Chapter 3 Yuan Yuan: Why did you treat me like this?

If you want to be a prostitute, at least you can keep up with the trend and dress up as a fashionable prostitute!

When I walked into the dimly lit living room, my mother looked at me with a sarcastic look.It's one o'clock in the morning, and I didn't expect her to be awake at this point.Usually, my mother goes to bed at 10 o'clock.

You are like a woman standing on the street to solicit customers, or the cheapest one.Mom sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a cigarette in her mouth and a cup in her right hand.

From her vague words, we can tell that the cup must be not clear water.

It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?I asked in a low voice exhausted manner, more like talking to myself.

I almost didn't close my eyes all day, I was extremely sleepy, and I was not in the mood to have a big fight with my mother.

My plan is to sleep till dawn and then go back to school with my luggage and schoolbag.

I have always been the first student to return to school since my father passed away.

My classmates went back in a hurry at night or early the next morning, and I guess none of them had a single mother who was drunk or indulged.

The National Day holiday was a disaster for me. My friends were taking advantage of this time to eat and drink and let their personality go, and I wandered on the street almost every day.

Today is the last day of the long holiday, and I originally wanted to spend the whole night outside without going home.

There is a midnight show in the cinema in the shopping center, and a movie ticket can keep me staying until six in the morning.

Unexpectedly, after only one hour in the seat, a greasy bastard came to me to chat with me.

I did not hide my disgust and had no intention of paying attention to him. I hope this person can stay away from me with a sense of tact, but I didn't expect that he would touch me instead.

At this time, there were several couples in the cinema who were in love, but I had no interest in him at all.

I stood up, shouted loudly, and left the theater angrily.

When I left the cinema, I was blown by the cool breeze. I was a little scared when I remembered the scene just now, and cold sweats rushed out.

The city center is still brightly lit, but it is the quietest moment before dawn.

The noisy city suddenly became so quiet and deserted, and it was difficult for me to adapt for a while. In addition, I was worried that the gangster would take revenge with me, so I thought about it and asked Didi to run home.

Home...I sighed a long time, hey, I grew up in that home, but now I don’t look like my home anymore.

When my father was sick, it was very difficult to live under the same roof with my mother.

After his death, the situation became worse.

My mother didn't want to see me and wanted me to stay in boarding school and never come back.

I don’t want to face her at all. Every weekend this semester, I will use tutoring lessons as an excuse to stay in school.

It’s okay to say that it will be troublesome when it comes to a long holiday.

The school does not have enough managers, and the dormitory building must be cleared for maintenance and maintenance.

My mother saw that I was not at all happy, and she even got angry because I went home without her permission.

I explained patiently that I called her and sent her messages, but I never received any response.

I was almost the last student to leave school, and when I thought of going home and facing my mother, I felt aggrieved and angry.

But where else can I go besides coming back?

My mother doesn’t want me to go home and get annoying. I will disturb her free single life.

I'm also very sensible and will try to avoid her these days.

In the catering hall of the furniture city, the study classroom of the university, and the waiting workshop of the train station, I always find a place to spend a lot of time, which is what I am working hard to do tonight.

Unexpectedly, my mother was still awake and she had to listen to her harsh words.

What did you say?Mom asked in a dim manner, then staggered to stand up.

She walked towards me slowly and slowly. Before I could see the smell of alcohol on her body.

I looked disgusted and took two steps back to avoid her.

I was afraid of her like this when I was a child, but now I am used to it.

I could imagine what happened next with my toes that my mother would scold the things that bothered her and then scold me again.

Go back and forth, cursing and complaining with the most vicious words, accusing God of injustice to her.

She would also threaten me, stop my living expenses, and tell me that studying is useless.

No matter how hard I work, I will definitely live a miserable life in the future and nothing will be.

After my father passed away, the school teacher cared about me very much.

However, I never mentioned to anyone what was really happening at home.

I don’t know what I am resisting. Maybe it’s because my vanity doesn’t want to give teachers and classmates more reasons to sympathize with me, maybe it’s because I’m afraid that my mother’s attitude towards me will become worse after it is exposed.

Anyway, no matter who asks me, my family will always be very good, and my mother will be very good.

Only I know that I don't like this home at all.

Don't look at me like this, you're even more ugly!Mom sneered, raised her hand and poured the wine from the glass onto my face, screaming: Change out this outfit quickly, you are like a bitch walking out of the garbage dump.It's a shame!

Mom stumbled back to the sofa and picked up the bottle to refill herself. However, she was so drunk that she tried several times but didn't pour it into the cup.

My mother simply pushed the cup aside, picked up the bottle and poured it into her mouth.

She raised her head again and I noticed my mother's bloodshot eyes and severely drooping eyelids, as well as a bottle of sleeping pills in front of her.

She would drink herself to death like this, I thought to myself.

For a moment, I was even really assuming that if she died, would the situation be better, at least my life could be easier and more pleasant.

But she couldn't die. My mother got married very early and I had it in her early twenties.

She is very smart, but has a low education.

