Time has no trace and can be found

Chapter 4

"Lin Huanhuan!".

Well, Mom found me.

This is my mother's voice. I turned my head to see that my mother was still wearing the same clothes I had left, her hair was scattered, and she walked over to me.

I suddenly felt a rush of irritability.

Fleur heard her call me, so she stood up and nodded to her, "Hello. . . Hwan Hwan's mother, here's the thing. "

She was about to explain what was wrong with my injury, but was interrupted impatiently by my mother.

"We're going to go, and we're not going to trouble you. "

When he had finished speaking, he grabbed me with such force that my arm ached.

"Auntie, Huanhuan is still injured. "

A childish voice rang out, and Fleur and I both looked over in surprise.

Mu Jianchen frowned, his eyes locked on the hand where his mother grabbed me, as if he was being caught, because his tone was too cold and cold.

The air was a little quiet in an instant, I looked at Mu Jianchen, obviously with such a immature face, but why, there was no childishness...

Mom glanced at the gauze on my head.

It's not like she didn't see that I was hurt, she just didn't care.

I sneered inwardly.

Mom's hand loosened, but it just gave me some room to get out of bed on my own.

When I got out of bed, she pulled me away, and I turned back to Fleur and said, "Thank you, sister." "

Fleur smiled in response, but her eyes fell on my mom from time to time, as if she was surprised by her behavior.

I waved my hand to Mu Jianchen, but he didn't wave his hand, just watched me leave.

I let my mom pull me out.

In the hospital, the smell of disinfectant water and medicine is very strong, and as soon as you leave the hospital, the air becomes fresh.

Mom found her electric car and let go of my hand to find the keys.

"I'm going to divorce your father, see for yourself who you're going to talk to. "

She said this suddenly, indifferently.

"Anyway, with me, you don't have any good fruit to eat. "

She pulled out her keys, started the electric car, and sat down.

I sat in the back seat as if I was numb.

My heart is very sour, very sour.

I felt cold all over my body, which I had fantasized about countless times, but when it really happened, I still felt it, and the feeling of abandonment that had always existed was even stronger.

Along the way, none of us spoke, and the cool wind slapped on my face, blowing painfully.

Many times, my mother has said in my ear that she regrets giving birth to me.

I was the one who made her unlucky.

That's what I grew up listening to.

As for Dad, he went out every day to gamble, drink, and come back drunk.

I think it tastes especially disgusting when I'm drunk.

I would love to grow up quickly.

If you grow up quickly, you will be free.

At least you don't have to be asked in such a situation, with your father or with your mother.

I won't be carried home in such a dark night.

She didn't ask anything.

How did my injuries come about, how did I get to the hospital, and who is Fleur.

Normally, that's not what you should be asking.

Maybe she thinks her life is bad enough.

She didn't care about anything else.

Maybe at the moment, divorce is really the best relief for her.

Perhaps, if she leaves herself, she will have better freedom.

At such a juncture, I still think about my mother. After all, she is a mother, and no matter what she does to herself, she is still her own mother.

If you don't let me follow, you won't follow.

So many years anyway.

I've always been living alone.

Mom's car was going fast, and my mind was going all over the place, but we were home in no time.

On the way, it was as if I had escaped for a while.

Now, I'm back to reality.

I got out of the car and took a deep breath and looked up at the lights in front of the door, which were bright and piercing.

Mom didn't look at me, she opened the door and walked in. I followed and closed the door.

The house was quiet, and it seemed that my mother and I were moving a lot. I looked left and right, but I didn't see my father.

"Where's Daddy?" I whispered.

She was already packing her things on her own.

Stuff one piece of clothing into your suitcase.

"I'll go for a divorce with your dad tomorrow, so you can go with your dad as well," she tidied up her clothes very calmly, not like the irritable after the quarrel in the past.

The tone of his voice also calmed down.

"Tomorrow you go to school as usual and go to school by yourself. "

She's tired of everything here.

Including me.

Normal children should be in tears, to this point.

But I haven't cried yet.

I know that my mother's choice cannot be changed.

As long as she's happy, then what's okay.

If she looks at me, then she will always think of her father, and she will always think of the life that makes her unbearable.

I quietly went to wash, change my clothes, and then went to bed.

There was still the smell of my mother on the bed, the pillow, my mother used to cry wet.

I hugged my pillow and forced myself to sleep.