NOVEL SIMPLE my villain is too cute
Chapter 146 The Bo Li Story (1)
Chapter 146 The Bo Li Story (1)
cloud village.
"Oh, it's out, it's out, try harder!" Wen Po's voice was hoarse, sweating profusely from anxiety.
In the dark and damp room, only the man's intermittent and weak cries of pain can be heard.
"Wow……"
The loud cry of the baby came out of the room, and the woman waiting impatiently outside was rarely looking forward to it.
"Congratulations, Mr. Xiaolang, you have given birth to a little boy."
Wen Po looked at the tender and tender baby, her eyes were full of love, she didn't look like a newborn baby at all, everything else was wrinkled.
"let me see."
Huang's tone was a little disappointed, but at least it was his own child, even if it was a son, he was born in October of his pregnancy.
When Mother Bai heard this just after entering the door, she lost her mood for an instant, turned around and walked out of the room.
Huang looked up and saw only the corner of his wife's clothes flying, and his face turned pale instantly.
He knew that his wife liked girls, and if it was a boy, he might dislike him even more. Thinking of this, Huang looked at the child in his arms with disgust.
……
"Snapped……"
"How many times have I told you, my mother worked so hard in the field, why! It's not because of you, you can't even wash a bowl!"
Mother Bai threw the broken broom on the ground, and gave the little motionless figure a fierce look.
Huang quickly turned around with teary eyes, unable to bear to look any further.
After a while, the surroundings were quiet. The little man on the ground moved his fingers stiffly, and slowly stood up. He looked about four or five years old.
He went to sit under the pear tree in the backyard, with fear and anxiety in his eyes.
He is Baili, seven years old this year, and I heard that the pear in his name is also taken from this pear tree.
When he was about three years old, he knew that his mother didn't like him, and would often look at him in disgust.
At that time, he didn't understand what that look meant, but he knew that every time he wanted his mother to hug him, he would always be pushed away.
Later, he stopped expecting these things, and when he got older, his mother would beat and scold him from time to time, this time because a bowl was not cleaned.
Looking at the rotten clothes on her body and the shocking red marks on her arms, Bai Li stared blankly, as if she didn't know the pain.
I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually darkened, and the wind in the distance rustled the leaves above my head.
Bai Li shivered under the cool wind, came back to his senses, went to the railing and dug out a package, a little white powder wrapped in yellow paper.
It was a wound medicine given by a kind neighbor. At that time, he also said that it was amazing that he was alive, and that he should run away if he could.
However, he has nowhere to go...
Bai Li pulled up her sleeves to cover her apparently medicated wound. If her mother found out, she might beat him again.
Looking at Baili who entered the door, Huang couldn't bear it, and said weakly, "Where have you been?"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to cook." Bai Li said lightly.
His father didn't necessarily like him, he just felt guilty, and he never stopped him when he was beaten.
Huang looked at the back of the far away, covered his face and began to cry, he knew that he was cowardly, but he couldn't refute his wife.
……
Mother Bai looked at her delicate and beautiful son who was only 14 years old, her face was soft for the first time, and she blamed herself: "Xiaoli, I am really sorry for all these years. You also know that our family is poor, and my mother is always looked at by others, so she is at home. I have a bad temper..."
As he spoke, he pretended to cry.
Bai Li looked at his mother with a distressed face, his eyes were full of grievances, and his voice was choked: "Mother, I don't blame you."
(End of this chapter)
cloud village.
"Oh, it's out, it's out, try harder!" Wen Po's voice was hoarse, sweating profusely from anxiety.
In the dark and damp room, only the man's intermittent and weak cries of pain can be heard.
"Wow……"
The loud cry of the baby came out of the room, and the woman waiting impatiently outside was rarely looking forward to it.
"Congratulations, Mr. Xiaolang, you have given birth to a little boy."
Wen Po looked at the tender and tender baby, her eyes were full of love, she didn't look like a newborn baby at all, everything else was wrinkled.
"let me see."
Huang's tone was a little disappointed, but at least it was his own child, even if it was a son, he was born in October of his pregnancy.
When Mother Bai heard this just after entering the door, she lost her mood for an instant, turned around and walked out of the room.
Huang looked up and saw only the corner of his wife's clothes flying, and his face turned pale instantly.
He knew that his wife liked girls, and if it was a boy, he might dislike him even more. Thinking of this, Huang looked at the child in his arms with disgust.
……
"Snapped……"
"How many times have I told you, my mother worked so hard in the field, why! It's not because of you, you can't even wash a bowl!"
Mother Bai threw the broken broom on the ground, and gave the little motionless figure a fierce look.
Huang quickly turned around with teary eyes, unable to bear to look any further.
After a while, the surroundings were quiet. The little man on the ground moved his fingers stiffly, and slowly stood up. He looked about four or five years old.
He went to sit under the pear tree in the backyard, with fear and anxiety in his eyes.
He is Baili, seven years old this year, and I heard that the pear in his name is also taken from this pear tree.
When he was about three years old, he knew that his mother didn't like him, and would often look at him in disgust.
At that time, he didn't understand what that look meant, but he knew that every time he wanted his mother to hug him, he would always be pushed away.
Later, he stopped expecting these things, and when he got older, his mother would beat and scold him from time to time, this time because a bowl was not cleaned.
Looking at the rotten clothes on her body and the shocking red marks on her arms, Bai Li stared blankly, as if she didn't know the pain.
I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually darkened, and the wind in the distance rustled the leaves above my head.
Bai Li shivered under the cool wind, came back to his senses, went to the railing and dug out a package, a little white powder wrapped in yellow paper.
It was a wound medicine given by a kind neighbor. At that time, he also said that it was amazing that he was alive, and that he should run away if he could.
However, he has nowhere to go...
Bai Li pulled up her sleeves to cover her apparently medicated wound. If her mother found out, she might beat him again.
Looking at Baili who entered the door, Huang couldn't bear it, and said weakly, "Where have you been?"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to cook." Bai Li said lightly.
His father didn't necessarily like him, he just felt guilty, and he never stopped him when he was beaten.
Huang looked at the back of the far away, covered his face and began to cry, he knew that he was cowardly, but he couldn't refute his wife.
……
Mother Bai looked at her delicate and beautiful son who was only 14 years old, her face was soft for the first time, and she blamed herself: "Xiaoli, I am really sorry for all these years. You also know that our family is poor, and my mother is always looked at by others, so she is at home. I have a bad temper..."
As he spoke, he pretended to cry.
Bai Li looked at his mother with a distressed face, his eyes were full of grievances, and his voice was choked: "Mother, I don't blame you."
(End of this chapter)
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