After Rebirth, the Scum All Cry for Forgiveness

Meng Shixuan has been spoiled since she was a child. Others grew up with a golden spoon, but she grew up with Jinshan.

After birth, as the first daughter of the Zhong family, she was held on the cusp of her heart by her parents and spoiled to the sky. After a year and a half, the family gave birth to a younger brother for her.

Originally in another family, there might be siblings competing for favor, but in Zhong's family, Zhong Xiyou, a small jade-shaped ball, protected Meng Shixuan everywhere, treating this only elder sister as a treasure.

Meng Shixuan knew since she was a child that she was born in a family like Zhong's family and her friends all envied her, including her best friend Yu Sixue.

Yu Sixue's family is also good, but it's still far from the Zhong's. Every time at a banquet party, Master Yu fawns on Zhong's father and Zhong mother, and the little Yu Sixue looks at him, which is a bit embarrassing. It is obvious that she and Meng Shixuan are friends, but her parents seem to be lower than Zhong's parents. Class.

In this way, Meng Shixuan has been living a life like a little princess. She thought that this kind of life will never end. After all, Zhong's father is in his prime of life. When they reach adulthood, they will inherit the property to themselves, and they will inherit it. Chung’s company has been transformed from a daughter-in-law to a real strong woman, regardless of career or love.

The family also made her a marriage contract with Shi Zhitang. She liked Shi Zhitang and looked forward to this marriage.

However, she never expected that on the night of her twelfth birthday, she had a very chaotic dream. What happened in the dream, she didn't remember, but when she woke up, she was sweating and damp. Sticky.

What's wrong is--

She opened her eyes and was shocked. What's the matter? Was she moved somewhere secretly when she was sleeping? Why didn't she sleep on her big silk bed? The room was not a south-facing sun room with large French windows, but a simple room with only seven or eight square meters of palms, without any furniture, it looked like a room same?

But this decor...

Meng Shixuan sat up in a panic. The decoration style was clearly at Zhong's house. She woke up suddenly and quickly got out of bed. She found that her clothes had also changed. She clearly remembered that she was still wearing silk tassel pajamas before going to bed. It was her. One of my favorites, Zhong Mu bought her for her birthday last year.

But now, I was just an ordinary sling cotton pajamas, and it looked like a nanny's daughter.

She was so frightened that she pulled her slippers and ran outside.

Sure enough, she was still at Zhong's house, Meng Shixuan was relieved.

She found that she was sleeping on the first floor of the villa, where people usually sleep, what's going on? All this is simply incredible.

She was scared in her heart, and ran to the second floor hurriedly, trying to rush to Zhong's mother's arms and let her comfort herself.

The cheap slippers made "patter" and "patter" sounds on the ground, and soon awakened the other people in the room downstairs. Zhang Ma yawned and ran out of the room with a nervous glance. Meng Shixuan, who rushed to her, lowered her voice and said, "Meng Shixuan, what are you doing? Are you running upstairs in the middle of the night to disturb your wife?"

——Meng Shixuan? ? ?

"What do you call me?" Meng Shixuan couldn't believe it, and stared at Zhang Ma angrily: "You dare to speak to the eldest lady like this?"

Twelve-year-old Meng Shixuan is far less able to conceal her emotions than she did later. Coupled with being spoiled and grown up, she has a very arrogant temper at this time.

Madam Zhang is inexplicable: "Miss, you are the only one? Damn girl, what dream do you want, come down quickly."

Meng Shixuan was stunned, and Zhang Ma twisted her arm downstairs.

Another woman walked out of the room on the first floor. She looked a bit delicate and similar to herself. She looked at Meng Shixuan, whose arms were twisted by Zhang Ma, and hurriedly guarded Meng Shixuan behind her. The voice said: "Mother Zhang, what are you doing? Xuan Xuan should be sleepwalking. I will take her back."

Madam Zhang waved her hand irritably: "Go home quickly. Madam is willing to let you stay here for a while before you find the house. It's already a great kindness. Don't always make noise in the middle of the night."

Meng Shixuan's brain buzzed and she didn't understand what was going on. She glanced at Zhang Ma, who was usually flattering to herself, but at this time she was cold-faced with herself, and then glanced at this which looks somewhat similar to herself. , The woman named Meng Qian seemed to be struck by lightning, dumbfounded.

What is this nightmare?

Meng Qian was about to pull Meng Shixuan back to the room, but Meng Shixuan suddenly broke free of her, screaming in panic and ran upstairs.

"Mom--!" she shouted.

It was difficult for the Zhong family upstairs to hear such a big noise.

Father Zhong was exhausted from work during the day. At this time, he was awakened with a stomach fire. He turned over and waved his hand to ask Mother Zhong to solve it. Mother Zhong also put on her pajamas with a cold face, opened the door and went out.

She was holding her satin pajamas, standing high up at the door, looking at Meng Shixuan with that kind of nonsensical eyes: "Why, what is the noise in the middle of the night?"

"Mom." Meng Shixuan was so wronged that tears were streaming down, and she was about to rush over, when she was pushed aside by Zhong mother.

