The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 560 Thick fog (one more)

  It is not new for girls in rural areas to drop out of school to work, especially when there is a brother in the family, it is even more impossible for her parents to let her continue to study and go out early to earn money to support her family.

Zhao Xiaohui's good friend from childhood to adulthood is like this. When Zhao Xiaohui saw her again, she wore heavy makeup and a **** suspender skirt. The colorful colors on her nails were as wonderful as the eyeshadow palette, and she spoke with a kind of dismissive arrogance. But because of the lack of confidence, he seemed so guilty.

   She created a wonderful new world for Zhao Xiaohui, where there are so many high-rise buildings, where people wear gold and silver, and it is a world as beautiful as a dream, Zhao Xiaohui yearned for it.

   Later, the boy she liked also went to Jiangzhou, and she finally no longer hesitated.

   She hurried out carrying a snakeskin bag and bumped into the head teacher who came looking for her.

The head teacher said with a sad face: "Xiaohui, why are you so stupid, you are so smart, it's not a problem to get into a good university based on your grades, then you will be the first college student in our Shiliba Village, and your future is bright. If you drop out of school and go to work now, you will be a part-time worker for the rest of your life, and you will regret it later.”

   When she was young, she was fascinated by the prosperity of the big city and tired of the boring study day after day. She stubbornly said: "I don't regret it."

   Then she left without looking back. At that time, she thought she was a warrior who could break free from the shackles of fate and choose the life she wanted, but she didn't see the class teacher behind her with regretful and sad eyes.

  When she was struggling in the quagmire of the big city, she dreamed countless times in the middle of the night, thinking of what the class teacher said, you will definitely regret it.

   She stubbornly held back her tears and told herself over and over again - I don't regret it.

   Even if she was doing the worst job, even if she lived with no dignity, even if the scumbag put her on the man's bed in order to climb up, she still insisted on gritting her teeth, as if she took a breath to prove that her choice was right.

   But I don't know how hateful it is that she still stubbornly persists after hitting her head with blood.

  The chaos that night, she couldn't remember clearly, she drank the wine he handed over, and she saw the man's ambitious eyes in a hazy consciousness.

   "Xiaohui, can you help me this time? When I'm promoted to foreman, we will have a good time, and I will definitely treat you well..."

   At that time, she only felt that she was so sad, she remembered the words of the head teacher, and she finally cried.

  The poison of regret is like maggots on the tarsal bones, tormenting her day and night.

   Later, she found out that she was pregnant, but the scumbag changed his face instantly.

   "You TM ran into the wrong room and was taken by some wild man. You still have the face to look for me? You ruined my career, you know?"

She cried and ran away. She came to this city with her own will, but no matter how prosperous it is, what does it have to do with her? This huge city is like a dormant giant beast, and she is just an insignificant grain at the foot of the giant beast. of dust.

   She returned to her hometown in despair, gritted her teeth and gave birth to a child amid the mother's day-to-day nagging.

   She couldn't face this child, just like she didn't dare to admit her mistakes, so on a dark and windy night for a month, she threw the child at the door of Jiyue Nunnery, as if abandoning her past.

   She didn't know, her child had been replaced by then.

   For so many years, she was tortured by guilt and regret every day. She never dared to go back to her hometown. She hid in the corner of the city like a mouse that dared not see the light.

Mingjing has been listening attentively until Zhao Xiaohui finished speaking intermittently, then she covered her face and cried bitterly: "I'm sorry for Xiangxiang, no matter what she did wrong, I didn't have the face to criticize her, all the bad things she did should be punished by me. I just want her to be safe and happy."

  Der Spiegel saw a mother's struggle and remorse, she said warmly: "Do you remember that person?"

   Zhao Xiaohui shook his head: "It's been too long, I drank again that night, and I can't remember anything..."

  Der Spiegel thought for a while and said, "Tell me the name and date of the hotel, and what other useful information you have."

   Zhao Xiaohui tried her best to find the scattered fragments at the end of her memory, but she was still at a loss.

