There's a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter 380



Chapter 380

Thirty third dragon scale (II)

Zhu Wan is undoubtedly a beauty.

When she was still a fresh age, she was flamboyant and beautiful, with an indescribable flattery. A pair of peach eyes were affectionate. Even a casual look at you made you feel hooked. Therefore, such beauty makes people feel that she is frivolous and restless. Even in college, many people think she is the kind of girl you can buy as long as you have money.

But now, she lost her fresh, charming face, covered with a layer of silence, her skin became as delicate as white porcelain, and she couldn't even see a pore. Her charming face became more and more old and tasteful because of her calm temperament.

This is the second Sunday when Zhu Wan opened his eyes. After washing her face with cold water, she made sure again that it was not her illusion. She was indeed becoming beautiful, and it was from the inside to the outside - if she had such a mentality and vision in the past, she would not confine herself to an inescapable prison and bind herself like a madman to make people laugh.

The children still haven't come back this Sunday. In other words, Zhu Wan had begun to call nervously, but she didn't this time. She waited quietly. Every day, the children would call her, send messages and photos - Zhu Wan was satisfied as long as he saw these.

If you lose a lot, if you have nothing, then give you a little beauty, you will be satisfied, and dare not expect.

The children's father must not want them to come to her. Zhu Wan is like an irregular bomb. I don't know when he will go crazy. When he scares the children, they will have nightmares all night.

Zhu Wan went to the flower and bird market and bought beautiful flowers, which filled the whole home, making the original humble and even shabby home warm and beautiful. She also bought brand-new wallpaper, mended and pasted the fallen moldy white walls, which were warm pink yellow. Near the porch, she also pasted a height comparison table of a giraffe, so that she could clearly record their growth every time the children came.

Zhu Wan gets up and goes to bed on time, and does three meals a day seriously. Because she is particularly beautiful, even the business of the coffee shop is better than usual on her shift day. The boss was a little upset and gave Zhu Wan a raise. Thirty yuan an hour is enough for Zhu wan to live.

But Zhu Wan is very economical. In addition to the necessary expenses, she saves all the money and saves it in a card. Whenever night falls, she draws a big cross on the calendar to indicate that today is over.

She was no longer anxious or anxious. She was here waiting for the children to come back and tell them how much she loved them.

Even if the father doesn't want them to come back, the children are always inseparable from their mother. In their bones, they have a love for their mother that others can't understand. Under Mo Mo's crying, they came on Monday.

When she came, Zhu Wan was arranging flowers. She was wearing pure cotton white household clothes. Her long hair was loose and looked very beautiful. She occasionally saw herself reflected on the glass window. Zhu Wan sometimes looked fascinated.

When did she become so beautiful? All her memory of herself was unkempt and crazy. She had forgotten what she looked like.

Because she couldn't find a hairpin, she pulled her hair with a wooden sign for knitting a sweater. Naturally, she couldn't pull it tightly. A few locks hung lazily on both sides of her cheeks. Her eyebrows and eyes were as quiet as a picture. There were still sweaters and scarves she had just started knitting on the back tea table. At the beginning, the pattern was just determined. Zhu Wan wanted to knit one for herself to try, It doesn't look good on children when you can.

Ah, if she could, she would also like to make shoes for the children. The soft bottom, which she accepts and outlines with wool, must be very cute. Zhu Wan couldn't help laughing at the thought of the children's fleshy little feet wearing shoes.

But who came to her so early? Zhu Wan was a little confused, but she couldn't put down the flowers in hand. She walked over with her arms. She opened the door but didn't see anyone until a dissatisfied voice came from below: "Mom, you bow your head."

Toto said it. He was still a little unhappy because Zhu Wan didn't see him.

Zhu Wan was not ecstatic, but gently squatted down and kissed Tuotuo's forehead: "sorry, mom is holding the flowers and didn't see you, baby, can you forgive mom?"

Toto said very little, "OK, but in exchange, I can hold the flowers for my mother."

Zhu Wan smiled, gave him some flowers, and saw the little face her daughter expected: "do you want Mo Mo?"

"Yes!" The little girl nodded fiercely, hugged the flowers and walked a few steps towards the living room. Suddenly, she looked back sadly, "but mom, you didn't kiss Mo just now."

Zhu Wan quickly gave her a kiss.