"What are you doing?" Mother Zhong was taken aback, staring at Meng Qian and Mother Zhang who rushed in, disgustingly said: "What's wrong with this girl in your family? Is she sick? When you go upstairs, you will rush on me and take it away. ."

Meng Qian didn't know what was wrong with her daughter tonight. She hurriedly dragged Meng Shixuan to go down. Both she and Meng Shixuan were foreign residents. Although the Zhong family paid her a high salary for her nanny, it could not solve the problem of Meng Shixuan's primary school entrance. For a while, she was busy running the relationship and had no time to rent a house, so she asked her wife to let her daughter sleep in the guest room for a while.

The wife is also a nice person, with a kind heart. She doesn't care about such trivial matters, so she agreed.

But who knows that Xuan Xuan is like a demon tonight. Not only does she deny herself, she also rushes on her wife, calling her mother, what kind of style is this? Must be disgusted by the wife.

She dragged Meng Shixuan downstairs, and Meng Shixuan started crying.

Suddenly, the room upstairs was opened, and a crisp and vague girl's voice sounded.

"What's wrong with mom, it's so noisy, I can't sleep."

Seeing her baby girl coming out barefoot, Zhong's mother felt distressed, so she squatted down and picked her up: "Youyou, how many times have you said not to be barefoot, why can't you remember."

"I can't sleep anymore." The girl lay on Zhong's mother's shoulder, muttering sleepily.

Mother Zhong hurriedly hugged the girl back to the room: "Mom will read you a bedside story to coax you to sleep."

With tears hanging on her eyelashes, Meng Shixuan looked up in a dazed manner, and saw the girl called "yoyo" by Zhong's mother. Her features are as delicate and similar to those of Zhong's when she was young, wearing pink clean and soft pajamas. The black hair draped long and softly on his shoulders, as if walking out of a fairy tale.

Her mind was blank.

What's going on here? Why did I wake up and become the nanny's daughter? !

And why, the pearl of the Zhong family has changed?

...

Meng Shixuan was in shock, disbelief, and panic, and she couldn't understand what was going on.

After Meng Qian sent her back to the room, she didn't leave either. Instead, she lifted the quilt, and fell on the bed lovingly with her, patted Meng Shixuan on the head, trying to calm her down and calm her down.

"Xuan Xuan, go to bed, get up and work tomorrow."

"What do you do?" Meng Shixuan was taken aback. She remembered that she would go to piano class tomorrow.

"Did you forget that tomorrow is the weekend? You helped me treat the lawn in the yard. It's all autumn, and there are a lot of fallen leaves. The wife said--"

Before she finished speaking, Meng Shixuan's face became very ugly: "I don't want it, why let me clean it?"

Meng Qian froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Well, if you don't want to, then stay in your room and read a book tomorrow, but don't just run out. The young master of the Zhong family is a little xenophobic and doesn't like you very much... "

Meng Shixuan didn't listen to what she was talking about at all. She only felt that the various cooking dishes on Meng Qian's body smelled unusually unpleasant. She couldn't help wrinkling her nose, distasteful under her eyes, and tried to push Meng Qian out of bed.

"Don't you sleep with me."

Meng Qian touched Meng Shixuan's forehead in wonder, and said, "Are you having a fever? You kid, how come you have become a different person."

Meng Shixuan shook Meng Qian's hand abruptly, with tears still on her face, she said in a panic: "I am not your daughter at all, I am the daughter of Mrs. Zhong Jiazhong, the daughter of the Zhong family, what happened to you? !"

Meng Qian sighed and felt that her daughter was simply dreaming, and her mind was confused: "Are you daydreaming again?"

At this time, she also became a little irritable. She took pains to pull Meng Shixuan to such a big age, but she was always dreaming of the dream of a wealthy daughter. Is it so good to be the daughter of the Zhong family? Is this worthy of herself?

She pressed Meng Shixuan back on the bed, tucked her quilt, turned and left: "I will call you up tomorrow morning."

After speaking, leave Meng Shixuan in the room alone.

Meng Shixuan pulled the quilt to her neck, looked at the shadow of the tree outside in fear, a twine in her mind.

With tears dripping from the corner of her eyes, she stared at the ceiling blankly. This was not her room. She couldn't sleep at all. The bed on her back was cold and hard, and her bones were burned.

Why did everything become like this? Where is she? Why did Zhong mother look so cold in her eyes? And why was my position replaced by another little girl?

Could it be that the life like a daughter-in-law that she spent at Zhong's house before was a dream?

No, no, it must be a nightmare now.

Meng Shixuan squeezed her face fiercely, and screamed out in pain, all this was not a dream!

...

Just like this, Meng Shixuan fell asleep, but she was still crying and convulsing in her dream.

She really hoped that the next day she opened her eyes and found that all this was a dream, and that she could become the daughter of the Zhong family.

But when she opened her eyes the next day, she discovered that she was still in this slap-sized room! Early in the morning, the door was knocked by Meng Qian before it was lighted, urging her to get up and go to the kitchen to help!

Where did she do this kind of rough work before? She hated the woman Meng Qian, she closed her eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep.

