Super rich man system

In order to prevent these twelve girls from being fired by Zhang Xiaoyu for no reason, Ze Lan had to bite the bullet and help them, being Zhang Xiaoyu's assistant for each of them for a week.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaoyu quietly brought Jiaona, the fox fairy, to the modern city. Just like the last time she captured the memory of Wan Yao's sister paper, Jiaona used the same method to capture some valuable things in Zelan's mind. memories.

Zelan stood barefoot in the small river, lowered her head, quietly watching the jubilant river flow past her feet.The soles of her feet sank into the soft silt at the bottom of the river, and fine gray-white quicksand flowed between her toes.

This is Zelan when she was 12 years old. She was thin and tall, with short hair around her ears, fair skin, wearing a red dress, thin black eyebrows, big eyes, dark and sparkling. of.

The moonlight is like fine silver, the river water is shining with cold scales, a gust of evening wind blows, and Zelan, who is thinly dressed, shiveres. She really wants to put on those warm cloth shoes and go home, under the bright light. Enjoy a delicious hot dinner.

However, Zelan didn't dare, she had to stand in the creek until her mother, Wang Yun, called her home.

She is standing for punishment.

Those students who have poor academic performance, fall asleep in class, or are mischievous are often called by the teacher to stand at the door of the classroom as punishment.Zelan has never been punished for standing in school, and her academic performance is good enough.But back home, Zelan was always punished by her mother Wang Yun to stand in the river every now and then.

Zhang Xiaoyu wondered why such a well-behaved and beautiful little girl like Zelan was subjected to corporal punishment, and he opened another memory fragment.

Zelan was punished to stand in the early autumn of the first grade of elementary school.

That evening, Wang Yun was harvesting rice in the yard. The rice that had been drying on the concrete floor early in the morning had absorbed the abundant sunshine of the day, and each grain looked plump, golden and exuding a warm breath.Wang Yun squatted on the ground with a dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other, gathering the spread rice together.She has a plump figure, black hair like ink, and a pair of beautiful almond eyes, but her face is too pale, which is a kind of paleness that appears after excessive anger, like a piece of paper.

The young Zelan didn't know how to read words and feelings.After studying for a day, she was very hungry. She put down her schoolbag and ran to the kitchen. Seeing the cold pot and stove, she turned around and ran to the yard with a disappointed expression, and asked, "Mom, I'm hungry." , why haven't you made dinner yet?"

"Are you a starving ghost? You only know how to eat all day long. I'm busy. You don't have eyes?" Wang Yun didn't even raise her head, she was scolded angrily, and poked the aluminum dustpan in her hand on the concrete floor. On, there was a sharp and piercing "boom, boom, boom" sound.

Zeelan stood there, looking at her puzzled.

"Get out of the way, don't stick it here like a log, it will get in the way!" Wang Yun arched her body, dancing the broom in her hand neatly, and the messy rice gradually became a small regular pile.

Zeeland didn't move, so she picked up the broom and hit her daughter's legs.Ze Lan was extremely wronged, she didn't know what she did wrong, she stood there with a dazed expression.

Wang Yun felt that she was challenging her intentionally, and was so angry that she dropped the broom, grabbed her by the collar, and pushed her hard. Zelan was caught off guard, staggered, and almost fell on the concrete floor.

Standing still, two lines of tears flowed down Zelan's cheeks, she turned her head, sobbing softly.

Ze Lan's crying made Wang Yun even more irritable. She dropped the broom and dustpan in her hand, pointed at her, and cursed: "Are you going to die? What are you crying about?"

Zelan glanced at her with deer-like hurt eyes, curled her lips, and felt even more wronged. She couldn't hold back her emotions anymore, and burst into tears.

Wang Yun walked forward quickly, reaching out to pinch Zelan's ears, Zelan saw that the situation was not good, she turned sideways to hide, and ran out of the yard.Seeing that she dared to resist her, Wang Yun was so angry that she grabbed a bamboo stick from the corner of the wall, held it up high, and followed her all the way, cursing.

Zeelan somehow ran and ran to the small river.

Wang Yun held up a bamboo stick and gave chase.

Zelan ran along the river bank for a short distance. Seeing that he was about to be caught soon, he took off his shoes in a hurry, jumped from a high place on the river bank, and jumped into the middle of the river with a plop.

Standing on the bank, Wang Yun looked at the mille-soled cloth shoes on her feet, pointed at Zelan with a bamboo stick, and scolded her angrily: "Huh, you like jumping into the river, right? Okay, okay, then Just stand obediently for me until eight o'clock in the evening, if you are dishonest, see how I deal with you."

Then she turned around and went home. Before leaving, she did not forget to pick up the shoes Zelan left on the shore.

Standing in the river, Zelan felt a little fresh at first.The river water was not very deep, just below the ankle, like a soft and smooth little hand, gently stroking Zelan's feet, she felt very comfortable.After a long time, I became a little bored, squatting down for a while trying to catch a small river fish swimming by with its tail swinging, and picking up a beautiful pebble polished by the current at the bottom of the river.

