Chapter 287: Breeding slowly in the dark

In Ilsa Huai ~ she was finally unable to go out to work when she was in the sixth month of pregnancy. The high-swollen belly made her pregnant woman ’s identity impossible to hide, and some recent national policy fluctuations made her work It's getting harder and harder to find.
Ilsa was lying on the bed ~, sighing and said, "Now is the time to use the reserve money."
This is indeed the case. Ilsa is no longer suitable for continuing to work, and because Elena has to take care of her mother, Ilsa, she ca n’t continue to work as before, and the two have lost their financial resources.
The money bag left when Ibode left was opened, and there were shiny silver coins, about seventy. Counting the five silver coins saved by Ilsa and Elena in the recent period, there are a total of 80 coins.
Although it seems a lot, but if you sit down and eat the sky, you ca n’t even hold it for five months.
Coupled with the recent priceless skyrocketing, Elena had to look for some simple work while taking care of her mother. Although she earned very little, the display on the bill would not always be zero income.
Facing Ilsa's apologetic look, Elena just shook her head: "You are my mother, I am your daughter."
At this time, Elena was only eight years old, an age that should have been carefree, running on the open ground with her peers, having fun playing and learning, but had to bear the burden that this age should not bear.
Sometimes while Elsa falls asleep at night, Elena will crawl up quietly and cut the wooden box in her hand by the moonlight. As a result, he fell to the ground directly because he was too tired, and didn't wake up until the sky was about to dawn.
After waking up, Irina looked at the surroundings, got up and set fire to prepare for the next day's breakfast, and then continued to cut the unfinished box in her hand.
The time to look at the sun seems to be getting less and less. Elena feels that she seems to have forgotten what the sun is like. She stays in the dim house every day and continues to repeat the work.
Sometimes Elena thinks of her very stern father, thinking that although he is very strict, living in him is not as difficult as it is now. But gradually, she found that she couldn't remember her father more and more. At the end, she only disappeared from the impression.
Puzzling, complaining, missing, suffering, bitter ... These emotions are mixed together, slowly fermented into hatred.
There is no reason to hate. Elena knows she should not hate, but this emotion slowly grows in the dark. Until the end, looking at her mother's delicate look, Jelena completely forgot everything she had with her father. All she left with her head was: when you need you most, the person who should be with your mother should be you. not me
Irina does not mind her hard work every day, does not mind taking care of her mother day and night, does not mind eating dry bread every day and so-called soup that is no different from water ...
But she minded, minded that her mother was always leaning against the window, minded that her mother was always suffering from hope and disappointment every day, she minded that the people her mother wanted to see were missing!
Most of her least seen is that her mother wiped her tears quietly, and was afraid of what she saw when she saw it.
Hate ... Even though she knew her hate was so unreasonable and impersonal, she still hated it.
The repressed life of the whole day constantly tests human nature, and the soul constantly breeds shadows in the dark. The accumulated negative emotions always need a vent channel, or sooner or later human nature will not be able to bear the burden and collapse.
Elena is no exception, this is not a process that can be controlled, whether you want it or not, it will happen.
Gradually, I don't know when, Elena also hated the unborn little life in her mother's arms.
If the mother is not pregnant, although the life is difficult, but still can barely survive, as a result of this unborn child, the family has become hopeless.
It would be nice if there was no such kid ...
Even, maybe because of this child, the father would leave because of this?
It would be nice if there was no such kid ...
Without this child ...
This idea continued to amplify in her mind until she became her main idea.
However, Elena did not think of anything before her mother. Although young, Elena can see that waiting for the birth of a small life in her belly has become the mother's only hope in life, and even has become the pillar of the mother's persistence.
Faintly, Jelena had a sour taste in her mouth.
No matter how intriguing the sour water in that mouth is, the day is still going to continue. The pockets in Elena's hands are getting less and less. Although she tried her best to stop them, she had to spend all of them. Always have to make concessions.
However, no matter how harshly she reduced her expenses, no matter how hard she worked, the milk and eggs given to Ilsa remained unchanged every day.
Is not for the child in the belly, but for the mother. Elena told herself this in her heart, and then silently nibbled the brown bread in her hand.
The mother who is lying on the bed ~ immobile always likes to tell herself what happened. At this time, Elena will gently put down the things in her hands and sit on the small bench and listen to her silently.
When I was a child, Ilsa ’s father, that is, when Irina ’s grandfather was still there. Later, when she lived with her mother, what small work did she do, buried her dead mother, and killed a wild wolf, I exchanged four silver coins, spent one, and left two hidden in the corner so far. I have n’t moved.
In these stories, Ilsa tells the most about being with his father, Eber, playing there, playing there, drinking the taste of wine for the first time, embracing together for the first time, ring ... ... at this time, Ilsa's eyes will burst out with different brilliance.
Jelena just listened silently, but her hatred towards her father became heavier. The mother loved her father so much, how much she hated it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ She knew that Ilsa said everything Romance, but these romances all turned into sharp blades at this time and hurt their mothers. The most uncomfortable thing for her is that even if the stabbing is full of holes, Ilsa still smiles and is happy.
It is sweet for two people to recall the past together, because they will create more beautiful memories together.
Silently recalled alone, even if there are too many listeners around, it is bitter. No matter how happy these memories are, they are just memories at this time, and the possibility of the future is lost. The happier, the more sad.
Because of one person, there are really only memories left.
"Mom, have you noticed that since you met your father, you have been talking about him, how soft he is, but forgetting how you are."
Finally, Elena couldn't help but flutter on the bed ~, and the whole person couldn't stop crying.
"It's nothing. I was originally just an ordinary little girl in this slum. I should have lived a normal life alone. I will combine with others at random in the future and give birth to my own children, and then continue to work until I die." Ilsa touched With Elena's head whispered:
"But after meeting your father, I experienced a different life, saw many things that I would never have seen at the end of my life, and saw a different landscape. This person who should have been a nobleman can see I am willing to stay with me for so long, and still treat me so well, which is really satisfying for me. "
Ilsa said a lot, but I did n’t understand it.
So she can only continue to cry.