"... um, um, don't worry, I will take good care of myself." The woman said softly, "You have to take good care of yourself, too, okay? Last time I heard from Wu Sheng that you stayed up all night again... I feel so bad, if one day, If I can come to the office to take care of you in an open and aboveboard way..."
In the evening, the dim yellow sunset shines through the glass and obliquely shines on the beige fabric sofa and the display cabinet next to it. In the display cabinet, dozens of dolls in different clothes are neatly arranged, the corners of their mouths are slightly raised, silently.
The soft voice of a woman was the only sound in the living room. She always has a soft smile on her face, her voice is pleasant, and her conversation fits well, as if she will never lose her temper.
"...Okay, you go ahead, good night."
There is a busy tone on the phone.
The woman was sitting on the sofa, she was stroking her stomach gently, thinking about something. The moment she hung up the phone, the soft smile on her face disappeared from her face like dry ice vaporized.
"One hundred feet, one step further." The woman said as if she was talking to herself, "Soon..."
Soon, she will be able to rely on the child in her womb to enter the family, marry into a wealthy family, become a wealthy wife, and enter the upper class society. From then on...
Since then, she has achieved her dream since she was a child.
Cen Sui closed his eyes. The living room was obviously silent, but the rain in her ears seemed to be still falling. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her childhood.
She was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket and stayed in the poor and rainy village. The only toy she had was the doll left to her by her mother who died early.
When Cen Sui was very young, her parents divorced. To be precise, it was her father who made a fortune and abandoned his wife. Her mother was an illiterate housewife who couldn't survive in the city, so she took Cen Sui back to her hometown in the countryside.
The village is rainy, poor and sleepy, and the mother can do needlework skillfully, barely maintaining the life of orphans and widows. The lives of the two were poor and hard-pressed. Cen Sui went to elementary school in the town, and her classmates could afford the latest flip-top pencil case, but she could only use a rag bag made by her mother. The classmates in the class can wear princess dresses covered with tulle, but she can only pick up old clothes that her relatives don’t want to wear. A small girl is wrapped in floral cloth clothes eliminated by middle-aged and elderly people every day. Funny and old-fashioned.
Being out of place is always easy to be ridiculed, and the malice of children is more direct. In the days when he was always being ridiculed, the only thing Cen Sui could be proud of was his good grades.
However, the double percentage is no match for the doll brought by the monitor. The squad leader is wearing a pink lace princess dress and looks like a doll. The doll she brought had long, curly eyelashes and blinking eyes made of glass beads. The squad leader led the most beautiful little girls in the class to play house, and the dolls were their daughters, and each pretty little girl brought her own doll.
Cen Sui looked at them from a distance, full of envy. The class leader's circle of little girls is the best circle of little girls, and being able to enter this circle of little girls means being recognized as one of the best little girls.
At that time, Cen Sui was still very naive, she thought that entering a small circle was just a matter of a doll.
'I want dolls! ' she said to her mother.
His mother couldn't afford a doll, so Cen Sui got angry and quarreled with her. Mother's health was not good, she was so angry that she became ill.
A week later, when Cen Sui woke up, her mother handed her a doll while coughing.
The doll was sewn by the mother herself. There are no glazed eyes or long eyelashes that can blink, but the stitches are fine and the cotton is sufficient. The rag doll also has a pair of big sewn-in eyes, with pigtails and a red padded jacket, like a rag doll version of Xiao Cen Sui.
Cen Sui happily rushed to school with the doll. Holding the doll in her hand, she didn't think of her mother's sharper coughing, but felt as if she was holding an admission ticket to "enter the circle".
Thinking of this, Cen Sui squeezed the phone tightly and shook his head.
She was so naive back then.
Holding the doll, she was indeed "welcome" by the small group. If the person standing here is Cen Sui twenty years later, she should be able to easily discover the intentions of those little girls from those tacit smiles and whispers. However, the 7-year-old Cen Sui was too eager to please—she didn't know anything about the malice that the little girls who claimed to be "high-class people" could have towards her, a "poor person".
Cen Sui took the doll and finally joined the little girls' games. The little girls said they wanted to play the palace game. Their daughter plays the beautiful and vicious princess, while Cen Sui's daughter plays the humble, tormented Cinderella.
'Cinderella is the main character! ' they said.
It's a great honor to play the leading role. The protagonist is kind, the protagonist is weak, and the protagonist is bullied by vicious female partners... The little girl's dolls are clean and sitting on beautiful chairs, and Cen Sui's doll needs to do all the work that "Cinderella" needs to do, such as...
Dust.
"Dirty the doll again... Cough, cough..." Her mother always said this, carefully repairing and cleaning the doll, "Be careful next time. '
'What a long-winded ah you! '
Cen Sui is always impatient with his mother, screaming and shouting at every turn, but he is very careful with the little girls. Day by day, despite mother's constant restoration, Cen Sui's doll is getting more and more dilapidated and crumbling.
It was at this time that the little girls came up with a new way to play.
'A needle'.
'The beautiful heroines in TV dramas are all tortured like this. The squad leader fluttered his eyes, "Shall we try it too?" '
Cen Sui generously donated his doll. The game was in full swing, and she felt "accepted" again by the small circle at the top of the class.
Her mother was poor, weak, sickly, and worthless. However, being accepted by the small circle can bring her supreme satisfaction.
