Chapter 560

It's nothing new for rural girls to drop out of school to work. Especially when there is a brother at home, her parents are more unlikely to let her continue studying and get out early to earn money to support her family.

This is how zhaoxiaohui grew up to be a good friend. When zhaoxiaohui saw her again, she wore heavy makeup and a sexy suspender skirt. The colorful colors on her nails were as wonderful as the eye shadow palette. She spoke with a kind of disdainful pride, but she was so guilty because of her lack of confidence.

She weaves a wonderful new world for Zhao Xiaohui. There are a lot of high-rise buildings and people there are extraordinary in gold and silver. It is a world as beautiful as a dream. Zhao Xiaohui looks forward to it.

Later, the boy she liked also went to Jiangzhou, and she finally stopped hesitating.

She hurried out with a snake skin bag and ran into her head teacher.

The head teacher looked distressed: "Xiaohui, why are you so stupid? You are so smart. It's no problem to test a good university with your grades. By then, you will be the first college student in shiliba village. Your future is bright. If you drop out of school and go out to work now, you will be working all your life. You will regret it in the future."

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

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

When she was struggling in the mire of the big city, she dreamed back in the middle of the night countless times. When you think of the sentence of the head teacher, you will regret it.

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

Even if she did the most inferior work, even if she lived without dignity, even if the scum man sent her to the man's bed in order to climb up, she still gritted her teeth and insisted, as if she had a hard breath to prove that her choice was right.

But I don't know how hateful she is when she hit her head and blood, but she is still stubborn.

She couldn't remember the chaos of that night. She drank the wine he handed over. In a hazy sense, she saw the man's ambitious eyes.

"Xiaohui, will you help me this time? When I am promoted to the foreman, we will have a good life. I will treat you..."

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

The poison of regret is like the maggot of tarsal bone, tormenting her day and night.

Later, she found that she was pregnant, but the slag man changed his face in an instant.

"You TM ran to the wrong room and was attacked by a wild man. You still have the face to find me? You ruined my career, you know?"

She ran away crying. At the beginning, she came to the city willfully, but what does it have to do with her, no matter how prosperous it is? This huge city is like a dormant giant beast, and she is just a tiny floating dust at the foot of the giant beast.

She went back to her hometown disheartened. In the nagging of her mother day after day, she clenched her teeth and gave birth to a child.

She could not face the child, just as she did not dare to admit her mistake. Therefore, on a dark and windy night, she threw the child at the door of the silent moon nunnery, as if she had abandoned her past.

She didn't know that her child had been replaced at that time.

For so many years, she was tortured by guilt and regret every day. She never dared to go back to her hometown again. She hid in the corner of the city like a mouse afraid of light.

Mingjing has been listening carefully until Zhao Xiaohui finished her story intermittently, covered her face and cried bitterly: "I'm sorry for Xiangxiang. She's no longer wrong, and I don't have the face to scold her. All the bad things she's done are due to me. I just hope she can be safe and happy."

Spiegel saw a mother's struggle and remorse. She said in a warm voice, "do you remember that man?"

Zhao Xiaohui shook her head: "it's too long ago. I drank again that night. I can't remember anything..."

Mingjing thought for a moment and said, "tell me the name and date of the hotel and what other useful information you have."

Zhao Xiaohui tried to find the scattered fragments at the end of the memory, but she was still confused.

"I only remember the Grand Hyatt Hotel. It was the ninth day of March 18 years ago. It seemed to be a welcome reception for a new persimmon head. I was at the front desk of the hotel. Many big people came that night. Later, he asked me to take half a day off and asked me to do him a favor. I never thought 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 often thinks of it and still hates it.

The mirror nodded, "I see."

Zhao Xiaohui opens the door. Deng Yang is sitting on the balcony painting. When she hears the sound, she turns her head and sees the mirror, she suddenly pours in surprise.

"Sister Mingjing, I'm not dreaming."

The mirror smiled and touched his head; "Not a dream."

"Great, you come." Deng Yang took the mirror to the balcony and showed her his painting.

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

When cutting vegetables, a fragment flashed in her mind, and she grabbed it in a hurry.

For this reason, I don't care if my finger is cut by a kitchen knife.

Zhao Xiaohui rushed out in a hurry, "woman, a woman."

On the balcony, the mirror raised her eyes, and the sun fell on her, as if transparent.

Zhao Xiaohui took a cold breath, and the whole person was stunned in situ.

Mingjing slowly stood up, came over and asked, "what woman?"

Zhao Xiaohui covered her mouth and her eyes were full of incredible: "a woman who looks like you."

How could there be such a coincidence in the world.

The mirror narrowed his eyes, "very much like me? How much?"

Zhao Xiaohui frowned and seemed to be trapped in the vortex of memory. She looked at the mirror, hesitated, and raised her hand to cover the mirror's eyes.

"It's similar everywhere except for the eyes, especially the mouth and face."

Zhao Xiaohui shook her head and muttered, "maybe I remember wrong."

Mingjing looked very patient. "When did you see her at the Grand Hyatt that night? What happened later?"

The gentle and tolerant voice of Mingjing gradually calmed Zhao Xiaohui's uneasiness. She sat down and murmured, "I asked the foreman for leave. The foreman was very unhappy. He scolded me and told me to get out quickly. He said that many distinguished guests came to the party this evening. If I accidentally bumped into the distinguished guests, the hotel couldn't protect me. I heard another staff member say to the foreman that Miss Su arrived and the foreman hurried away."

"Miss Su?"

Zhao Xiaohui said: "there were many big people that night. Everyone would have a female companion. She should be one of the big people's female companions. After I drank wine, I felt a little uncomfortable and went to the bathroom. I used to drink well, so I didn't get drunk after drinking a cup. I took a handful of cold water to wake myself up. Unexpectedly, I almost fainted and someone helped me."

Zhao Xiaohui searched hard in the depths of her chaotic memory. In the hazy fog, she saw a face, like the beauty of the wind blowing over the mountains, the frost of the bright moon, and the natural carving.

The unspeakable beauty of her barren words shocked her at that moment, so that in many years later, even if she slowly forgot, what struck her heart many years later was still the amazing beauty of that moment.

"Are you okay? Do you need my help?" The woman's gentle voice has a false echo, as if it came from a very distant place.

She was taken away by the anxious man as a boyfriend. She saw the woman sigh gently, like a broken jade bead, with a wringing regret.

The world in front of her collapsed suddenly. She saw that the beautiful woman was torn by time and changed her shape. She left a long sigh and kept turning in her ear.

Then the face coincided with the face in front of her, but the woman's eyes were always covered with a layer of light sorrow. Even frowning was distressing. Her beauty was like fragile clouds and fragile glass

However, the eyes in front of us are clear, firm and gentle, and can't be destroyed by storms, mountains and tsunamis.

It is more compassionate and sees the compassion of all suffering.