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Chapter 112 What should I do if I become a top student? (13)

I overestimated my son's character.

It's fine for him to eat and be lazy, but he even played with some dubious people, and fell into gambling and couldn't extricate himself.

My little grandson, he was sold by his sad father when he was still so young.

10 yuan!
Another 10 yuan!

Back then, I was sold to my husband by my biological mother for 10 yuan.

Now because of 10 yuan, I lost my lovely little grandson.

money!

This is really a good thing!

I lost my only spiritual sustenance, my little grandson, and my usually strong body suddenly became much weaker.

I lie in bed.

Watching my son, who is not as good as a beast, find out the money I planned for my grandson to go to school, and then continue to gamble.

Come to me again after losing everything.

But I really have no money.

My son didn't even look at me lying on the bed, he just focused on changing the money.

Later, he couldn't find it anymore, so he took all the pots, pans, and furniture, as long as they were of a little value.

I was trembling with anger and disappointed in this son.

How did I give birth to such a thing that is not a thing!
I was lingering on my last breath, and suddenly infinite sorrow welled up in my heart.

I breathed heavily and rapidly, feeling the approach of death.

There was a sudden clarity in my head.

Thinking back on my whole life, from the happy childhood to the bullied campus years, from the sweet love time to the insensitive married life, how miserable is my life?
I stretched out my hands, and these hands were no longer the hands of a young girl.

Dry and wrinkled, you can easily see the bursting blue veins.

Is this still me?
I was in a trance.

A cloudy tear gushed from my eye socket.

I coughed twice.

The short Qingming has passed, and the clear thinking is getting away from me a little bit.

My whole life flashed through my mind again.

I realized once again how miserable my life has been.

There was a burst of grief and indignation in my heart!
God is so unfair!
What am I doing wrong?
Why do you do this to me?
I hate!

I hate it!
And I don't want to be the daughter of a murderer and a whore!
I also want to live happily ever after.

I want to spend this life peacefully with my lover.

But there are always scumbags who don't want to give up!
What am I doing wrong?
Why do all the misfortunes have to be imposed on me?
I hate it!
I really hate it!

I want revenge!
I want to live my own life!
Is this little wish so difficult?

is that really so difficult?
In the midst of endless resentment, I swallowed my last breath, my eyes widened, and my eyes protruded, very scary.

I can not be reconciled!

I am not reconciled!
My son didn't even notice that I was dead, but continued to search in the empty house!

Inadvertently saw the dead old man on the bed.

He couldn't help but uttered a shrill scream, and collapsed to the ground.

There is obvious wetness in the middle of the crotch.

He stood up tremblingly, trembling all over, then looked at the bed angrily, and walked towards the bed cursing: "You are so old! How dare you scare me!"

Thick hands pushed hard.

The body did not move.

He opened his eyes wide and amplified his voice in disbelief: "Dead?!"

Then he spit on the bedside: "What a bad luck!"

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(End of this chapter)