The dolls are getting worn out day by day. Every torn pinhole on its body, every piece of dirt caused by 'dusting', and every scar that exposed cotton has been filled by mother with needles and threads again and again, piece by piece. Patch after patch on the doll's body, the small circle that had begun to "accept" her seemed to have lost interest in playing doll games. The squad leader brought a glowing magic wand, and they played a new game.
Cen Sui also heard new rumors at this time.
'Do you know why the monitor and the others play with Cen Sui? In fact, that doll really looks like Cen Sui! '
'A person like her deserves to play with us? She was the only one in the class who had been dragging tuition fees for two months and had no money to pay. My dad said he had seen Cen Sui's mother go to the office, bowing her knees to Lao Huang, kneeling down for more than a hundred dollars...'
'Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… '
'You guys are too much! 'A short-haired girl stood up, she also came from a single-parent family and her father was a butcher. She is tall and big, like a tomboy, with a tough personality. The little girls avoided her all day, but no one dared to speak ill of her.
This girl caught up with Cen Sui on the way home from school, holding the doll that Cen Sui threw into the trash can: "Don't pay attention to them, they are very mean-spirited." your mother she...'
'none of your business? ! what do you know? ! Instead, Cen Sui became fierce towards her, "It's all my mother's fault, if she wasn't too poor, I would..."
'What are you yelling at me for? ! Why don't you yell at those girls with that energy? ! Did I do you a favor and tricked you? ! ' The tomboy was also annoyed. Without waiting for Cen Sui's reply, she rudely stuffed the doll into her schoolbag: "Do you want to love it or not, go away!" '
When Cen Sui returned home, she cried all night. She hated her poor mother who insisted on taking her away from her rich father. She hated those rich little girls who claimed to be noble and mocked her, but she didn't dare to hate too much. In front of them, she always maintained a very humble self-esteem. She hated the tomboy who brought the doll back to her—her things, she threw them away, what business did she have
A rag doll full of holes was lying on the table. According to the past practice, the mother who came back from get off work in the tailor shop would help her clean the rag doll while coughing. Cen Sui sat at home hating many people, but this night, Cen Sui's mother did not come back.
It rained heavily that evening, and Cen Sui's mother, riding a borrowed bicycle, fell into the river. It was originally a very shallow river, and healthy people could easily climb to the bank from the water. However, Cen Sui's mother had long been overworked and fell ill due to life, and finally, she died in that river.
And Cen Sui finally got her dream rich father after a month.
Cen Sui's father is not particularly prosperous in the eyes of the secular world, he is just a small civil servant. Although he lacked heartfelt care for this sudden "responsibility", he also brought her a welcome gift from a father who had ignored his daughter for five full years: flip-top pencil case, princess dress, Barbie doll.
A Barbie doll worth more than a hundred dollars!
Cen Sui hugged the Barbie doll and followed his father back to the city. Before leaving, she put on her new clothes, used a Mickey Mouse schoolbag, and took a Barbie doll to class, showing off in front of her classmates in the town.
The monitor's eyes made her feel strongly elated. At that moment, she realized that the monitor was actually not that pretty. Wearing a princess dress, she is much prettier than the monitor.
Only the tomboy in the class did not look at her. Cen Sui was very upset, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had nothing to regret.
Cen Sui doesn't have many things, a small box can fit them. When her father cleaned her up, he didn't pay much attention to it, so he brought the doll with him. When Cen Sui and her luggage arrived at her father's house, they were first baptized by her stepmother. Her half-sister hid behind her stepmother and looked at the stranger's suitcase.
'It's so dirty. ' the little sister said childishly.
Her exclamation came from the dirty doll. The stepmother frowned and looked at the new little girl in front of her. Even though she didn't like this child who was not born by herself, she still tried her best to maintain a little politeness: "This is your toy?" '
'not mine. Cen Sui, who was wearing new clothes, said quickly, "I don't know where it came from. '
The rag doll is thrown in the trash, along with the past it represents. After that day, the former girl left only the ambition of clinging to the powerful and reaching the top.
With this ambition, she changed from a girl with muddy soles to a doll designer who can walk on clean streets in white shoes. Childhood experiences did influence her employment choices, and she was obsessed with designing beautiful dolls, as if it was a kind of compensation for her childhood self.
She who is good at observing words and expressions is so gentle and soft in everyone's eyes. The girl who used to yell at the tomboy on the way home from school seems to have disappeared, only Cen Sui knows that she is always alive in her heart, secretly delighted every time she gets closer to the goal of "success". After learning that the client who had a crush on her turned out to be the president of a medium-sized company, the little girl hidden in her heart even screamed in surprise.
But now... Cen Sui caressed her belly, with this child, she can marry Mr. Li and become the real Mrs. Li.
She has no maternal love for the child in her womb, but just uses it as a negotiating tool. As Cen Sui thought about it, the image of his mother conceiving him appeared in his mind.
"...I'm not that kind of stupid woman." She shook her head in a concealed manner, trying not to think about it.
Cen Sui stood up from the sofa, her room was already covered with traces of mud and water dragging, but she seemed to be invisible, unaware of it. Seeing her stand up, the little girl who was curled up beside the sofa also stood up.
She was still staring at the woman's belly with a weird smile on her face.
... give birth, give birth soon.
… Mom, let me see you.
… I.
"Knock knock knock."
There was a knock on the door.
Cen Sui shook her head, for some reason, she always felt that her consciousness was a little fuzzy just now. At the same time, a familiar voice came from the door.
"Hello, I'm property management." Lin Huai's voice sounded at the door, "Check the water meter."