Thick snow covered both sides of the road. Ling Tongyu was holding a large woven bag in one hand, which contained all the clothes she designed and cut. She would sell them to Beidamen later, and she was holding her daughter in the other hand.
with little hands, standing on the roadside waiting for the school bus.
In addition to their mother and daughter, there are many people on the roadside who are rushing to work and school. Among the crowd, they are particularly eye-catching because Ling Xiaoxi is so cute and beautiful. She wears Ling Tongyu from the cloth market.
A small red cotton-padded jacket made by herself from the cloth she found, black and white plaid jeans, old leather boots, and a ginger woolen hat with two small balls hanging on her chest. Although these clothes are made of cheap fabrics, Ling Xiaoxi
She still looks like a beautiful and lovely little princess, delicate and beautiful, with a pair of big bright eyes that seem to be able to talk.
Ling Tongyu has been trying her best to give her daughter better things, because... she doesn't have a father, so she can only find ways to compensate her in other ways.
Ling Tongyu himself was wearing a military green cotton-padded jacket and a large brown scarf. Both the clothes and the scarf had been worn for six years.
The weather was so cold, she huddled her neck, only half of her face was exposed, and her round little nose turned red from the cold.
Although her daughter is already five years old and in kindergarten, she has been living a very hard life and is very poor, but God loves her, Ling Tongyu still looks like an innocent and romantic girl who has never experienced anything in the world.
Her skin was so white and tender that it was so crystal clear that it looked like water could be squeezed out of it.
"Mom..." Ling Xiaoxi's little hand was held by Ling Tongyu. She opened her mouth but stopped talking.
"What's wrong? Baby?" Ling Tongyu looked down at her daughter and asked.
"It's okay." Ling Xiaoxi thought about it and decided not to ask her mother. This parent-child activity requires the whole family to participate together. She doesn't have a father, so how can she participate? She'd better ask for leave from the teacher then.
She once asked her mother where her father was. Her mother said that her father had gone abroad to do business. He was very busy and had no time to come back. Every time she talked about it, there were tears in her eyes.
Seeing that his daughter was hesitant to speak, Ling Tongyu knelt down, touched his daughter's fleshy little face with his gloved hands, and said, "Baby, have you encountered any difficulties?"
"No, no." Ling Xiaoxi shook her head quickly, kissed Ling Tongyu sweetly on her forehead, and said, "I'm going to school soon, and I can't see my mother for another day. I just want to call my mother all of a sudden.
Well……"
"...Little clever ghost!" Ling Tongyu nodded his daughter's forehead lovingly, but a sweet feeling surged in his heart.
Six years ago, she was suddenly raped and almost killed after the rape. She was hit by a car while escaping in a hurry. God favored her, but she survived and gave birth to Xiaoxi.
Although, these years, she had raised her daughter by herself, and had never been close to that man's world, she still felt comforted when she saw her daughter born so well-behaved and cute, and deeply felt that,
The decision to insist on giving birth to the child was the right one.
"Mom, the school bus is here, I have to leave!" Ling Xiaoxi kissed her mother again, and then the teacher pulled her onto the school bus. Ling Tongyu watched the school bus go away, then turned around and prepared to go to the north gate.
"Pa..." At this moment, an elongated Rolls-Royce sped past her. The tire crushed the big pit in front of her, and the mud in the pit splashed high. The car tire almost ran along the ridge.