It is said that the family situation fell sharply because of a child.

Grandpa committed suicide, but grandma had no ability to support her in college.

After graduating from junior high school, she took the junior college degree in media marketing to learn a skill well and make money from work early.

My mother is still very young. If she doesn’t drink and stays awake, and with the magical effects of cosmetics, she is still a beautiful beauty.

My mother is very good at dressing up herself, and her acne marks, spots, and dullness can be easily solved under her hands.

She usually keeps up with fashion, and in front of outsiders, she can always give people a refined and confident maturity.

However, after she goes home to remove her makeup, especially when she holds a wine glass, she becomes another ugly and vicious look.

I have no doubt that both faces are the true appearance of my mother.

Sadly, she left that sunny face to outsiders and dark face to me.

What the hell are you looking at?Mom asked viciously.

It was nothing, I looked down at the dry white accumulated on the floor at my feet.

When I was a child, I always heard a lot of people praise my mom for being beautiful.

She has thick curly black hair, big eyes, high nose, and thick red lips.

Not long after graduation, she started working in an online company.

There are many social events and dinners inside and outside the company, and the boss especially likes to take her to attend.

Not only is my mother cheerful, she also has a skill that she is particularly good at: drinking.

She always easily becomes the focus of attention at these gatherings, and everyone thinks she is both beautiful and capable, and her career is booming.

In the past five years, my mother has become a habit. Even though she no longer needs to do this at work and she still keeps drinking at home, she never admits that she has alcohol problems and thinks that drinking is water for her and she can't get drunk at all.

After her father passed away, she no longer restrained herself.

In fact, her life is basically occupied by alcohol and sleeping pills now.

The effects of alcohol on her have become increasingly obvious, with loose skin, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, not to mention an increasingly irritable temper.

People always say I look like her, and although I don’t want to admit it, I know I’m a copy of my mother, at least that’s the case.

In the past, she would really like to bring me around and accept all kinds of fancy praises from the people around her for our appearance.

However, since I entered puberty, she no longer found it interesting.

She doesn't like the fact that I'm pretty, too, and I'm twenty years younger than her.

Some of my mother's friends even said that her daughter's beauty is better than hers, and my father once said that he loved me very much than his wife.

My father would hold me tightly in his arms, stroke my hair, and then tuggle on my face with hard stubble, and we were laughing together.

Mom was furious about this, but not Dad.

She slapped me in the face, pulled my hair and dragged me to my room, told me to pack my luggage quickly, go back to the boarding school to study hard, and don't come back if you have nothing to do.

Since then, my mother has become more and more hostile to me, and she always seems to see me as her competitor.Unfortunately, she doesn't feel like winning most of the time.

I even wear the most rustic and ordinary sportswear and flats, which is more eye-catching than her.

I am also very good at studying. I got high scores in the school exam, but she would not encourage me, let alone expect her to say praises such as being proud of me.

On the contrary, she always found all kinds of reasons to throw a lot of sarcasm into my face.

Going home for holidays and winter and summer vacations is the biggest headache for me. Now seeing her drunkenness, I even hate staying under the same roof with her.

Why don’t you go to school and leave me alone?My mother drank all the wine in the bottle in one breath, and her posture was elegant and smooth, as if a winner was showing off.

I narrowed my eyes and stared at my mother, trying to find out if she was joking.

It's already past one o'clock in the morning. Is she drunk?

How can a mother rush out her biological daughter at this point?

Unfortunately, my mom was obviously sober.

Why are you treating me like this?I could feel hatred coming out of every pore.

I care about your studies, little girl!Mom giggled, then opened another bottle of wine and threw the cap onto a box of food that had almost never touched.

She paused on purpose and shouted dramatically: Oh...wait, you are no longer a little girl, right?You actually learned to seduce my boyfriend behind my back.

I seduced?I almost vomited.

My mother brought back a man last night, probably a stranger I met in a bar.

The bedroom door was open all night, which made the bed creak. The head of the bed hit the wall again and again, and she made a disgusting scream, which reached my ears through the wall.

I had to play the most intense music with my headphones to block those horrible sounds.

Until her room became quiet, I could finally walk out of the room to get food for myself. Unexpectedly, I happened to see a disgusting man walking out of the bathroom naked.

When he saw me, he actually grinned and swaggered in the direction of me.

I was so scared that I quickly ran back to my room and locked the door. At dawn, I ran away from home in panic.

Mom, do you care about me?Care about me and I will rush me out of the house at 1:00 a.m.?If you care about me, will you ignore me?Mom, it’s only three months since Dad passed away, you can’t wait to find a man to bed!You...you're just a joke, an old, stupid, and ruthless joke.

I was so angry that I was trembling all over and couldn't control the words that came out of my mouth, even though I knew I would pay a heavy price for it, I just couldn't control it, and it was like this every time.

Even if I'm not at home, you can't make a man really love you.You will only stay in this big house alone, except drinking.Mom, when will you realize your alcoholism problem? You really have to quit Ah.Otherwise, let alone men, even your most proud beauty, don’t think about staying, let alone health, and your life!

