In fact, Wang Xiaojiao was also very conflicted in her heart. Of course she knew what would happen if a stone was thrown at her. She was a living person.
But when she thought about how she had lost her father since she was a child, why did Qiao Jinling have a father who loved her, and she was beaten and scolded by her mother all day long? God was so unfair, and she hated it so much!
She understands that her father has done bad things, but no matter how bad things are, they are still her father.
When she thought of her father's tragic death during the beating, Wang Xiaojiao's heart was pulled together and she couldn't relax no matter what.
She hid in the jungle holding the big stone for a long time, constantly forcing herself to think about the tragedy of her father's death, so that she could have the courage to throw the stone down.
Just when she was about to take action, she found Qiao Jinling and others coming over.
At that moment, Wang Xiaojiao found that she was more thankful than regretful.
But just for a moment, hatred surged up again, and various complex emotions swept over the six-year-old girl. She didn't know what to do.
Did you tell your mother, Zhao Daju?
It's simply impossible.
She would only poke Wang Xiaojiao in the scalp, scold Wang Xiaojiao for being incompetent, not even daring to throw a stone, scolding and kicking her, scolding Wang Xiaojiao for being a money-loser, a broomstick that harmed her father and mother, and then punished her by not eating dinner.
Thinking of her mother, Zhao Daju, Wang Xiaojiao felt a little more hatred in her heart. This woman had been giving Wang Xiaojiao a hard time every day since her father died.
"Wang Xiaojiao, your father was killed by the Qiao family. If you don't avenge your father, your last name will be Wang!"
"Daughter, you are only 6 years old. Even if you do something, no one will hold you accountable. Mom has already asked about it. It is not illegal for a child to kill someone."
"Come on, Jiao'er, you kill today's chicken. I'll give you the kitchen knife. Gently slash the chicken's neck. Mom will reward you with chicken legs tonight~"
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Wang Xiaojiao still clearly remembered that her hand holding the knife was trembling, and the other hand was holding the chicken she had raised since childhood, flapping its wings and making a frightened cry.
Her mother, Zhao Daju, kept tempting her with chicken legs. Wang Xiaojiao put a sharp blade against the chick's neck, and the edge of the freshly sharpened kitchen knife shone brightly.
Wang Xiaojiao gasped and trembled all over. She felt like she was the wailing chicken whose wings were tightly grasped, unable to fly or escape.
"Mom, I don't dare..."
Wang Xiaojiao's lips were livid with fear, and tears welled up in her eyes. She was so scared and didn't know where to escape.
"You coward, what's the use of you! When we eat chicken, you eat more. Now it's your turn to act, and you have become a idiot again! You have to kill this chicken today, whether you want to kill it or not, you have to kill it.
, if you don’t kill this chicken, get out of this house!”
Zhao Daju's eyes were red and she was biting her back molars. She hated her daughter for being so incompetent that she didn't even dare to kill a chicken. How could she be expected to kill someone?
"Mom, don't drive me away, I'll kill you!"
Wang Xiaojiao was afraid of being abandoned by her mother because she heard her mother chatting with others more than once, saying that she was a drag, which influenced her to remarry and wanted to give her to someone else.
Wang Xiaojiao could hear her heart beating so hard that it almost jumped out of her head. She cruelly slashed the chick's throat with a knife.
Chicken blood splattered, and Wang Xiaojiao's eyes turned red.
The chick's throat was cut and it could no longer scream. Blood gurgled out. It was not completely dead yet. It flapped its wings and rolled on the ground from time to time.
Wang Xiaojiao felt that she was just this little chicken and that she was not far from death.
"You're doing a great job, good girl. That's it. Be smart and don't hesitate. If it doesn't die, you will be the one who dies!"
It was rare for Zhao Daju to hold Wang Xiaojiao in her arms, but Wang Xiaojiao couldn't feel a trace of maternal love. She felt that she could only survive by following her mother's words.
She doesn't love anyone, she just wants to live.
Returning to reality, she sneered. She understood that this woman was just scaring herself. She would not go to jail at all because she was a minor and did not need to bear legal responsibility.
"Don't scare me. I don't know how you know my name. Besides, I don't know anything about what you are talking about. I don't want to hit someone on the head with a stone. Don't just accuse me of it just because I'm young."
There was obviously panic in Wang Xiaojiao's eyes, but she forced herself to remain calm. As long as she refused to admit it, no one would do anything to her. When she said this, her face looked mature and sinister, befitting her age.
This is evidence that she has worked hard under a long-term high-pressure life. So she hates Qiao Jinling even more. Why can she live a simple and worry-free life, while she is destined to be a rat in the gutter, never to see the light of day, and even a breath of fresh air is a luxury?
.
"Wang Xiaojiao, you don't need to know who I am. I just want to tell you that in fact, everyone's life is not easy. You can't ruin others just because of your own difficulties. Your mother is not good to you. It's her fault. This is not
Your fault."
Qiao Jinling even sympathized with the little girl in front of her. With such a father and mother, she never had a choice and lived with the hatred of adults all her life. She saved her father twice, and her hatred for Wang Xiaojiao also faded.
Every child comes into this world with no choice.
Some people are lucky enough to come to a family with loving parents, enjoy all kinds of pampering, fall into a honeypot, be surrounded by love, and have a pure and gentle temperament.
Some people unfortunately come into a chaotic family with no one to love them. They look for the little love left in a pile of broken glass and have a dark and unpleasant temperament.
The so-called reincarnation is a technical job, that's what I'm talking about.
"Hmph! What I hate the most is people like you who talk about big things. You know nothing, and you come to persuade others when you don't understand anything!"
Wang Xiaojiao was touched by Qiao Jinling's words, but she still stubbornly held her head high and refused to show any weakness.
"Do you have paper and pen?"
Qiao Jinling's words were still gentle. She saw through Wang Xiaojiao's fragility and was not as experienced as her. After experiencing so much, Qiao Jinling was much more mature than before.
"No! I don't have any!"
Wang Xiaojiao is still stubborn.
"There must be some in Xiaohua's schoolbag, otherwise why would you go to school?"
Qiao Jinling couldn't help but take out a pen and paper from her schoolbag, put it on the bluestone board and started writing.
Wang Xiaojiao was curious and tilted her head to see what was written. This girl behaved very strangely, but Wang Xiaojiao could feel that she meant no harm.
"Now, here you go, if your face becomes swollen in the future, you can use this method yourself."
Qiao Jinling stuffed pen and paper into Wang Xiaojiao's hands, which were dirty and thin, with only a layer of skin sticking to the bones.
"What is this? I don't want it."
Wang Xiaojiao wanted to retract her hand, but was a little reluctant. This girl's hand was soft and warm. No one had ever held her hand like this.