Inside the door is a down-and-out but very clean home.

There is a table in the middle of the living room, and there are handicrafts that have not been finished yet.

Lin Zhiming walked to the living room and looked around.

There are some certificates of awards and paintings drawn by children on the surrounding walls.

"Uncle, drink water." The little head named Zhao Wan'er handed Lin Zhiming a porcelain bowl, and water was poured into it.

"Thank you." Lin Zhiming smiled, reached out to take the water, then touched Zhao Wan'er's head and said, "Baby is so good."

Zhao Wan'er lowered her head, seemed a little embarrassed, and said nothing. She turned around and walked to the table, climbed up to the chair, and then lay on the table to draw.

Lin Zhiming drank the water from the bowl, then put it aside, got up and walked to Zhao Wan'er's side.

Zhao Wan'er is painting two people, one is a little girl and the other is a woman with long hair.

Obviously, one of these two people is her and the other is her mother.

"Why don't you draw your dad?" Lin Zhiming asked.

Zhao Wan'er shook her head, said nothing, and continued to doodle on the paper.

Lin Zhiming suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some bruises on Zhao Wan'er's neck.

Lin Zhiming reached out and grabbed Zhao Wan'er's collar and pulled it back slightly. He clearly saw that there were more bruises on Zhao Wan'er's back.

Lin Zhiming frowned slightly and said, "Do your father often hit you?"

Zhao Wan'er's body trembled slightly, and then said, "No."

Lin Zhiming sighed, walked to the side and turned on the fan.

The room is not very ventilated and it is really hot.

Zhao Wan'er glanced at Lin Zhiming and said, "Mom won't let the fan turn on, saying that the blower is not good."

"Then aren't you hot?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Hot." Zhao Wan'er nodded.

"If you are hot, just blow the fan, it's not an air conditioner. It's okay to blow a little fan." Lin Zhiming said.

Zhao Wan'er raised her head, looked at the fan rotating on her head, and closed her eyes comfortably.

A few seconds later, Zhao Wan'er got up and walked to Lin Zhiming's side, reached out to turn off the fan's switch.

"Don't blow anymore?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Yes." Zhao Wan'er nodded.

"Did your dad be at home last night?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Um."

"What did he say to your mother?" Lin Zhiming asked.

Zhao Wan'er shook her head, walked to the table, climbed onto the chair, and continued to lie on the table to draw.

Lin Zhiming looked at his watch and walked to the side to sit down.

Time passes by little by little.

"Have you eaten?" Lin Zhiming asked.

Zhao Wan'er shook her head.

Lin Zhiming stood up and walked into the kitchen.

His cooking skills are not very good, but he still knows how to cook instant noodles. There are still half a box of instant noodles in the kitchen. This is undoubtedly a time for Lin Zhiming to show off his cooking skills.

Lin Zhiming cooked instant noodles all night and added a poached egg.

He walked to Zhao Wan'er with instant noodles, put the instant noodles on the table and said, "Let's have dinner first."

Zhao Wan'er glanced at the noodles, then looked at Lin Zhiming, and said, "I'm going to wait for my mother to come back to eat."

"Your mother won't come back for the time being." Lin Zhiming said.

Zhao Wan'er was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "Mom, are you dead?"

"Do you know what death is?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"I don't know." Zhao Wan'er shook her head. For her, who was five years old, death is still a very ethereal word.

"Then why do you say she is dead?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Because last night my father kept asking my mother, why don't you die? Life in our family will be even better if you die." Zhao Wan'er said.

Hearing this, Lin Zhiming was silent.

"Mom also said, if you really want me to die, then I will die tomorrow. I will leave a lot of money for you and the baby." Zhao Wan'er said again.

Lin Zhiming was still silent, but he felt that he hadn't wanted to kill someone so much for a long time.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Zhao Wan'er asked in confusion.

"Die..." Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Wan'er and wanted to explain it with some of the words on TV, such as working in a distant place, but when he saw Zhao Wan'er's eyes, Lin Zhiming gave up his thoughts.

"Death means that the body disappears from this world, that is, you will never see this person again, and she will never return to you again." Lin Zhiming said.

Zhao Wan'er looked at Lin Zhiming in surprise.

A few seconds later, tears appeared in Zhao Wan'er's eyes.

"Can I never see my mother again?" Zhao Wan'er asked.

"Yes, forever, forever, in my life, it is impossible to see her again. She is dead. There is no such person as your mother in this world, no more." Lin Zhiming nodded.

"Oh..." Zhao Wan'er said lightly. After a few seconds, she said, "Then... can I go to the place where my mother goes if I die?"

Lin Zhiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Maybe it can."

Zhao Wan'er's eyes lit up after hearing this sentence.

"Then how can I die?" Zhao Wan'er asked excitedly.

"Death is a very painful thing. Before you die, you need to endure very, very great pain, very painful!" Lin Zhiming said.

"I'm not afraid. Every time my father hits me, it hurts, but I'm not afraid. I won't even cry!" Zhao Wan'er said proudly.

Lin Zhiming smiled, reached out to touch Zhao Wan'er's head, and said, "Uncle was lying to you just now. Even if you die, you will not see your mother. Not only that, you will not see your father, and you will not see any of you."

Zhao Wan'er frowned and looked at Lin Zhiming and said, "It's okay if you can't see your father, and it's okay if you can't see your friends, because everyone says I'm dirty and don't like playing with me. I just want to see my mother."

"I can't see it." Lin Zhiming shook his head and said.

"Then I will see it when I die." Zhao Wan'er said.

"You won't die." Lin Zhiming said.

"Why?" Zhao Wan'er asked.

"Because you are still young, you will not die if you are so young." Lin Zhiming said.

"Then how can I die?" Zhao Wan'er asked.

"When you grow up and grow big, you will die." Lin Zhiming said.

"It will take a long time!" Zhao Wan'er pouted and said aggrievedly.

"Yes, it will take a long time. If you want to grow up, you have to eat and eat this noodles quickly." Lin Zhiming said.

"Oh!" Zhao Wan'er nodded, feeling that Lin Zhiming's words made some sense, so she picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles made by Lin Zhiming.

Zhao Wan'er ate very seriously and quickly.

Many children of this age are still in the stage of being chased by parents to feed them, but Zhao Wan'er eats very well by herself, and she even knows how to hold the bowl with one hand, which is a habit that many adults may not have.

Lin Zhiming always remembers what his father said to him when he was a child, that he had to hold the bowl when he was eating, which was called grasping the job firmly.

Zhao Wan'er quickly finished eating a large bowl of noodles. After that, Zhao Wan'er jumped out of the chair with her bowls and chopsticks and walked into the kitchen.

She was very short and could not reach the stove at all, but this didn't help her. She moved a chair under the stove, then stepped on the chair, turned on the faucet with her small hands, and carefully cleaned the dishes and chopsticks.

"You can wash dishes?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Yes." Zhao Wan'er nodded and said, "I am my mother's little helper."

"So amazing!" Lin Zhiming praised with a smile.

After washing the dishes, Zhao Wan'er put them separately, and then took a rag to wipe the table.

Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Wan'er and felt that this girl didn't look like a five-year-old child at all. Many fifteen-year-old children didn't even have the ability to do things like her.

After doing all this, Zhao Wan'er climbed onto the chair and lay on the table to draw.

It seems that painting has become her only hobby.

"Don't you watch TV?" Lin Zhiming asked.

For children, TV is definitely the most attractive.

"I don't like to watch it." Zhao Wan'er shook her head.
To be continued...