Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

"...Well, um, don't worry, I will take good care of yourself." The woman said warmly, "You should also take good care of yourself, okay? Last time I heard Wu Sheng say that you stayed up all night again... I'm really uncomfortable. One day, I can come to the office to take care of you with soup in the open, just like..."

In the evening, the dusky sunset shone through the glass and slanted on the beige fabric sofa and the display cabinet beside it. In the display cabinet, dozens of dolls in different clothes were neatly arranged, the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, and there was silence.

There was only the soft voice of a woman in the living room. She always had a soft smile on her face, her voice was sweet, and she spoke well, as if she would never lose her temper.

"...Okay, you'll be busy first, good night."

There is a busy tone on the phone.

The woman sat on the sofa, she gently stroked her stomach, wondering what she was thinking. The moment she hung up the phone, the soft smile on her face was like the vaporization of dry ice, and it disappeared from her face in a matter of seconds.

"Hundreds of feet, go a step further." The woman said like she was talking to herself, "It's coming soon..."

Soon, she will be able to enter the house with the child in her womb, marry into a wealthy family, become a rich wife, and enter the upper class, and from then on...

Since then, she has achieved her dream since childhood.

Cen Sui closed her eyes. The living room was clearly silent, but the rain in her ears seemed to be still falling. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her childhood.

She was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket and stayed in the poor and rainy village. The only toy she had was the doll left to her by her mother who died early.

When Cen Sui was very young, her parents divorced. To be precise, it was her father who made a fortune and abandoned his bad wife. Her mother was an illiterate housewife who could not survive in the city, so she took Cen Sui back to her hometown in the countryside.

The village is rainy, poor and impoverished, and the mother is skillful in needlework and barely maintains the life of the orphans and widows. The two lived in poverty and poverty. Cen Sui went to elementary school in the town. The classmates in her class could afford the latest flip-top pencil case, and she could only use the rag bags sewed by her mother. The classmates in the class can wear princess dresses covered with tulle, but she can only pick up old clothes that her relatives don’t want to wear. A little girl, every day, she is wrapped in floral clothes that have been eliminated by middle-aged and elderly people. Funny and old-fashioned.

Misfits are always easily ridiculed, and the malice of children is more straightforward. In the days when he was always ridiculed, the only thing Cen Sui could be proud of was his good grades.

However, Double Percentage couldn't compare to the doll brought by the monitor. The squad leader was wearing a pink lace princess dress and looked like a doll. The doll she brought had long, curly eyelashes and blinking eyes made of glass beads. The squad leader led the most beautiful group of little girls in the class to play the house, the dolls were their daughters, and each beautiful little girl brought her own doll.

Cen Sui looked at them from a distance, full of envy. The little girl circle where the monitor is in is the best little girl circle, and being able to enter this little girl circle means being recognized as one of the best little girls.

At that time, Cen Sui was still very naive. She thought that entering a small circle was just a matter of a doll.

'I want dolls! ' she said to her mother.

Mother couldn't afford dolls, so Cen Sui quarreled with her in a cold war. My mother's health was not good, and she was so angry that she became ill.

A week later, when Cen Sui got up, her mother coughed and handed her a rag doll.

The doll was sewn by the mother herself, without blinking glazed eyes and long eyelashes, but with fine stitches and ample cotton. The rag doll also has a pair of big eyes sewn up, pigtails, and a red cotton jacket, like a rag doll version of Xiao Cen Sui.

Cen Sui happily rushed to the school with the doll. Holding the doll in her hand, she didn't expect her mother to cough more and more sharply, but felt as if she was holding a ticket to "enter the circle".

Thinking of this, Cen Sui squeezed her phone tightly and shook her head.

She was too naive back then.

Holding the doll, she was indeed "welcomed" by the small group. If it was Cen Sui who was standing here twenty years later, she should easily be able to spot the intentions of those little girls from the tacit smiles and the little gestures whispering. However, 7-year-old Cen Sui was too eager to please her - she didn't know anything about the malice that little girls who called themselves "superior people" could have toward her "poor".

Cen Sui took the doll and finally joined the little girls' game. The little girls said they wanted to play the game of the palace. Their daughter plays the beautiful and vicious princess, and Cen Sui's daughter plays the humble, tortured Cinderella.

'Cinderella is the protagonist! ' they said.

It's a great honor to play a leading role. The protagonist is kind, the protagonist is weak, and the protagonist is bullied by the vicious female supporting cast... The little girls' dolls are clean and sit on beautiful chairs, while Cen Sui's dolls need to do all the work that "Cinderella" needs to do, such as ...

Dust off.

'The doll is dirty again...cough, cough...' Her mother always said this, carefully repairing and cleaning the doll, 'Be careful next time. ’

'So long-winded, you! ’

Cen Sui was always impatient with her mother, screaming and yelling at every turn, but she was very careful with the little girls. Day by day, despite her mother's constant repairs, Cen Sui's rag doll is still getting more and more shabby and crumbling.

It was at this time that the little girls came up with a new way to play.

'Needle'.

'All the beautiful heroines in TV dramas are tortured like this. ’ The squad leader flashed his eyes, ‘Let’s try it too? ’

Cen Sui generously donated her rag doll. The game was in full swing, and she felt like she was once again "accepted" by the small circle at the top of the class.

Her mother was poor, cowardly, sickly, and worthless. However, being accepted by the small circle can bring her a great sense of satisfaction.