She didn't ask why they came or when they left. She just took two little babies to continue arranging flowers. What do children know? Mo Mo is a beautiful little girl. She just wants to wear flowers on her head. Toto wants to show his aesthetics, but he looks at the ugly vase in front of him and is depressed, Not as good as Mom

Zhu Wan was not angry either. They made the living room full of leaves and broken petals and asked them if they had had breakfast. The babies came after breakfast, but Mo Mo loved to be coquettish and hugged Zhu Wan's thigh: "Mom, mom, Mo Mo Mo wants to eat her mother's pie and Mo Mo wants chicken stuffing!"

Toto didn't speak, but kept looking at Zhu Wan. He felt that he shouldn't eat again after eating, but he wanted to eat it in his heart.

Zhu Wan touched his daughter's head and said, "OK, mom will make it for you. Will you play by yourself?"

"I'll help my mother!"

Children have no overnight hatred against their mother, even if Zhu Wan was so crazy that they were afraid. As soon as they received the kindness and tenderness released by their mother, no one can replace Zhu Wan. They were raised by Zhu Wan alone. She is the best mother in the world. Mo Mo is sensitive and likes to cry. Toto comforts her. Her mother is just sick. When her mother gets well, she will become her original mother.

But in the end, Zhu Wan failed to fulfill toto's wish. She died alone in a garbage filled rental house on the 27th day when the children were taken away.

She's dead.

But she still loved the children. She was unwilling to leave them the impression that their mother was a terrible madman before she died. She didn't want them to recall that there was only a Madwoman in their mind when they grew up.

She wanted to tell the children that she loved them. Even if it dissipated, the love would not change.

Zhu Wan's cooking is very good. She made pie for the children, which tastes like chicken that Mo Mo likes to eat and potatoes that toto likes to eat. The two children sat at the table obediently. Zhu Wan brought the pie first, and then put a small pocket on each of them. Mo Mo's small pocket is embroidered with a kitten playing with a wool ball. She likes it bad and keeps touching, "thank you, mom. I like mom so much!"

Toto was very unhappy: "Mom, I have grown up. Don't wear a bib for me anymore. I won't spill it when I eat."

Zhu Wan said gently, "OK, will you take it off?"

Toto immediately refused, "no, I, I'll wear it casually first."

Zhu Wan laughed. She cut the pie for the children and sat quietly aside. Mo Mo ate happily, shaking her short legs and humming songs. From time to time, she smiled at her mother and blew her kisses. Toto was much more reserved. He took a bite first and commented, "it tastes good. It tastes like his mother."

Zhu Wan couldn't help rubbing the little guy's head when he looked like a kid. Toto tooted his mouth: "Mom, dad said that a man's head can't be touched at will!"

But as soon as he finished, he saw his mother's sad eyes, and the little guy immediately changed his mouth: "but my mother is no one else. My mother can touch my head."

Mo Mo giggled and said, "mine is OK."

Zhu wanyiyan touched their cerebellar bags.

After eating the pie, Mo Mo's small pocket was dirty, but Tuotuo didn't. Zhu Wan took it down and washed it. Mo Mo was sad. Like a small tail, she followed Zhu Wan and kept asking, "how long does Mom have to wash it? Mo Mo Mo really wants to wear it..."

As a brother who loves his sister, Toto has always been polite to Mo Mo, but this time, he quietly touched the small pocket on his neck, which his mother made for him. He didn't want to give it to his sister.

Zhu Wan coaxed her that she would be well soon. After she washed it, she dried it with a hair dryer and watched the kitten clean again. Mo Mo excitedly hugged Zhu Wan's thigh and shouted long live her mother.

The time with the children is always short. If there is no phone call, Zhu Wan will forget that they are going to leave her in the end. Once she tried every means to keep them, but now Zhu Wan feels that she wants them to get used to it early and accept their mother's departure. As long as they remember that their mother is not crazy, her mother loves them very much and loves them regardless of reason.

This is Zhu Wan's humble plea, which she is willing to do at the cost of her soul.

The man's voice on the other end of the phone was still cold and could not hear any feelings. Zhu Wan had been numb for a long time. She answered and hung up.

She thought the children would be eager to get back to their father.

But they didn't.

Mo Mo held Zhu Wan's leg and cried, "Mom, don't drive Mo Mo away with her brother! Mo Mo misses her mother! Mo Mo doesn't want to go back! "

Toto also put down his toy and stared at Zhu Wan with his small mouth. He didn't want to go.

Zhu Wan was at a loss. Why didn't he go? Don't they like dad very much? They said Grandpa was very kind and grandma loved them. They had a big house and a huge swimming pool. Grandpa and grandma also promised to keep a golden hair... Why stay with her in such a good place?


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