The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

Chapter 261: Beauty is short-lived 2

Qingluo escaped from the beggars, but had nowhere to go. She struggled to survive in the city while searching for her brother.

However, a little girl of four or five years old has no special skills and cannot do heavy work.

All they could do was beg on the streets, suffer from hunger and have to be on guard against being bullied by others.

Later, an uncle came to her and said he would take her home. Qingluo didn't want to leave, she just wanted to find her brother.

However, the uncle told her that he knew where her brother was.

Qingluo followed him back to his hometown half-believing and half-doubting. As soon as she got home, the uncle's true colors were revealed.

There were many other children in his family, wearing tattered clothes, with broken hands and feet, and looking emaciated, their condition was even worse than Qingluo's.

The uncle locked Qingluo in the woodshed, where there were other half-grown children like her.

Qingluo then realized that the uncle was specifically trying to trick children into coming home and then deliberately crippling them in order to gain sympathy and get more money.

These children, all without families or relatives, have become numb to the pain and have lost even the thought of resistance.

Qingluo curled up in the corner, tears streaming down her face, hoping that her brother would come down from the sky and rescue her.

However, when he finally got there, he only saw a man break a child's hand with his own eyes.

He stuffed the child's mouth, causing him to roll his eyes in pain and unable to scream.

Qingluo was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat, and her tears turned into cold sweat.

She escaped with her last breath, tossed and turned, and fainted on the side of the road.

When she woke up again, she was picked up by the cook of a wealthy family in the city.

The cook looked to be in her forties and had a thin appearance.

The cook felt sorry for her and took her in. When she learned that Qingluo had no parents and no one to rely on, she said she would adopt her as a child bride.

Qingluo didn't know what a child bride was at that time. She only knew that although the cook had a bad temper, she could make sure she had enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear.

However, when Qingluo said she wanted to find her brother, he looked at her coldly and glared at her.

She often warned Qingluo: "Since you have eaten my food, you are a member of my family. From now on, you will be my son's daughter-in-law. Apart from my son, you are not allowed to think about other men."

The cook's son was eight years old. Because of a difficult birth, his brain was damaged and he was a little mentally retarded.

Qingluo doesn't know the difference between north and south, east and west. She doesn't look stupid, but she just doesn't like this little brother who bullies her and throws things at her for no reason.

But he was the cook's son, and the cook gave her food and clothes, so she could accept being beaten and scolded.

Days are always better than before.

But such good days did not last long.

Just one year later, the cook's little idiot son died in an accident after falling into a field.

The cook was very sad. She cried and cursed, and insulted Qingluo as a jinx.

Qingluo's good days were over, and she was once again beaten and scolded every day.

In the cold winter, I immersed my hands in cold water and scrubbed clothes, and my hands became eroded by the cold water.

She shrank back, not daring to cry or make a fuss, until the cook threw two copper coins at her.

"You stupid girl, I provide you with food and clothes, and you even learn to steal money, right? I'll beat you to death today." As she spoke, sticks as thick as her wrists fell like raindrops.

When the stick hit Qingluo, she could almost hear the thud-thud sound of the stick hitting her bones.

Qingluo was knocked unconscious, but the cook still didn't feel relieved and spat at her: "Bah, you unlucky star, you are so unlucky to have met me. Don't play dead in front of me."

"Splash!" A basin of cold water was poured over her head, soaking half of Qingluo's body.

Qingluo coughed and slowly woke up, then she heard the cook scolding, "Hurry up and wash my clothes! Don't try to be lazy."

After the cook finished speaking, she picked up the two copper coins on the ground. She came in angrily and left in angrily.

Qingluo wanted to explain that she didn't steal the money, but that the young lady in the mansion took pity on her and gave her two copper coins to buy some buns.

Qingluo wanted to eat buns, but she didn't spend the money. She wanted to save it. When she had enough, she would take the money to find her brother.

However, the cook did not give her any chance to explain.

But even if she explained, if the cook heard her say these words again, she would only beat her harder.

She blamed Qingluo for her son's accident. He was her only son, and her husband had gone to the army and never returned, leaving her with only this son in her memory.

Even though she was stupid, she never wanted to abandon him.

Now this thought is gone. Although this matter has nothing to do with Qingluo, she must impose her hatred on Qingluo.

Because she has to rely on this hatred to survive.

Qingluo lived like this for another half a year. Suddenly, the cook's husband came back. He was injured, with a lame leg and internal injuries.

The pension was not much, and the cook hugged her husband and burst into tears.

The person came back, and her thoughts came back.

But Qingluo didn't even have such a life.

The next day, the cook made two meat patties and, for the first time ever, gave them all to Qingluo.

Qingluo came to Baihua Tower, holding a meat pie in one hand and being led by the cook with the other.

Two taels is the value of green radish. The cook got it, and the green radish was left behind.

She wanted to chase him, but was held back. The madam looked her up and down with contempt and said, "You've lost weight, but your bones are in good shape. I hope you won't let me lose out."

Qingluo didn't understand what she was saying, but she had a feeling that this was not a good place.

She cried and begged the cook not to leave her, saying that she could do anything and that she ate very little, and she just begged her not to leave her.

Then until the cook disappeared, Qingluo didn't see her look back?

Qingluo was locked up in the woodshed, and the madam explained the rules to her: "From now on, you will belong to my Baihualou and make a living here. I only ask one thing, and that is to be obedient.

If you are obedient, then everyone will have a better life. If you are disobedient, then I will let you feel the taste of disobedience."

Qingluo lowered her eyebrows and looked submissive, her whole body trembling. The madam was very satisfied with her reaction.

She raised her hand and pinched Qingluo's chin, smiling charmingly: "Look at this face, I have never been wrong about it. Little girl, if you listen to me, you will have a good life in the future."

However, life in a brothel is not easy. Qingluo is young and not suitable for receiving customers, so she was arranged to serve others.

It also allowed her to see more dark sides of this world.

Life is full of suffering and beautiful women are often doomed to short lives. Qingluo has a hard time in Baihua Tower and has to understand some of the dirty things.

She saw the girl who was still alive yesterday, passed away overnight.

There are fierce souls who swear to die rather than obey, and there are also dejected people who accept their fate.

Qingluo lives in anxiety, she doesn't know what fate awaits her in the future.

Especially her increasingly graceful figure.

Although she was still thin, her stunningly beautiful face, which was just beginning to take shape, destined her to have an uneventful life.