I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 32 Someone is coming [Additional update]

Feng Yuan stopped joking, stood up and said, "I'm going to offend you, so I'll leave first."

After Feng Yuan left the door, Mu Wanwan seriously thought about this problem, but she fell asleep without thinking about the results.

"Your girl's dream is very interesting, but it has nothing in common with this world."

Mu Wanwan was at Kongjie's home at this time. When she heard this, she quickly looked towards the source of the sound.

"Who are you?"

The voice that sounded like an old man's voice sounded again, but it was not in answer to Mu Wanwan's question.

"Eh! Your life is really miserable. No wonder you want to die. Even if I look at it, I will scream in agony."

Mu Wanwan asked again.

"Who are you!"

The man kept talking: "You actually still have sealed memories here. What's even more interesting is that there is such a perfect way to seal memories in this world. You have too many painful memories, I want to use that

What about a paragraph to weave dreams for you? It’s really sad.”

Hearing this, Mu Wanwan still didn't understand. They took all precautions, but the nightmare still came in.

Even if they came in, none of them would notice it.

"Since you don't know which section to pick, why not just start from the beginning. It's miserable enough anyway, and your purpose of torturing people can be easily achieved."

The nightmare smiled: "You are really interesting. But I am a nightmare, and there are many ways to torture you. I don't want to use this superficial method."

Mu Wanwan also smiled: "Then just follow your own temper."

"It's hard to refuse such kindness, I wish you sweet dreams."

After saying that, Mu Wanwan didn't hear the nightmare's voice again.

Instead, someone was opening the door to his own house.

The woman who pushed in the door had mostly gray hair and deeper wrinkles.

"mom."

She called out, and then the woman realized there was someone in the house.

"Wanwan. Wanwan, it would be easier if you were here."

Seeing the woman's anxious expression, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said: "What's wrong, Mom? What happened?"

The woman squeezed Mu Wanwan's hand, and Mu Wanwan could even feel how tight the squeeze was on her hand.

"Wanwan, your father has no money. He can't afford to eat in the past two days, so you can transfer some to him! The money my mother earns still needs to be provided to my brother, but there is really no money left."

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and looked at the familiar black short-sleeved shirt she was wearing, and suddenly remembered that this was what she often wore during her internship at university.

This is when she is about to graduate.

At that time, her depression relapsed, and the school atmosphere made her breathless, so she moved out early.

This house was also rented with the money saved at that time.

She only told her mother and gave her the key.

The original intention was that her mother could visit her often, but the first time she came was to borrow money for her father.

But what kind of money did she have at that time? She almost spent it on renting a house, and her salary hadn't been paid yet.

"Mom, it's not that I don't give it to you, it's that I really don't have any anymore."

The woman stood up, looked at Mu Wanwan and said, "Then I'll go back first."

Mu Wanwan sent her out, but saw her mother hesitantly turning her head: "No matter what, he will always be your father."

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I know."

After closing the door, she sat on the ground weakly.

She refrained from crying, took out her cell phone from her trouser pocket and transferred 500 yuan to her father.

Looking at the words "two hundred" on her mobile phone, Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly.

It seems to always be like this. When she tells her mother that she is not short of money, her mother really feels that she is not short of money. It is obvious that he is here to lighten her burden.

But every time, she is the one who bears the consequences in the end.

She sympathized with her mother and pitied her mother, so she responded to her mother's requests.

But this also became the source of my own emotional depression.

Obviously there are many things that she can ignore.

But her mother was like a chain, trapping her in the most desperate place and saying that she didn't do enough.

"How pitiful."

The voice of the nightmare came.

The next second the scene unfolded, it turned out to be at the entrance of the graduation ceremony auditorium.

Mu Wanwan was sitting on the ground, her wrist seemed to be pulled. She looked up and saw that it was her mother who was dragging her. Her brother was playing enthusiastically with his mobile phone at the side, as if he was being watched and pointed by everyone.

The person you clicked is not your biological sister.

She was still confused when the words from her mother's mouth penetrated her eardrums and came to her.

"This is the good daughter I raised. It doesn't matter if she doesn't help her brother, and neither does my father."

"mom?"

Mu Wanwan spoke in confusion, but her mother continued as if she hadn't heard.

"That's her father. He works under the sun every day to send her to college, but he really doesn't help at all."

"I asked her for hundreds of yuan in living expenses and she didn't even give her."

"I gave it." Mu Wanwan retorted subconsciously.

But what he got in exchange was louder accusations from his mother and more enthusiastic abuse from the people around him.

"I don't."

She found that she couldn't make a sound, and no matter how loud she shouted, there was no sound.

She started crying and going crazy, but no one cared.

What they care about is the person their mother tells them about themselves.

So unfilial to myself.

They didn't understand how someone could be reluctant to part with a few hundred dollars, and they didn't understand why they hated their father so much. They didn't even know that even though they hated him so much, they still gave it to him.

Leave more than you have for yourself.

But now she can't defend herself.

Her chest was choked with air and tears were streaming down her face. Mu Wanwan grabbed her chest and beat it hard, but it had no effect.

Painful and suffocating.

The moment before she fainted, she saw the smiling man through the crowd.

She was extremely convinced that it was a nightmare, and she was extremely convinced that it was just a dream. But she was also extremely convinced that if her father really asked her mother, what just happened would really happen.

With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanwan was led by the nightmare to the next dream.

There was a smile on her lips: "Look, what makes her most sad is not the dream itself, but the fact that the person she trusts the most would actually do that."

This is why she can feel the same way as Song Zhujun.

When he settled down again, Mu Wanwan felt himself shaken.

It's white again, it's a towering tree again, it's petals falling again, it's the same man and himself again.

Just when I wanted to look again, the spiritual platform suddenly became clear.

Mu Wanwan slowly opened her eyes and touched her pillow which was soaked with tears.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that his room was full of people.

Among the people, a white-haired old man in simple clothes was looking at her softly.

"This is Patriarch Lingshan. You were trapped by the Nightmare's clone just now. He woke you up."

Su Hu saw Mu Wanwan staring at Patriarch Lingshan and opened his mouth to help.

Mu Wanwan looked at the dark spots on the old man's ravaged face, and then at the clear eyes under the old man's soft eyelids, and said, "I have met Patriarch Lingshan."

The old man nodded, nodded to Feng Yuan, and walked out.

(End of chapter)