Phi-Fic Chapter 117 I Won't Be a Blood Pack 2
Chapter 117 I Won't Be a Blood Pack 2
He turned a deaf ear and kept eating; no matter how angry he was, he couldn't stop eating.
After finishing his meal, he put down his chopsticks, picked up his schoolbag from the cashier's counter, and went up the stairs to the attic.
In the bedroom with a balcony on the second floor, Huang Wenhao was eating minced meat and eggplant while reading a book.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to look at Lu Xiaoxiao, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, but he didn't speak to her.
She glanced at him briefly. In the original owner's memories, this sunny room originally belonged to her.
Uncle Huang said that his son had been weak since childhood, and the doctor advised him to get more sun exposure, so his mother asked her to give up her room.
They moved her into a room at the back facing the street, where the window not only faced the street of the urban village, but it was also incredibly noisy every night.
Not only that, but the kitchen fumes also pass by from the side, often filling the house with the smell of cooking oil.
She couldn't sleep well, couldn't study well, and always smelled of cooking oil. Her classmates teased her, calling her "Little Chef."
She was dirty and smelled bad. Some boys would deliberately cover their noses and say, "I'm going to throw up," when they passed by her.
The original owner went back and cried to her mother, but Yang Lijuan scolded her for being pretentious and then sent her to work in the kitchen.
She went to her small room, and sure enough, as soon as she opened the door, she heard a commotion outside.
The various hawking noises, electric vehicle horns, and voices mingled together, making it difficult to calm down and feel restless.
How can one possibly learn well in such an environment?
She went inside, put down her schoolbag, and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
Finally, in the corner, a suitcase was opened, containing the original owner's father's belongings.
Since remarrying, Yang Lijun has put these things in her daughter's room.
Xiao Xiao looked at her father's portrait in his police uniform, her fingers tracing its lines, her heart filled with a bittersweet feeling.
"dad....."
Every time her father came home from work, he would hold her, coax her, and let her ride on his shoulders to the amusement park. He spoiled her rotten.
Those were the happiest and most blissful years of the original owner's life.
But everything changed at home after my father sacrificed his life.
My mother is often away from home, so she usually eats and stays at my grandmother's house.
After her grandmother passed away, she became even more pitiful.
I cook instant noodles every day, then throw in a handful of green vegetables to eat.
Later, after Uncle Huang rented the shop downstairs to open a restaurant, things were going quite well at first.
Yang Lijuan often took her to eat at Uncle Huang's restaurant, and the cost of the meals was deducted from the monthly rent.
She felt it was great; Uncle Huang was very kind to her, always showing concern and care for her.
But after his mother and he got their marriage certificate, things gradually changed.
At first, Huang Wenhao was a kitchen helper, and he often got himself all dirty. Later, for some reason...
His mother asked her to help, and gradually Huang Wenhao stopped going into the kitchen.
Uncle Huang, who was initially polite, gradually became somewhat impatient.
Sometimes, she would ask her mother why she had to do all these things, while Huang Wenhao didn't have to.
She hasn't done her homework yet when she got home from school!
Yang Lijuan frowned, glared at her, and scolded:
"You still have the nerve to mention homework? Look at your terrible grades, I'm too ashamed to attend the parent-teacher conference."
The original owner would immediately lower her head in shame and then take the initiative to do chores to alleviate her guilt.
Sometimes, she felt so wronged and sad, but she couldn't understand why.
If she serves the food slowly, her mother will scold her, calling her as stupid as a pig.
If you're not good at studying, and you're not good at working, what else can you do?
She burned her hand, but didn't dare tell her mother because she knew it wouldn't make a difference.
Instead, you'll get a scolding.
By the time the restaurant closed, it was already past 10 p.m.
After washing up, she would often hide under the covers alone, hugging her father's photo and crying secretly.
She misses the days when her father was still alive.
Xiao Xiao squatted on the ground, touching her father's portrait under the glass, and involuntarily, images of the original owner's father and daughter's past interactions flashed through her mind.
She sighed and carefully stuffed the portrait, frame and all, into her schoolbag.
Then he found his father's martyr's certificate and some other relevant identification documents and put them in his schoolbag.
Then, she went downstairs with her schoolbag on her back.
"Where are you going? Come and help me right now!"
Yang Lijuan had just finished serving the guests when she saw her daughter like this, and she was furious. She scolded her daughter harshly.
Xiao Xiao glanced at her, her eyes were cold, and her face was expressionless before walking straight past her.
Even after Xiaoxiao had walked more than ten meters away from the restaurant, she could still hear Yang Lijuan cursing her inside.
"What an ingrate! I must have owed her something in my past life. She's so lazy at such a young age!"
"And we can't even say a word, and the shop is so busy, yet they don't even offer to help."
Even after walking quite a distance, Xiao Xiao still felt a tightness in her chest and an endless bitterness.
She walked all the way to the duty room of the local police station, and after seeing the police officer on duty...
Without saying a word, he squatted down, took his father's portrait out of his schoolbag, and held it above his head.
"Young lady, what's wrong...? This..."
When Li Pengfei, the police officer on duty, was halfway through his questioning, he saw the portrait of a deceased girl above her head and was startled.
I quickly ran out from behind the counter, not daring to waste a moment.
"Uncle, can you help me?"
"Get up quickly, child, tell your uncle what happened?"
Li Pengfei came over, grabbed the little boy's arm and helped him up, sitting him on the bench next to him.
Clutching her father's portrait in her small arms, she said pitifully:
"I am in pain, and some bad classmates often bully and beat me."
I went to the homeroom teacher, but she didn't care and told me to look for my own problems.
But I don't know what's wrong with me. I haven't done anything to them, so why do they always bully me? Waaah...
Perhaps it was the image of the original owner being beaten that flashed through Xiaoxiao's mind, or perhaps it was her mother's indifferent attitude, but Xiaoxiao couldn't help but cry as she talked.
"Don't cry, don't cry, this is your father?"
Li Pengfei frowned upon hearing this, a surge of anger rising in his eyes. He then looked at the portrait in the little girl's arms and asked with concern.
"Yes, my father's name was Lu Guoping. He used to work at the XX Street Police Station. He died three years ago, sob..."
At this point, Xiao Xiao could no longer hold back; perhaps the original owner's emotions were too intense.
It's true that people don't shed tears unless they're heartbroken; anyone who has experienced the loss of a loved one should understand this deeply.
The years after his death were truly unspeakable.
The mere mention of it brought tears streaming down my face; I couldn't control them at all.
“This is my father’s martyr’s certificate, and these are his identification documents.”
Xiao Xiao wiped away her tears while taking out documents.
After reading it, the police officer looked distressed, and his eyes reddened.
Looking down at the child, I saw that his school uniform was dirty and old, with grease all over his chest and sleeves, and his face was also filthy.
"Uncle understands, Uncle will help you. By the way, where is your mother? Is there anyone else at home?"
"My mother got married, and my grandmother passed away last year."
After I was hit, I went to my mother, but she said, "Why did you get hit instead of someone else?"
I told my mom I was in pain, and she said I was being dramatic, then made me go work in the kitchen.
She rambled on and on, recounting the original owner's experiences.