I might be yelling at my mom, but all I said is true.

For a moment, my mother seemed to be very injured, but she immediately recovered, became angry and shouted at me: How dare you talk to me like this? Don’t forget who is providing you with food, clothes, and tuition.You have many places to use me, so it's better to be honest.This is my house, my home, you live under my roof, and you have to do whatever I ask you to do.I am your mom, you better remember this!I don't need to prove anything to you, but I want to tell you that many people like me!

My mother took a step forward, slapped me hard, and then took the wine bottle and hit my neck hard.

The scorching stinging thrust through the skin and extends to the heart as the nerves come.

However, I have become accustomed to this feeling and have no expectations of her.

I shouted: You will be very happy when hitting me, right?Do you think you are capable?it's beautiful?Very powerful?Don't be stupid, this will only make me despise you and look down on you more.I know that my dad actually wanted to dump you long ago. If he hadn't been sick, you would have been kicked out of this house now.You don’t want to admit that I know that without cosmetics and branded clothes, you can’t go out to meet people. You are just an ugly, old and no one wants it!

These words sound very childish, and I understand that my mother doesn't care at all.

I was just venting my feelings and telling her how I felt.

She hurt me unscrupulously and didn't care about my feelings at all. Why did I take care of her?

My mother blushed, looked at me in amazement, and then screamed at me: Damn, fuck, is it the opposite!Is it reversed!

She poured out a few sleeping pills from the medicine bottle, stuffed them into her mouth tremblingly, picked up the wine bottle and took a big mouthful, shaking the medicine bottle on my face like a madman, and said angrily: Are you fucking happy to see me like this?Do you want to anger me so that you can just eat your family property?Dominate this house?I won't make you happy!Fuck, you a bad bitch with no conscience, I should have had an abortion at the beginning, and I shouldn't have given birth to you.

At one o'clock in the morning, I stood in the living room, covered in wine, my handprints on my face were tingling with fiery stinging, and my eardrums endured screams and threats.

For a moment, I wanted to continue yelling at her, to go up and fight, to say vicious words to hurt her, just like she hurt me.

But I don’t have it. I can’t argue with my mother, nor can I wake her up.

My mind automatically entered a free state. Although the person is here, the soul goes somewhere else.I am no longer helpless in that place and no longer long for my mother's love.

Finally, my mother scolded her for being tired and sat back on the sofa and poured wine into her mouth.

I turned around and walked away from her and walked through the dark aisle.Although I don't know exactly what will happen next, I have to leave.I don't know where to go, but I can't stand it and continue to face her.

I pushed open the bedroom door, picked up the suitcase placed in the closet, and mechanically put the school uniforms and clothes and pants in it.

After returning from the holiday, I hardly moved my schoolbag, let alone completed my homework and reviewed my homework.

But it doesn't matter. After returning to school, I have more time to learn to make up for classes than anyone else.

Tonight I will think of a place to go, the hospital emergency room, the train station, the Internet cafe, the 24-hour fast food restaurant, and even the police station. It is better to go anywhere than staying at this home.

I packed my luggage and pushed open the bedroom door.

Mom stood at my door, wearing an elegant silk robe.

She still looks beautiful, even though the wrinkles on her face reflect a heavy shadow under the lights of the room.

I was tired, and there seemed to be a big stone on my chest, and I couldn't even reach my breath.

I walked around her body and didn't have the energy to have another screaming match.

When I passed by her, she actually called my name behind me, and her voice became hoarse because of the yelling just now.

For a moment, I thought my mother would apologize, and thought she finally realized what a bad mother she was and was willing to make up for the harm she had done to me.

Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan... My mother was still shouting behind me, but I didn't listen to her and walked straight towards the door in anger.

When I heard the footsteps behind me, my mother actually followed me and hope ignited in my heart.

I immediately imagined what would happen next in my mind. My mother walked to me and hugged me with annoyance.

I will have a real mother, a mother who will love and protect me.

Of course she would lose her temper and severely accused me of going home so late because she was worried about me.

My mother would never let me step out of the house in the middle of the night, as it was so dark and dangerous outside.

She would tell me that I should stay at home and stay with her.

Tears were rolling in my eyes. I really wanted my mother to stop me. I hoped that she would open her arms and let me stay, even if she was furious and furious.

When I walked to the foyer to change my shoes, I felt that she had come behind me.I put my schoolbag on one hand and dragged my packed suitcase with the other.

Yuan Yuan... Mom called me again, followed by a long sigh.

What else should I do?I turned around and asked, hoping that there was still a hint of maternal love in her heart.

I am willing to give her a chance and a chance for us mother and daughter.

Give me the key to the house. My mother held a bottle of dry red in her hand, showed me a proud and drunken smile and said: Stay honestly at school in the future. I will not be allowed to enter this home until you come back.

Tears finally flowed down my cheeks. I put down my schoolbag and suitcase, took out the key with trembling hands, threw it on her body, and whispered: You are not my mother.