Meng Qian pushed the door in and found that Meng Shixuan was still asleep, and there was nothing she could do. After all, the child was still growing, and she was unable to give the child a good life as a mother, so she could not let the child sleep well.

She closed the door gently and went to the kitchen by herself.

It wasn't until the morning that Meng Shixuan heard someone coming down from upstairs and the familiar aroma of bread and cheese came from the restaurant, that she opened her eyes and got dressed and went out.

The clothes in the closet were all her size, but they were so plain that she dismissed it for a while and found a slightly less ugly skirt to wear.

At the table, the family of four was very harmonious. Zhong father was reading the newspaper with the newspaper as always, frowning, and Zhong's mother with a smile on her face. He put butter on his daughter and poured yogurt on his son, urging the two to eat quickly. , Grow up early.

The younger brother Zhong Xiyou was still a ten-year-old dumpling at this time, with a lot of flesh on his face, and the plump chubby hand stretched out, wanting to give his sister bread.

Meng Shixuan choked her breath, almost crying.

She saw that the little girl sitting next to Zhong Xiyou took a piece of bread for Zhong Xiyou very naturally, it should be her place!

But why, the scene in front of me is so harmonious and natural, as if it should be like this at all, this is reality, and the years when she was the eldest lady of the Zhong family, she was awkward as if she had imagined it herself.

Meng Shixuan still couldn't accept the reality. She rushed over and pulled Zhong Xiyou's hand: "Xiyou, don't you remember me? I am your sister."

Mother Zhong was shocked. She felt that the babysitter's child was a lunatic. He had made a fuss last night, but it happened again this morning.

She quickly stood up and rushed over, pulled Meng Shixuan away from Zhong Xiyou, and pushed Meng Shixuan: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Xiyou claims to be a little boy who is not afraid of the sky, but he is only ten years old now, and Meng Shixuan's rushing over is too abrupt. He was taken aback and couldn't help crying in panic: "Go away, don't touch I."

The scene suddenly became a mess.

Father Zhong was worried about the company's affairs, and heard his son quarrel, and the nanny daughter who suddenly rushed out was also unconscious. He glanced at Meng Shixuan, and said coldly to the mother Zhang on the side: "What about this child? Are you still here? Haven't you found Meng Qian's house yet?"

Mother Zhang hurriedly pulled Meng Shixuan away and said, "Sir, sorry, it was my mistake, I will take her out."

After calming her son, Zhong's mother hurried to see Zhong Youyou, touched Zhong Youyou's face, and was relieved to confirm that Zhong Youyou was not frightened.

Zhong Youyou sat calmly, mature like a little adult, and his dark eyes were very calm.

She took a piece of Zhong Xiyou's favorite watermelon to Zhong Xiyou, stuffed it into Zhong Xiyou's mouth, and ordered: "Don't cry."

Zhong Xiyou stared at her sister in a daze, holding the watermelon with her plump, fat hands, only then burst into laughter.

"Sister is the best." He leaned over and kissed Zhong Youyou "Ba Hag".

Meng Shixuan, who was dragged toward the gate of the villa, watched the scene in front of her, and she felt like the sky was spinning around. What was going on? Why is everything about her--no, is that everything about her? Is she just dreaming?

She felt dizzy and was forcibly dragged away by Zhang's mother.

And Meng Qian, who was still weeding outside the door, heard the movement in the living room and ran over in a panic. Seeing that it was Meng Shixuan's fault again, even if she loved her daughter any more, she was anxious and couldn't help but be cruel. She slapped Meng Shixuan on the back.

"What's the matter with your child? Why does it cause trouble again? I have to take you to the hospital today."

Meng Shixuan's brain is buzzing right now, where can I care about what Meng Qian said?

In this way, she was taken to the hospital by Meng Qian.

I checked it and found no fever or illness.

Meng Qian whispered in her heart, wondering what happened to her usually quiet daughter today? After such a trouble, the Zhong family was afraid that she would not let her stay there with herself anymore, so she had to find a house quickly.

Suddenly, after listening to Meng Qian's introduction, the physician on the side hesitated and suggested to Meng Qian: "Your daughter may have a problem here."

He pointed to his brain and said, "I suggest going to the psychiatric department."

Meng Qian was taken aback, and said, "Doctor, don't scare me, how is it possible? How could she have a brain problem when she is young?"

Meng Shixuan came back from her dizziness. Hearing such a sentence, she threw away Meng Qian's hand angrily: "My mind is fine!"

She wiped her tears and rushed outside the hospital.

Meng Qian had to chase outside, catch up with her, grabbed her, and said, "Sorry, Xuan Xuan, my mother is too rude and shouldn't hit you. It's okay. Today we will go to see the house."

"Look at the house?" Meng Shixuan was puzzled: "What is the house doing?"

"Move out of the Zhong's villa early, so as not to send someone under the fence." Meng Qian smiled, showing a bit of mother's love on her face, and wiped away tears from Meng Shixuan.

But Meng Shixuan shook her hand, as if watching some plague: "I won't go! Why, I won't go!"

She cried and squatted on the ground, covering her face.

Why on earth will everything become like this?