A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

Baitao graduated from high school that year and worked outside for two years. When she came home during the Chinese New Year, her mother took her and had a heart-to-heart talk.

"Do you blame me for not letting you draw in the first place? If I asked you to draw and then let you study liberal arts, you would definitely have no problem taking two classes. The girl next door is the girl. You two were classmates at the time and your grades were about the same. .”

"How could I blame you? It's all over." Although Baitao felt very uncomfortable, it was all over.

"Really? Do you really not blame me?" Her mother carefully looked at her expression.

"Alas..." Mother sighed, just like every time.

"The main reason is that our family's conditions are really not good. We really can't afford to study art and we really can't afford to support you. The main reason is that your grades are not up to par. If your grades are good, it doesn't mean that we can't let you learn."

"But didn't you say that if I didn't get good grades, you would let me study art?"

Baitao's mood immediately rose.

"So you really blame me, what should you do? Then why don't you go back and re-study now, and I'll let you study liberal arts and painting, okay? You can go back now, and you can re-study anyway."

My mother cried as she spoke.

Baitao looked at her numbly and said nothing.

Later, she received another gift from her mother, which was a digital tablet.

She once indeed posted on WeChat that she wanted to buy a digital tablet and draw on the computer, but because she was short of money and had no time at work, she actually gave up long ago.

When she received the tablet, she was surprised and happy, and her mother also laughed.

But it turned out that I was waiting here.

Baitao probably knew why her mother related the house to painting.

Because the mother also knew that she had done something wrong. She knew that she should not force Baitao to study science, and she also knew that it might be a good path for her to pursue art.

But she refused to admit it, because there is nothing wrong with her parents. All parents in the world are wrong.

Therefore, as long as Baitao shows the slightest problem, as long as she dares to make the slightest request, she is taking advantage of the situation and resenting them for not letting her study liberal arts and painting in the first place.

They had all bought her a digital tablet and had made up for their mistakes back then, but she still didn't know what to do and made a request.

Baitao let out a sharp scream, and she pushed the woman in front of her violently.

"Get out! Get out!"

She was shaking all over and her voice was broken.

When her mother was pushed like this, she naturally became angry.

"What do you mean? I told you something, didn't you? Now I ask you to draw pictures, how could you do this?!"

No, it’s not about painting at all. What does it have to do with painting?
Baitao couldn't say anything. She jumped out of bed and pushed him out. Then she closed the door hard, but the door lock was broken.

So she could only press against the door.

The people outside the door were pushing hard. When my father heard the noise and came over, he also pushed hard.

The strength of an adult male was beyond what Baitao could withstand. Baitao staggered back and was pushed to the ground.

The father pointed at Baitao's nose with anger and cursed: "Are you mentally ill? I have long said that no one who learns to paint is normal. I think you are also sick. How dare you push your mother like this? You Look at what you look like now? Are you embarrassed?"

Shame?

It's embarrassing again. Ever since she was a child, they have been saying that she is embarrassing, saying that she has not earned face for them, saying that their faces are shameless when they see her!
They will spare no effort to belittle everything about her in front of outsiders, as if this will give them face.

Who is being embarrassed?

"Get out..." she murmured.

She had lost all her strength.

However, she was quickly picked up and her father slapped her.

The mother came to stop her while crying.

"Don't hit her, don't hit her, she didn't mean it!" "You are used to it. Let me tell you, she is like this, making troubles every day, she should have been slapped long ago, she should have been slapped long ago. If she talks a lot, she'll be fine!"

"Okay, stop talking, let's go, let's go! She's still young."

As the mother spoke, she took her father out, but the father was still roaring angrily.

"What's so small?! She can get married, but she's still young?! I get annoyed just looking at her like this. I guess she won't be able to get married, and she still wants a house in all her whims! How many years can she stay outside? , You are so wild, aren’t you! What conditions do you have for others and what conditions do you have for others? Do you still want to compete with others? "

Baitao stood on the ground in embarrassment. The floor tiles were cold and her feet quickly lost their warmth.

She lowered her head, her hair stuck to her face, and she finally came back to her senses until her feet felt pain from the ice.

She glanced around the room with numb eyes, saw the scissors on the table, and suddenly rushed forward and picked up the scissors.

She gestured at her wrist twice, but she still didn't have the courage to cut it off. When she wanted to put it down, she heard a scream.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to die?"

is the mother.

The father who heard the noise also came over again. They saw her outstretched wrist and the scissors she picked up, and their anger made them even more ferocious.

"You actually dare to want to die. You want to die after just saying a few words to you, right? Then go die. Let me see if you can die today?!"

The mother collapsed and came forward to snatch her scissors.

Baitao screamed and backed away, asking them to leave.

But they refused, and the words they said were even more unpleasant. She finally made a cut on her wrist with her trembling hands, but she actually didn't want to die, so she avoided the middle of her wrist.

"go out!"

The mother snatched her scissors.

"Okay, get out, I'm going out now!"

"Why are you stopping him? Let her die. Let me see if she dares to die!"

"Don't say a word!"

They finally left completely this time.

Baitao smiled miserably, sat on his seat, and looked numbly at the wound on his wrist in a daze.

The wound was not deep, and the blood flowed down the wrist and stopped after a while.

I don't know how much time passed, but Baitao finally managed to calm down.

She was about to go to bed and forget it, when her mother came in again.

He also held gauze and iodophor in his hand.

"Let me bandage your wound." Her mother's voice was soft and cautious, for fear of irritating her.

Baitao was silent, looking at her and carefully treating her wounds.

"Oh, your dad didn't mean to say that. We also know that he has wronged you, but how could you commit suicide?"

Her mother looked at her with a heartbroken expression.

"Do you know if you commit suicide, how many people will laugh at our family after this news gets out?"

Baitao just felt like falling into an ice cellar.

But she no longer had the strength to go crazy.

"Okay, I won't talk about you anymore. Just know it yourself. You can't be an unfilial person and die before us. We only have one child. What if you don't provide for us in old age?"

"Okay, go to sleep. Don't worry. I will fight with your father about the house. After all, you are the only daughter."