When did mom show up?!
Tang Ning's heart seemed to jump into his throat. All the blood in his body rushed to his head. His hands and feet were cold and stiff. He was like a dead animal. He was so scared that he couldn't even smell the stench coming from the trash can.
The person's pale hand was covering the frosted door. The palm was clear, but the rest of the outline was still blurry, especially the face. One could only vaguely tell where the nose and eyes were, but the more specific changes in the expression were completely unclear.
"Ningning." Mom whispered through the door, "What are you doing?"
Tangning's mind went blank. "Yes"
“In garbage sorting.”
The sliding door was slowly opened by that hand, revealing the puzzled look of the mother outside the door, "Are you too idle?"
Tang Ning stared at her mother blankly.
Mom covered her nose and waved her hand to clear the stinky air in front of her. "An Yun is right. You should really find a class to attend. What's the point of garbage sorting? This is not a big city. Even if you sort it well, the garbage collector will still throw your sorted garbage in the same pile."
"What are you doing with the Maoxuewang in your hands? You're crushing it into pieces. It's disgusting." Mom said with disgust.
Tangning looked down at the blood clot in his hand in bewilderment, "Is this Mao's Blood Sauce?"
"What else?" The mother looked at Tangning as if she was a fool. She then held her breath and cleaned up the mess on the floor. She also urged Tangning to wash her hands.
Tang Ning went to wash his hands in a daze. When he turned around, he saw his mother holding her waist and looking very uncomfortable.
This is an old problem of my mother. Her waist has always been not very good. My mother's job requires her to sit for a long time, which hurts her waist.
"Mom, why did you wake up so soon after sleeping today?" Tang Ning asked bravely.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you." Mom looked at Tangning, "I've been feeling a little under the weather these past few days, so I've taken a week off to rest. I don't have to go to work in the afternoon, so I can sleep whenever I want."
This is different from my current mother.
Tang Ning remembered that her mother had never taken a long vacation. She took her work very seriously and insisted on going to work even when she had a fever because it was her only way to support her family.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Mom looked at Tangning and said, "Now is the time, you can make a good meal."
Tangning's thoughts were interrupted. He moved his lips and without even thinking, he ordered the dishes: "Braised crucian carp, braised prawns, and sweet and sour spare ribs."
This was the meal he missed on his first day in this dungeon.
"That's what you said the day before yesterday." Mom raised her eyebrows, her tone a little complaining and aggrieved: "Yesterday you didn't even take a bite."
"We must finish eating today!" Tangning said hastily, fearing that if she showed her loyalty too late, her mother would stop cooking.
"You'd better finish eating." Mom picked up the garbage bag and prepared to take it downstairs. However, she glanced at Tangning again and suddenly became serious, "Ningning, what's in your pocket?"
Tangning looked down in panic and saw the porcelain doll's small hand sticking out from the edge of her pocket.
"Take it out!" Mom said in an aggressive tone.
Tang Ningshi did as he was told and took the porcelain doll out of his pocket. When his mother saw the doll's face, her expression suddenly changed: "Why are you carrying such a strange thing?!"
Growing up, whenever his mother lost her temper, Tang Ning would instantly become extremely depressed. When his mother questioned him like this, Tang Ning was extremely nervous and had no idea how to answer.
Should he tell his mother
"What's so strange about that?" Tang Ning asked weakly.
"Isn't this kind of doll weird?" Mom looked at the smiling porcelain doll and frowned. "It also has the same face as your brother! Don't you find it creepy?"
It's really creepy.
But mom is creepy.
Tangning raised her head and glanced at her mother, her expression was so pitiful that it was indescribable.
"Throw away this doll!" Mom said unhappily, "I feel uncomfortable just looking at this thing. It gives me goose bumps."
Although Mom was a bit strong-willed, she was gentle most of the time and would never throw away Tang Ning's things on her own initiative.
But now his mother showed a strong aversion to the porcelain doll. Tang Ning even suspected that if he was not wearing a diamond ring, his mother would have snatched the porcelain doll from his hand in an instant.
"Are you going to throw it away or not?" The mother stared at the porcelain doll that Tangning was holding. Her chest rose and fell violently as she watched Tangning's tightly clenched hands. Her eyes turned red for a moment. "Ningning, are you deliberately trying to make me angry today?"
There was no need to say anything else. These simple words broke Tang Ning's heart. His hands, which were holding the porcelain doll, became limp.
Mom, how could I deliberately want to make you angry
I hope you can be the happiest mother in the world.
Looking into her mother's red eyes, Tang Ning's eyes turned red in an instant.
"Go downstairs and throw it away!" Mom carried the rubbish forward. She didn't pull Tang Ning's clothes, but Tang Ning couldn't help but follow her.
When he came out of the kitchen, he saw a familiar figure. Su Anyun was standing at the bedroom door looking at them.
Tang Ning immediately found his backbone. He looked at Su Anyun with a pout, wanting to get a response from Su Anyun.
But Su Anyun stood there motionless, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, quietly looking at Tang Ning. Tang Ning inexplicably felt that Su Anyun was a sculpture that had been stripped of all emotions, far away, indifferent and alienated.
The mother didn't look at Su Anyun standing beside her. She opened the door forcefully and complained loudly: "How can you bring such a messy thing home?! This is our home!!!"
