Quickly wear: The host is a frequent visitor to the rule of law column

Chapter 302 The development of the destiny heroine 22

Yan Xue brought the host home. Her parents are both serious and good people.

Mom and Dad asked the host to do his homework in the room, and they discussed something together outside.

From that day on, Yan Xue has been with the host for a long time. She will protect the host, teach her right and wrong, and stop her in places where her parents cannot take care of her.

But they finally parted.

Yan Xue's father is leaving here due to job transfer.

On the day they moved, the host didn't come out no matter how much her mother called.

33 looked at the host huddled in the room, heard the sound of the car starting and couldn't help but lean on the window to look.

The host is a coward. When faced with a reality she doesn't like, she chooses to escape.

But the world does not revolve around her and will not change based on her thoughts.

"Mom, if I tie up Sister Xue'er, will she not leave?"

In fact, what she wanted to say more was about breaking her leg.

Her mother had a free hand to pinch her cheek, "But Xiaoyou didn't do it."

The host half lowered his eyes and pouted unhappily, "Because that's wrong."

"Yes, you can't do that."

Mom replied in agreement.

The next day, the host went to school as usual, but this time she was alone again.

33 tried hard to keep up with her pace, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, everything seemed to have pressed the accelerator button.

It no longer chases, but stops and watches.

It saw that the host had new friends, but some of them were very bad and would laugh at the host behind his back.

It sees the host holding an unsatisfactory test paper and being laughed at by an unqualified teacher.

It saw the host grow up little by little from a little bean into a graceful young girl.

She still firmly believes in what her parents said, that the world is beautiful and fair.

Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil, and all evil will eventually be judged by justice.

Until that day comes.

That was obviously the most important day in the host's life, but that day was so ordinary.

Except for that rampaging car.

Even though Dad tried his best to dodge, he still inevitably hit him.

Those pictures seemed to appear in front of 33 frame by frame.

The car was hit against a pillar and the front of the car was flattened. Dad lost his breath on the spot.

The mother rushed over and protected the host tightly.

The host watched all this happen, and she was the only one who was awake.

Dad is dead and mom is in a coma.

The car deformed, and she was imprisoned in the deformed iron cage and her mother's arms.

Tick, tick.

Sticky blood dripped onto her body, and the strong smell of blood enveloped her.

The driver who caused the accident was long gone. She wanted to take out her mobile phone to call the police, but she couldn't move at all.

Time accelerated suddenly, as if the owner of the memory didn't want to face this scene at all.

But 33 is a system, it can clearly see those flashing images.

The host wrapped in gauze, holding his father's urn, quietly waited for his mother to wake up.

The arrogant murderer confuses right and wrong in just a few words.

The police, who have no regard for right and wrong, threaten the victims not to make matters worse.

The host moved, she ran, begged.

"We don't have to pursue it, but can we be compensated? My mother still needs money to treat her life."

33 looked at the host lowering his head, and the couple opposite smiled and threw a few red bills at her.

"Just think of it as buying you an urn."

It saw the host knocking on a relative's door, "Can you lend me some money? I will work to pay it back later."

The man said awkwardly, "How much does it cost?"

"lend me……"

"What are you borrowing? Don't you know how poor your family is?" The woman rushed out of the house and slammed the door.

It wandered into a temple with its host and knelt down in front of the aloof god.

"Please, please keep my mother safe."

But she couldn't even get out any incense money.

"Mom." Moyou held her mother's thin hand, tears rolling down her face, "Why can people be so bad?"

The only response she received was the beeping sound of the equipment.

She had no choice. Those people were neither willing to lose money nor let her raise money.

The help-seeking posts she posted online were blocked and the truth-clarification posts were deleted.

She borrowed money from everyone around her, but it was not enough. She borrowed money from loan sharks, sold her belongings, and finally sold her entire home.

But it's still not enough to sustain my mother's life.

"What else can I buy?"

She thought about it and contacted some family members of the patients she knew. If anyone was willing to spend money, she could buy all the organs in her body.

"Give me some money, I want to keep my mother."

But maybe her mother didn't want her to struggle like this, so when Moyou came back again dragging his tired body, she left forever.

"No way, she's not dead! She's not!"

"You are lying to me, you are all lying to me!"

The coward ran away, and ran back to the empty home, the home that soon no longer belonged to her.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

There was a loud knock on the door, and Mo You hugged his father's urn and talked to himself.

"Dad, mom won't die, right? You will protect her. People outside are lying to me. This is all false!"

"Don't worry, open the door! Take your mother's ashes away, you are so unlucky!" The mother's so-called relatives outside were shouting non-stop.

Moyou sat in the empty living room with the urn. There was nothing here, everything was sold to her.

"Little rabbit be good, open the door."

Her parents held her in their arms and taught her to sing this nursery rhyme.

"Open the door!!!"

The door lock was a little loose after being smashed. Moyou lowered his head and stroked the lines of the urn, humming softly.

"If you don't open it, I won't open it. Mom hasn't come back."

"Mom, you haven't come back yet..."

The door was finally knocked open, and they walked in and stuffed the hot potato-like urn into Moyou's hands.

Before leaving, they walked around and found that there was nothing to take, so they left cursing.

Mo You was holding two urns in a daze. Behind her was a photo of a family of three, in which they were smiling so brightly.

She just kept sitting like this, sleepless, like a lifeless sculpture.

Until he couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

"Meow!" The big orange cat licked her face. When she opened her eyes, she took a small mouthful of cat food and came over.

Seeing that she wasn't moving, it stretched out its claws and pushed the cat food.

"Mianmian..." Moyou stretched out her hand, and the orange cat obediently rubbed its head against her palm for the first time.

For so many days, she only cared about her mother and completely forgot that there was a living creature in the house.

Moyou struggled to get up and went to look for the cat food, but found that the cat food bag was already empty. There was a bite on the bottom of the bag, and there was not a single grain in it.

When did this happen?She realized she had no idea.