The dolls are getting worn out day by day. Every pinhole torn, every smudge from 'dusting', every scar that exposed cotton was filled with needles and threads, patch after patch. The rag doll's body was patched with patches, and the small circle that had begun to "accept" her seemed to have lost interest in playing doll games. The squad leader brought a glowing magic wand, and they played a new game.

Cen Sui also heard new rumors at this time.

‘Do you know why the squad leader and the others are playing with Cen Sui? In fact, that rag doll really looks like Cen Sui! ’

'A person like her deserves to play with us? She was the only one in the class who dragged on tuition and miscellaneous fees for two months and had no money to pay. My dad said that he had seen Cen Sui and her mother go to the office, bowing down to Lao Huang, kneeling down for more than a hundred dollars... '

'Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……'

'You are too much! ’ A short-haired girl, also from a single-parent family, came up with a butcher’s father. She was tall and big, like a tomboy, with a sturdy personality. The little girls avoided her all day, but no one dared to speak ill of her.

The girl caught up with Cen Sui on the way from school, holding the doll that Cen Sui threw into the trash can: 'Don't pay attention to them, they have a bad heart. your mother she...'

'none of your business? ! what do you know? ! ’ Instead, Cen Sui became fierce towards her, ‘It’s all my mother’s fault, if she wasn’t too poor, I…’

'What are you yelling at me for? ! Why don't you yell at those girls if you have the energy? ! Did I do you a favor and mess with you? ! ' The tomboy was also annoyed. Without waiting for Cen Sui's reply, she rudely stuffed the doll into her schoolbag: 'If you want to love it, get out of here! ’

After returning home, Cen Sui cried all night. She hated her mother who was obviously poor but had to take her away from her rich father. She hated those wealthy little girls who boasted of being noble and mocked her, but she didn't dare to hate them too much. In front of them, she always maintained a rather modest self-esteem. She hated the tomboy who brought the doll back to her—her thing, she threw it away, what's her business?

The rag doll was lying on the table. According to the usual practice, the mother who came back from get off work in the tailor shop would help her clean the rag doll while coughing. Cen Sui sat at home and hated many people, but this night, Cen Sui's mother did not come back.

It rained heavily that evening, and Cen Sui's mother rode a borrowed bicycle and turned into the river. It was originally a very shallow river, from which a healthy person could easily climb ashore. However, Cen Sui's mother had long been overworked by life, and in the end, she died in that river.

And Cen Sui finally got the rich father she dreamed of a month later.

Cen Sui's father was not particularly prosperous in the eyes of the world, just a small civil servant. Although he lacked sincere love for this sudden "responsibility", he also brought her a welcome gift from a father who had ignored his daughter for five years: a flip-top pencil case, a princess dress, a Barbie doll.

Barbie doll for more than 100 yuan!

Cen Sui hugged the Barbie doll and followed her father back to the city. Before leaving, she dressed in new clothes, used a Mickey Mouse schoolbag, and took a Barbie doll to class, showing off in front of the classmates in the town.

The squad leader's eyes made her feel a strong raised eyebrows. At that moment, she realized that the squad leader was not that beautiful. She is much prettier than the squad leader in a princess dress.

Only the tomboy in the class didn't look at her. Cen Sui was very upset, and after thinking about it, she felt that she had nothing to regret.

Cen Sui didn't have many things, and a small box could fit it. Her father didn't pay much attention to cleaning her up, and took the rag doll in as well. When Cen Sui and her luggage arrived at her father's house, they were first baptized by their stepmother. Her half-sister hid behind the stepmother and looked at the unfamiliar sister's suitcase.

'It's so dirty. ' the little sister said in a milky voice.

Her sigh came from that dirty rag doll. The stepmother frowned and looked at the new little girl in front of her. Even though she didn't like this child who was not her own, she tried her best to maintain a little politeness: 'This is your toy? ’

'not mine. ' Cen Sui, who was wearing new clothes, said quickly, 'I don't know where it came from. ’

The rag doll is thrown into the trash, along with the past it represents. After that day, the former girl only had the ambition to cling to the powerful and to be among the upper class.

With this ambition, she changed from a girl with muddy soles to a doll designer who can wear white shoes and walk on clean streets. Childhood experiences did influence her employment choices, and she was obsessed with designing beautiful dolls as a kind of compensation for her childhood self.

She is so gentle and soft in everyone's eyes, who is good at observing words and expressions. The girl who used to yell at tomboys on the way from school seems to have disappeared. Only Sui Cen knows that she is always alive in her heart, and she rejoices every time she gets closer to her goal of "success". After learning that the customer who has a good impression of her is actually the president of a medium-sized company, the little girl hidden in her heart even screamed in surprise.

And now... Cen Sui is stroking her belly. With this child, she can marry President Li and be the real Mrs. Li.

For the child in her womb, she has no maternal love, but only uses it as a negotiating tool. Cen Sui thought about it, but the picture of her mother when she gave birth to her appeared in her mind.

"...I'm not that kind of stupid woman." She shook her head covertly, keeping herself from thinking about it.

Cen Sui stood up from the sofa, her room was already covered with traces of mud and water, but she seemed to be invisible and unaware of it. Seeing her stand up, the little girl who was curled up beside the sofa also stood up.

She still stared at the woman's belly, with a weird smile on her face.

... give birth, give birth soon.

...Mom, let me see you.

……I.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the door.

Cen Sui shook her head. For some reason, she always felt that her consciousness was a little vague. At the same time, a familiar voice came from the door.

"Hello, I'm property management." Lin Huai's voice sounded from the door, "Check the water meter."