Tangning looked at the porcelain doll in her hand. It was still smiling, with curved eyes and raised lips, as if the quarrel in Tangning's family was trying to please it. Tangning's scalp went numb and her heart was in a state of panic.
There is one thing my mother was right about: this is a particularly creepy puppet.
Tang Ning looked at Su Anyun again. Su Anyun was still indifferent and did not come forward to mediate like he did every time there was a dispute.
Looking at Su Anyun and her mother like this, the hazy feeling in Tang Ning's heart became clear.
He had this vague feeling before, it wasn't quite clear, and Tangning always suspected that he was just imagining things -
The relationship between his brother and mother didn't seem as good as he imagined.
His brother gave him a porcelain doll and asked him to carry it with him, but his mother hated the doll so much that she wanted to grind it to dust. So who should he listen to? If Su Anyun was a prince, he would definitely protect him, right
Tang Ning looked at the cold Su Anyun in confusion and anxiety. Her mother shouted at her to hurry up at the door. Tang Ning held onto the porcelain doll and looked back every few steps. Su Anyun appeared in her sight with a cold face.
Compared to the porcelain doll with an evil smile, Su Anyun is more like a puppet with no sadness or joy.
Is Su Anyun afraid of his mother? Or what? Why did Su Anyun just watch his mother ask him to throw away the porcelain doll
Tangning left the room with a puzzled look in her mind and followed her mother upstairs. Although her mother was furious, she turned around and angrily reminded Tangning when she saw her distracted look, "Watch the stairs when you go upstairs!"
The trash can was located on the upper floor of the residential building. The sun was shining brightly outside. Mom held her waist and stopped at the door. She handed the trash bag to Tangning and said, "Go throw these things away yourself."
Tang Ning took the garbage bag from his mother. He held the garbage bag in one hand and the porcelain doll in the other and walked towards the nearby garbage can. When Tang Ning arrived in front of the tall garbage can, he paused for a moment and slowly turned around to see the person standing behind the door with half of his face exposed.
Its pale face was covered with corpse spots, and blood was dripping from its head, staining its pale clothes red.
The high summer temperature caused the air to distort, but the mother's horrified face did not change at all. She stared straight at Tang Ning with a sinister and strange look.
Tangning blinked, and the horrifying scene faded away. The person turned into her beautiful mother again, but her expression did not change at all. Her eyes, which were so dark that they were scary, stared straight at Tangning. She stood in the shadow of the corridor, and her skin seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.
Why didn't she come out? Was she afraid of the sun? Or was she afraid of the porcelain doll in his hand
Tangning discovered a detail. It seemed that his mother had no way of directly sensing the presence of the porcelain doll. If the porcelain doll's little hand had not been slightly exposed from his pocket, his mother would not have noticed that he was carrying the doll.
If he pretended to have lost the porcelain doll and actually hid it on his body, would his mother not be able to find out
Tang Ning's heart was beating rapidly. He turned around and looked at the porcelain doll in his hand. The doll was looking at him.
If the doll really had eyesight, it should be looking at Tang Ning.
Despite the hot summer weather, Tang Ning felt cold all over.
He was targeted by two strange creatures, all of which were waiting for his choice. One was a monster in the image of his mother, and the other was a monster in the image of his brother. How would he choose
Throw away the porcelain doll
However, the porcelain doll is the only prop that can effectively protect him. When Tang Ning went to the orphanage, after he got the porcelain doll, no children came out to stop him on the road. When he arrived at Zeng Yishuang's house, the porcelain doll played a role again when he met Zeng's father.
Although bad things might happen after the porcelain doll was completely broken, Tangning felt that he wouldn't be so unlucky as to have the porcelain doll break after one more use, right? As long as the porcelain doll could hold up one more time, Tangning could keep it and protect herself one more time.
And seeing how the mother is so resistant to the porcelain doll, perhaps the porcelain doll has a restraining effect on the mother.
Tang Ning thought about it and gritted his teeth, deciding to stuff the palm-sized doll into his clothes. However, he definitely couldn't hide it in the pocket, as his mother might ask him to turn his pockets inside out for inspection.
Tang Ning threw the garbage bag into the trash can with one hand and quickly lifted up his clothes with the other hand.
Compared to most boys, Tang Ning's waist is particularly thin. This makes it difficult for him to buy pants because there is always a small space left at the waist of his pants.
The doll was only the size of a palm. When Tang Ning placed it between his waist and pants, it fit perfectly. The downside was that the porcelain doll was too cold. Tang Ning shivered as soon as she put it in.
Tang Ning put the clothes down, and he pretended to have thrown away the porcelain doll and turned around as if nothing had happened.
Mom was still standing at the door, half of her face exposed as she stared at Tangning.
"Have you thrown away all of them?" asked the mother.
Tangning nodded.
"Turn out your pockets," his mother asked. Tang Ning had expected this. There was nothing in his pocket except the blood-stained carnation and the money.
Mom's eyes were immediately drawn to the carnation. Tangning carefully held the flower in front of her mother and said, "Mom, this is for you."
Mom was stunned for a moment, she looked at the dark red carnation, her previous unhappy expression disappeared, she reached out and picked up the flower as if obsessed, put it to the tip of her nose, took a deep breath into the pistil, and an intoxicated look appeared on her face.
This should have been a perfectly normal scene.
But this flower has been soaked in blood, and it only emits a strong smell of blood.