Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 1553 Reunion in the New World (2)

Chapter 1553 Reunion in the New World ([-])

Finally, after several months of wandering in this new world.

She appeared in a small town in the south. It seemed that she had gradually adapted to the wandering life. She cut her hair very short, so short that people thought she was a boy. She mixed in with the teams heading south. Every time she passed through a small town, she would try her best to find out about her mother and brother, until she got here.

And the long-term wandering life has long made people unable to recognize her previous cute appearance.

But she was still motivating herself silently.

[Although life is full of hardships. 】

[But we must also work hard to survive. 】

These are things that girls of this age should not understand. Most of them are still with their fathers and mothers, either learning to read or playing around. Perhaps until they reach adulthood, they may not be able to understand them for a long time. Don't understand this.

It is precisely because of this.

She never gave up hope.

She wants to go home.

And where there are father and mother, that is home.

She continued to inquire and wander in this small town, trying to walk on the street as unnoticed as possible. She deliberately avoided those richly dressed gentlemen and ladies, because they would not show any mercy to you. You can get All he got was disgusted looks and disgust.

"daughter?!"

A familiar figure with a hint of surprise came from behind.

She stopped.

Those tiny rays of light were flowing in the pupils.

The voice called her name again.

Just on the crowded street, she used a lot of strength to turn her head. The lady in the gorgeous dress and long skirt was reflected in her pupils. She saw the familiar face of the woman. An expression of surprise and disbelief on his face.

She was wearing very expensive clothes, a long skirt with pleats and florals. Like all the ladies here, she became a dignified and middle-class lady.

She only recognized her when she saw the doll in her hand.

Because her hair has been cut short.

She has scars on her face.

She obviously never thought that she would be able to see her daughter, who had been away for more than a year, in this foreign town.

……

The memory picture ends at this moment.

It took Lin En a long time to come out of this journey that spanned nearly a year. It seemed that he and the girl were stumbling through the most unforgettable year of her life.

Linn's brows furrowed.

But even though I am suffering, even though I have been tortured by life repeatedly for nearly a year,

He could always feel the stubborn spirit of not bowing to fate from that girl.

In other words.

At that time, even if she was wandering, even if she experienced the death of Shirley and her puppy, she still had not lost the hope of living. Even if it was dark, she could still see the unquenchable glimmer of light in her heart.

He looked into the deepest part of his subconscious.

that moment.

He was stunned.

Because he still saw fragments of that memory.

But those memory fragments are like dim stars, hanging in the depths of the subconscious like a pool of stagnant water, floating without a glimmer of light, like a piece of eternal ice.

At that moment he suddenly realized.

Even after experiencing so much suffering and the death of friends before, those memories are still shining and unforgettable.

But those that followed, even the slightest glimmer of light was lost.

So what happened...

What else happened that made her truly lose hope for her future.

Lin En finally swam toward the obscure fragments again, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to explore the fragments of the last memory.

He wanted to know the real crux.

His doll lady...

hum-

That moment.

His hand touched the obscure and pitch-black fragment, and endless memories swept towards him once again.

……

It was a typical middle-class room in the New World, just like the one she often dreamed of, with soft sofas and cushions, a big fireplace, an unknown oil painting hanging on the wall, and a beautiful hanging on the windowsill. Flower buds, the walls outside are also covered with moss.

Her mother brought her to this big, warm house.

After they met on the street, her mother held her and cried for a long time, but for a long time, her mind was in a blank state, even when her mother held her hand and walked back. , she remained silent like a puppet without a human heart.

Her mother said many things to her.

Ask her about the origin of the scars on her face.

Ask her how she got here?

She hugged her and kept crying and apologizing.

She told her that mortgaging her to those lunatics at that time was the most regretful thing she had ever done in her life. She said she had no choice but to do so because she could no longer maintain even the most basic life, let alone pay it back. They have to take care of their two children to be fed.

She took out a lot of food for her to eat, gave her a hot bath, and after touching the stitched scars on her face, she couldn't help crying for a long time.

And she saw her brother again.

Compared with more than a year ago, he had obviously grown much taller. He had a little cowboy hat and a wooden gun. But when he saw her, his eyes were filled with both vigilance and disgust. , she saw him pull out the wooden gun from his arms, as if he wanted to shoot her like some kind of animal.

But she didn't know why this was happening.

She only feels ugly.

I scared him.

Because there was a deep, terrible scar on her face.

Finally, after her mother cried and said many, many words to her, she opened her mouth to her mother for the first time in that warm embrace.

"Mother."

That small voice made the woman sit there blankly for a long time.

Until she cupped her cheek tremblingly.

She heard her mother's voice.

"You can talk now..."

She nodded.

Her mother hugged her tightly again, excited and mixed with countless complicated emotions, and even at that moment she clearly felt the sting of the tight hug.

After more than a year of wandering, she finally opened her heart in front of her mother.

She told her mother all the experiences she still remembered.

From the underground factory, to the wandering and boating to the west, to how she searched for news about her mother in the New World step by step.

Her mother kept crying.

Especially after hearing her tell the origin of the scar, she hugged her tightly and couldn't help crying.

She asks if she will hold a grudge against her.

She said no.

Because her mother left her that doll, because her mother said she would find her again.

She remembered those words innocently.