Seeing that her mother was about to teach someone a lesson, the clever An An grabbed her uncle's ear and said, "Mom, I didn't come out alone. My uncle is here with me."
The raised hair on the little head seemed to sense something like a radar, and Ningning followed her brother and said, "Yes, yes, it was our uncle who brought us out."
Song Jiayu: ...
Watching a play or taking the child back home, her choice...
"Ningning, mommy will hold you. Let your uncle hold your brother. Let's go and see if the little brother next door has been beaten by his mother."
Earlier, Yang Mei chased Zhu Jianguo for two blocks and caught him. She hit him twice on the buttocks with a bamboo stick and dragged him back home.
"Mom, why was my brother beaten?"
"Because that brother not only skipped school, but also beat up his classmates at school."
"Brother is bad, isn't he?"
"That brother did something wrong, so the mother beat him and took him to school."
“…”
On the way back, Song Jiayu patiently answered An An and Ning Ning's questions.
There are two children. An An is only two years old, but his IQ is incredibly high. Ning Ning is also two years old. His IQ is not as high as his brother, but he is very smart and has super accurate intuition.
After returning home, I just finished watching the excitement of the Zhu family next door, and then came the excitement of the Cao family next door.
It turned out that Duan Xiaolian had told Cao Quan, who had returned home, about Cao Chengcai hiding the scissors.
"I didn't hide the scissors! I didn't!"
"How dare you lie to me? I just found the scissors from our home under your pillow on the kang. Who are you trying to fool with those scissors?"
"You're wronging me! You're not talking about my dad! Ah!"
Cao Quan, who was furious, hit Cao Chengcai on the back with a belt.
"Woooooooooooooooooo...I want my mommy..."
As the child cried, Cao Quan came to his senses. Seeing the wounds on his son's body, he felt regretful. When he heard his son say he missed his mother, he also missed his gentle ex-wife. He had no choice but to say to Duan Xiaolian with an apologetic look: "This child is tough. After I beat him this time, he will never dare to hide scissors again. You have to take care of everything at home. Chengcai is still disobedient. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, Brother Quan. I, I, I want to have a child of my own. Is that okay?" Duan Xiaolian said, raising her head and staring at Cao Quan with her pitiful eyes.
But the man turned his head away and said apologetically to Duan Xiaolian, "I promised Chengcai's mother that I would only have Chengcai and Xue'er as my children. Besides, didn't you raise Xue'er since she was a child? She's your daughter too."
After hearing this, her pupils contracted, and Duan Xiaolian had many thoughts in her mind about the two children not dying with their poor mother.
But her face was still soft and weak, as if she was thinking about the family. She said, "Well, I have already regarded Chengcai and Xueer as my son and daughter. But I love you, Cao Quan, I want a child that belongs to us..."
Song Jiayu, who was "drying clothes" on the second-floor balcony: Damn, this is a silver-level white lotus!
Sure enough, we can’t draw conclusions too early.
After Song Jiayu turned around, she told her mother the details of how the two treated the child.
"No way!" Zhao Qiuqin was surprised, but believed what her daughter said.
"Anyway, I'm telling you this so you can be on the lookout for Duan Xiaolian next door. Don't let her trick you."
"Yeah, I understand." Zhao Qiuqin nodded.
In the evening, at the back of the Jiang family’s two-story building.
Two children who had been taught a lesson today got together to talk.
Little did they know that there was an eccentric adult who had been standing on the balcony for half an hour, listening intently to the two children talking.
"Chengcai, were you beaten by your biological father again?"
"Well, he's definitely not my real dad. He just said I hid a pair of scissors and beat me up!"
Zhu Jianguo: ...
"Has it never occurred to you that your father really found the scissors under your pillow on the kang?"
"But who wants to harm me?"
Zhu Jianguo gave up hope on his friend's stupidity and said, "Your sister is only five years old, of course she wouldn't have such thoughts. You only have Aunt Duan left at home."
"That woman would cry when she was scared by me, how dare she hurt me?" Cao Chengcai didn't think that a weak woman who always loved to cry would dare to hurt him.
"Do you have a pig's brain? Can't you see that every time your father beats you, it's because of something Aunt Duan said. This time it was the scissors, last time it was because some charcoal pieces disappeared from the house and he blamed you, and the time before that... do you need me to say more?"
Eight-year-old Cao Chengcai had his worldview shattered by a statement from his good brother.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I didn't realize it before, okay?" Zhu Jianguo admitted that he was not that smart.
"At noon, my stepmother took me to school. Although she forced me to apologize to those people, she also had a quarrel with their parents and asked them to apologize to me. My teacher said that some people are willing to care about you because they still have you in their hearts.
Although my stepmother scolds me every day, it's always because I skipped school. My teacher said I've gotten better in the past six months. Although I don't like my stepmother, I don't hate her either."
Someone on the balcony: Oh my... This kid is really weird...
However, sometimes you really can't just look at the surface.
On the surface, Duan Xiaolian is nice to Cao Chengcai, and she always cries when she is "bullied" by Cao Chengcai. But it is very strange that an adult would cry when being bullied by an eight-year-old child...
Yang Mei, who had been married for only half a year, always beat and scolded her child on the surface, but in fact she hoped that the child would become a real talent.
Next, the two brothers complained to each other and talked about how to fight Duan Xiaolian.
"If she lets my dad hit me again, I'll hit her!"
Cao Chengcai, who had said this, was slapped on the head by Zhu Jianguo. Zhu Jianguo pointed at the good-for-nothing and cursed, "How can you be so stupid? You hit her! If you hit her, Uncle Cao will beat you even more!"
"Then what should I do?" Cao Chengcai couldn't think of any good solution.
"When it came to that, you cried too, even more fiercely than Aunt Duan."
"But I cried when I was beaten, and I even called out to my mother!"
Cao Chengcai had an expression that said, "Look, I have brains."
This shattered Zhu Jianguo's idea. Could he just return the favor? Forget it. I really don't have that brain.
While the two kids were thinking hard, a white paper ball hit Cao Chengcai on the head.
"Who hit me!" Cao Chengcai stared around.
His good friend Zhu Jianguo had already picked up the paper ball and looked at it. There was only one sentence written inside - Please ask Grandma Cao to come over.
Yes, with Grandma Cao around, at least Chengcai won’t be beaten by his father.
She began to whisper in Cao Chengcai's ear.
Someone who does good deeds anonymously has walked down the balcony.
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