But no matter what, she never dared to leave the small river.Wang Yun's threat still lingered in her ears, and she dared not do anything wrong.

If you are punished, just stand as a punishment, it is better than being beaten.

From then on, every time Wang Yun lost his temper, Zelan would be ordered to come to this small river to punish her.

This small river has always been a good friend of Zelan's. Every summer, she plays here. Together with her friends, she holds a small net bag to catch some small fish and shrimps. Little crabs crawled out in a panic. Some crabs were too small. After catching them, they played for a while and found it boring, so they threw them back into the river.This small river brought too much joy to her childhood.She loves this little river.She was even glad that this place could become her refuge from Wang Yun's wrath.

Zhang Xiaoyu frowned, and continued to open Zelan's next memory screen.

When she was nine years old, one winter evening, she didn't know what mistake she had made, and was pushed into the creek by her mother with a black face and punished to stand.

Although the small river in winter is not frozen, it is bitingly cold, like an ice cellar. Zelan stood there tremblingly, holding his body tightly. At first, there seemed to be tens of thousands of needles under his feet, pricking them densely. After standing for a while, The tingling disappeared, my feet started to tingle, and gradually, all sensations disappeared.

She lifted her right foot, hanging above the water, the sole of her foot was red and red, she looked at that foot curiously, feeling very strange, as if it was not a part of her body at all.

After a while, Zelan felt that his feet gradually warmed up, as if they were wrapped in a warm quilt, or roasted by a very hot brazier.The temperature is getting higher and higher, and the heat is coming from the feet, all the way up, and gradually spread throughout the body.The river water has also been heated, and the temperature is just right. She is bathing in the river water, feeling warm and comfortable all over her body.

The hot air kept rising, like a white curtain, covering Zelan. She saw her feet gradually disappearing, as if melting in the water, followed by her legs, torso, and head...

She was extremely surprised, and just about to shout out, it seemed that a beam of strong light fell from the sky above her head, and the world brightened up instantly, and then quickly darkened again.

At eight o'clock in the evening, seeing that Zelan hadn't come home, my mother thought that she had gone to visit some neighbor's house. After waiting for a while, she still didn't come back, so she finally became a little worried.At nine o'clock, she came out with a flashlight to look for it.When she came to the river and pushed aside the grass, she was surprised to see the thin Zelan, with her upper body leaning against the river bank and her lower body immersed in the river water, curled up like a kitten, unconscious.

That winter, Zelan lay at home for a whole month.Her feet were frostbitten and she couldn't walk on the ground. The mother's attitude was a little restrained, she stopped yelling at her, and no longer physically punished her, but she was still as indifferent as before, and she often rolled her eyes instead of talking to her.

From winter to spring, the jasmine flowers by the river bloom, and the soft branches are covered with green leaves and yellow flowers.Zelan's foot has almost healed, and she can go to school again. Thinking of going to school, Zelan feels extremely happy, and her mood is like a winter jasmine, gradually becoming colorful and bright.

At school, no one will punish her physically, and teachers and classmates can coexist peacefully with her, all thanks to Zelan's excellent academic performance.However, after class, Zelan is always depressed. She always feels that she is a little different from her classmates, and she doesn't know how to blend in with them. This feeling makes her very disappointed.

The mother never cared about her clothes, and she turned a blind eye to the torn and dirty clothes.Once, she was wearing a blue sweater to school, and the hem of the sweater was jumping, and a long woolen end was dragging outside. A naughty boy played a prank, and while she was not paying attention, he grabbed the end of the thread and pulled it hard. Pull, actually pulled out a long section of line.The sweater was completely ruined, and several boys teased her: "Like a beggar." The girls saw it and giggled.

Zelan felt extremely uncomfortable, but she still restrained herself vigorously. After returning home, she plucked up the courage to tell her mother about it, hoping to get her comfort, but her mother moved contemptuously after hearing it. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, you're just a little beggar."

Zelan walked back to the room silently, closed the door, her eyes drooping.

Since entering junior high school, Zelan started boarding and only went home every weekend.

Wang Yun no longer made her stand as a punishment, but the relationship between mother and child has not improved in any way.Zelan is still like air in the eyes of her mother, she never cares about her, never stays with her, and never pays attention to her emotions.Living under the same roof, sometimes not saying a word for a day.Ze Lan silently calculated in her heart that during the six years from the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school, the total number of words she and Wang Yun said did not exceed [-] sentences.

Zeilan grew up gradually.

Eighteen changes in the female college, Zelan gradually transformed from the ugly duckling back then into a beautiful white swan.

However, in the eyes of her mother Wang Yun, she was as worthless as ever, as if her existence was a mistake. Whenever others praised Zelan for being beautiful, her mother Wang Yun would always roll her eyes in disdain: "Girls! Looking good is not necessarily a good thing..."