Dad's life

Stand under the shower head.

The steaming hot water slowly flowed down Yu Hui's back, washing her already dirty body.

Tears.

Still emerging from the tear ducts.

Mixed with the falling water column, it washed away her soul that had been hollowed out by materialistic desires.

This moment.

Her heart was filled with regret, pain, and hatred for herself.

Reaching out and pouring the full bottle of shampoo onto her head, Yu Hui grabbed her hair like crazy, as if this was the only way to get rid of her dirt.

My fingernails scratched my scalp until it split open.

Threads of blood flowed down, but the blood was instantly diluted by hot water. When it flowed down, it was not visible at all, and what was left was only the pain transmitted from the scalp to the nerve endings.

This is not enough.

She picked up the half-full bottle of shower gel and poured it on her body.

Then she took out a shoe brush from the dressing table and started brushing her body frantically starting from her collarbone.

While brushing.

Yu Hui let out a painful howl from her mouth.

The pain in her body could not offset the pain in her heart. Until her skin turned red and blood seeped out in several places, she slumped down on the non-slip floor as if she had no time left, staring blankly at the falling hot water with empty eyes.

Water splashed in front of her, then gathered together and flowed into the sewer.

The sound of water.

Choking.

Filled in this small bathroom.

About ten minutes passed.

Yu Hui put her palms on the wall and slowly climbed up. She was extremely weak now.

When she faced Li Mu just now, although she was crying in a panic, she could still maintain some sense. But when she returned to the empty home, all her emotions poured into her heart in an instant and were drained away from her in a very short time.

spirit.

I struggled to pick up a towel.

Yu Hui wiped off the water droplets on her body, walked to the dressing table, and just reached out to get her clothes.

She was stunned.

She saw the dirt on her chest.

That was the mark made by the old man's teeth last night, a very shallow mark.

But in Yu Hui's eyes, it turned into a filth that couldn't be washed away.

A moment.

A miserable scream came from her mouth.

Crying like a nightingale.

Picking up the shoe brush, she frantically brushed the tooth marks, but the marks were easy to remove, and the most painful thing was just tearing off a little skin, but how to clean the stains on her heart!?

Her current behavior is just in vain.

Yu Hui probably figured it out too.

So after the tooth mark became blurred due to bleeding, she stopped brushing it and hit the wall hard with her forehead.

For a moment.

Twice.

Three times.

The skin on her forehead was broken, but she still didn't stop.

She didn't stop until the blood flowing from her forehead blurred her vision.

Standing in front of the dressing table, she looked at the crazy woman with blood on her head in the mirror, with a tragic smile on her lips.

"Cackle"

She smiled.

Cried again.

In the end, the crying was overwhelming. I held the dressing table with one hand and covered my lips with the other hand. I cried miserably and desperately.

She never thought that one day she would be stripped naked and thrown on the road.

I never thought that my proud self would be so cowardly one day.

Little bitch.

What kind of courage does a bitch who can only spread her legs have to refute, resist, and fight back!?

Make money.

She relies on her body.

This is no different from the women who work in bathing centers outside.

If there is a difference.

It's just that she spreads her legs for a few men, but in other aspects, they are of the same nature.

The sunlight outside the window disappeared at some point. Through the frosted glass to prevent peeping, Yu Hui felt that time at this moment seemed to be placed in a vacuum and became somewhat stagnant.

She looked at the extremely familiar face in the mirror.

Suddenly I felt a little strange.

She didn't seem to recognize herself anymore, so she kept her hands on her hands and stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

A haggard look and a pale face.

There are several bruises on it.

"Who is this woman?"

She opened her lips a little and murmured a question.

She repeated this process several times, until she suddenly woke up with the sound of raindrops hitting the frosted glass.

After getting dressed, she opened the bathroom and walked out.

When she stepped into the blunt entrance of the bedroom door, she paused, but still walked in.

She took out a pair of scissors from the cabinet, grabbed the quilt and pillow on the bed, threw them on the floor, and started cutting frantically with the scissors. She cried while cutting.

Rain outside the window.

What started out as stars and raindrops turned into a downpour in the blink of an eye.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in darkness. At the same time, the howling wind carried rainwater through the unclosed glass windows and fell onto the wooden floor.

Yu Hui did not get up and close the window.

She sat on the floor, still cutting the quilt and pillow.

Occasionally, cotton wadding floated out from the quilt, choking her and coughing violently, but she didn't care.

The only thing she wants to do now is to tear these dirty things clean.

Only in this way will she feel better.

It’s noon.

She cooked a bowl of noodles.

No salt, no chicken essence, not even a little bit of oil starch.

This was a bowl of extremely light white water, only water and noodles. She took a sip and then spat it out as if she was disgusted.

Lean on the back of the chair.

Yu Hui's eyes flashed with tears again for no reason.

She remembered that Xiao Zhengyang often cooked a bowl of noodles like this to satisfy his hunger every time he got off work late at night.

He is not lazy.

It's just because I'm too tired and just want to eat something to sleep.

As for shopping outside, how can she afford it with the living expenses she gave him!? Even so, she often used his fingers to unlock the screen lock while he was asleep, and then used his living expenses to buy cosmetics for herself.<

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Thinking of Xiao Zhengyang.

Yu Hui burst into tears for a while.

She lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks, resisted the urge to spit it out, and forced herself to eat.

One bite after another.

Every bite is so hard to swallow.

Halfway through eating, Yu Hui’s face was already wet with tears.

He earns a salary of more than 10,000 yuan a month, but because of her, his life is like this. Every luxury item she owns is like a mountain weighing him down.

Originally.

He can live well.

Because of her.

He had to stay up late into the night, and he didn't even dare to change to a lighter job.

Because of her.

He lives so tiring every day and occasionally takes a break, but she always dislikes him. Every time he complains that he is tired, she says, "You are the only one who is tired. Other men are not tired. How do you deserve to be tired if you make so little money in a month?"

!? You want to cry out that you are tired. You earn more than ten or two hundred thousand a month and then cry again. Now get out of my way and stop being an eyesore in front of me."

And he gave everything, and all he got was this bowl of clear water.

And she used the most vicious way to hurt the people who should least be harmed.

Even after being married for many years, I never cooked a decent meal for him.

She has always lived a chic life.

He was living in a miserable state.