Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1920 A Diary of Misfortune

Mo Qianning also took out her self-written biography. Although it hadn't been published, she was willing to let me see it in advance. The first words were "Diary of a Bitter Life." I took it and glanced at it, and I understood the general meaning. My reading speed is now extremely fast, and my memory is much better than before, probably because of what I eat! I've been eating a lot of spiritual energy lately, which seems to be helping my body. Mo Qianning then asked me if I would like to hear her story. I nodded in agreement, and the story began. She said she was a time traveler who had starved to death on the streets. I asked her what her identity was before she traveled, and she recounted it in detail: "When I first traveled, I don't know how my memories gradually awakened. Actually, it was after I experienced many things. Before that, I was just a laborer. My dad treated me fairly well, and my mom usually dressed nicely. My dad earned a lot of money; he was a butcher, quite famous in our area. Not only a butcher, but also a veterinarian, he could treat any minor illness. My mom was poor when she was young, but she still loved to dress up. After she got married, she could only find work in that small town. If she couldn't work there, she had to stay home. My dad promised to support her for life, but he didn't live that long. There was no other way; he had to find another way. There was no one left in my dad's family; only my dad was left. So, when he passed away, I had to live alone. By then, I was already grown up, almost an adult." Years passed, and no one took the initiative to help me under these circumstances. After all, the older a girl gets, the more trouble she becomes, and now I couldn't get married. During this time, I didn't encounter any bad people, and I managed to get by step by step. A few years later, I learned that my mother had remarried, and I wanted to ask her for some money. But that's when I found out that my mother had gone to a very far place. When I got there, I already knew that my mother had two sons. That family had no idea that my mother had been married before. Unexpectedly, that family was even poorer than our previous family. My mother didn't get any benefits there; instead, she suffered and couldn't dress up as beautifully anymore. Helpless, I could only walk back alone. I don't actually hate my mother; after all, she had her reasons. It wasn't easy for her to raise me alone. She did take care of me for more than a year before I had to find another way. I can't stop people from pursuing happiness! Later, I felt that I couldn't work there anymore, and I thought that I had some old acquaintances in Northeast China, and maybe I could make a living there. However, the further I went, the more difficult it became. "The colder it gets, the less money I have for the train. I was just thinking of doing some odd jobs the next day to earn some fare. Last night, because it was so cold and I had nowhere to stay, I bought a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and tried to lean against the street for a while. I didn't expect to wake up. That's all I can remember about my experiences before I transmigrated." Zhou Chuyuan couldn't help but sigh and said, "It really is a diary of a miserable life! You were already miserable before you transmigrated. While we were still arguing about whether we were the eldest son or daughter, you were already suffering so much. There's nothing we can do. Actually, there are people here who are even more miserable than you. There's no comparison. Everyone suffers. There's no one who's the most miserable, only those who are more miserable. But things got better later. The family you met after you transmigrated was good, and later you even met a husband who treated you well." When Mo Qianning heard others say that her family was good and her husband was good, she smiled politely, but there was also a sense of loneliness behind her smile. I know that what she called happiness back then is now just a passing cloud. An author seems to have hastily drawn a period to her life, leaving it unfinished. If she could have written her own life story, perhaps the ending would have been different long ago. Mo Qianning later proved with her actions that her life was meaningful. I also reminded her that if she went to another world, her identity in this world would be erased, and there would be no difference between her being here and being dead. Mo Qianning agreed, but she was reluctant to leave her parents, brother, relatives, and friends. I thought about it and said that as long as we come back, we should give them a chance to meet. Actually, there is a way: to build a bridge in dreams so that they can meet. But that's a matter for the future. Mo Qianning also said that she could contact Shi Qianyu to take care of her parents here. When we can walk on the same path, it will be the time for family reunion. I also started to look forward to that day. When everyone walks on the same path, my family and I can finally enjoy a wonderful life together in peace.