"I only remember the Grand Hyatt Hotel. It was the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month nineteen years ago. It seemed to be a welcome reception for a new persimmon. I was the front desk of the hotel. He asked me to take a half-day leave and said he wanted me to do him a favor, but he never expected that he would get me drunk and send me to another man's bed in order to climb up."

   Even after so many years, Zhao Xiaohui still gritted her teeth with hatred whenever she thought about it.

  Der Spiegel nodded, "I see."

   Zhao Xiaohui opened the door, Deng Yang was sitting on the balcony and drawing, when he heard the sound, he turned his head, saw the mirror, and suddenly flew over in surprise.

   "Sister Mingjing, I'm not dreaming."

  Der Spiegel smiled and patted his head; "It's not a dream."

   "That's great, you come." Deng Yang took Mingjing to the balcony and showed her his paintings.

   Zhao Xiaohui smiled and shook her head, and walked into the kitchen.

   When chopping vegetables, a piece of debris suddenly flashed in her mind, and she hurriedly grabbed it.

   For this reason, I don't care if my fingers are cut by the kitchen knife.

   Zhao Xiaohui hurried out, "Woman, a woman."

   On the balcony, Ming Jing raised her gaze, and the sunlight fell on her, as if transparent.

   Zhao Xiaohui sucked in a breath of cold air, and her whole body froze in place.

  Der Jing stood up slowly, walked over and asked, "What woman?"

   Zhao Xiaohui covered her mouth, her eyes full of incredulity: "A woman who looks a lot like you."

  How can there be such a coincidence in the world.

  Der Spiegel narrowed his eyes, "Like me? How similar?"

   Zhao Xiaohui frowned and seemed to be caught in a whirlpool of memories. She looked at Mingjing, hesitated for a while, and raised her hand in the void to cover Mingjing's eyes.

   "Except for the difference in the eyes, they are very similar everywhere, especially the mouth and face shape."

   Zhao Xiaohui shook his head and murmured, "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

  Der Spiegel seemed very patient, "That night, you met her at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, under what circumstances? What happened later?"

Ming Jing's gentle and tolerant voice gradually calmed Zhao Xiaohui's uneasiness. She sat down and muttered, "I asked the foreman to ask for leave, but the foreman was very unhappy. If I accidentally bump into the VIP, the hotel can't keep me, I heard another staff member say to the foreman, Miss Su is here, and the foreman hurried away."

   "Miss Su?"

Zhao Xiaohui said: "There were many big people that night, and everyone had a female companion by their side. She should be the female companion of one of the big people. After I drank, I felt a little uncomfortable and went to the bathroom. I used to be good at drinking. Yes, I won't get drunk after a drink, I took a handful of cold water to wake myself up, but I almost fainted, and someone supported me."

  Zhao Xiaohui searched hard in the depths of her chaotic memory. In the hazy fog, she saw a face, like the breeze blowing over the hills, the frost falling from the bright moon, and the beauty of natural carvings.

The indescribable beauty of her barren words completely shocked her at that moment, so that for many years to come, even if she slowly forgot, it was still the moment that struck her mind after many years. Surprisingly.

   "Are you all right? Do you need me to help you?" The woman's gentle voice had a faint echo, as if it came from a far away place.

   She was taken away by the man who was waiting in a hurry as her boyfriend. She saw the woman sigh softly, like a broken jade pearl, with embarrassing regret.

   The world in front of her collapsed suddenly. She saw the beautiful woman being torn and deformed by time, leaving a long sigh that kept turning around in her ears.

Then that face overlapped with the one in front of me, but the woman's eyes were always filled with a layer of sadness, and even frowning made people feel distressed. Her beauty was like fragile colorful clouds, like fragility The Liuli…

   However, the eyes in front of him are clear, firm, and gentle, firmness that cannot be destroyed despite violent storms, mountains and tsunamis.

   is more merciful, the mercy that sees all suffering.

   (end of this chapter)