, facing the moonlight. Half of the brilliance is injected into the window, and the semicircle of light and shadow on the ground, walk in quietly, ink peony Hugging her body tightly, she walked to the moonlit place and looked at the window sill quietly.

Mo Mudan herself is a very busy person, and her heart is always full of plans and non-stop progress. Her fulfilling life makes her only remember to stand tall, but forget the joy of life. The owner of this room once smiled brightly Tell Mo Mudan, after you learn to take the initiative to arrange some odd things in your room, you will know what happiness is.

So what that fool has kept silent is, wait until the moment you know what happiness is, you will definitely find that your life has been filled with my imprint, for example, Mo Mudan is the only one in that room where her mother misses her sister and Arrangement of cacti on the windowsill.

The soft moonlight brought healing peace, and Mo Mudan quietly enjoyed the warm baptism. After a long time, she sat silently under the table by the wall of the ashram, hugged herself tightly, and fell asleep quietly.

It was destined to be a restless night, and Mo Mudan, who didn't remember how long she had slept for, was disturbed again. In her sleep, she felt cold and her tightly huddled body was surrounded by warmth, and her thick palms gently caressed Mo Mudan's pale cheeks. The warm temperature seemed to redeem her, making her smile in her dream, a gentle and innocent smile.

"Peony, Peony." The deep voice was full of regret and tenderness. The man's face was obscured in the darkness. The tall man shrank under the table in a bit of a panic, and gently hugged the woman in his arms, with a low voice. Whispering, gentle and pampering.

(End of this chapter)