The quarrel between Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai intensified because they returned to their private space and threw away all their reserve to vent the worst accusations and complaints towards the person who was once the closest to them.
When Ning Hai slapped Ning Qiaozhen in the face with his first palm, the crisp sound made the noisy air stop abruptly.
Ning Qiaozhen was shocked and then suddenly burst into resentment. She lost her mind and screamed and kicked Ning Hai, and Ning Hai even raised his hands high again in anger.
Wan Qiu, who had been silent and outside the quarrel, suddenly stepped forward. He stood on tiptoe and tried to hold down Ning Hai's hand: "Dad..."
However, Wan Qiu, who was underdeveloped and too light, only added fuel to the fire with his weak resistance.
Ning Hai swung his hand and pushed Wan Qiu aside fiercely. Wan Qiu stepped on the fruit and couldn't keep his balance. His back and the back of his head hit the wall, making a dull sound.
The scene was very chaotic.
Chu Yigui leaned against the closet, listening to everything that happened outside with a calm expression.
He could only hear a noisy sound but couldn't be sure what was going on.
Chu Yigui also understood that Wan Qiu locked him up here to avoid being implicated.
Too fast.
Wan Qiu reacted too quickly to hide him.
Wan Qiu has a low IQ and is slow to react. He cannot quickly understand the current situation, and even has to speak softly and slowly in order for others to understand.
However, Wan Qiu reacted extremely quickly when faced with his parents' quarrel.
It's almost like a reflex.
This is enough to prove how many similar things Wan Qiu has experienced in this family.
At this time, Wan Qiu's first reaction was to protect him.
Chu Yigui did not act rashly and curled up safely in the closet.
The look in Wan Qiu's eyes when he closed the closet door appeared in front of him.
Worried, apologetic...
He seemed to be protected by his brother.
The quarrel lasted for a long time, and Chu Yigui listened quietly.
Until Ning Hai slammed the door and left in anger, Ning Qiaozhen kept crying, her shrill cry sounded like she had suffered all kinds of injustices in the world.
During this time, Chu Yigui could not hear any voice from Wan Qiu.
Chu Yigui waited for a long time, and his legs were curled up so hard that they were numb.
Finally, he heard the rustling sound of Wan Qiu returning to the bedroom.
The door of the closet was opened, and the light from the opposite floor shining in from the window was shining in. The sky had changed from the still bright afternoon to the darkness of night.
In the darkness, the first thing that wafted over was a faint smell of blood.
Chu Yigui closed his eyes and adjusted to the light.
He raised his eyes and looked at Wan Qiu.
Below Wan Qiu's beautiful eyes, half of his face was covered with dried blood that had never been washed away.
The blood has already coagulated, the wound should not be deep, but the bleeding is a bit too much.
Wan Qiu once again made a gesture to silence.
Chu Yigui looked at those eyes. Even though the wound was so glaring, the pain must have been attacking him all the time, but Wan Qiu's eyes were always clear.
There is no hatred or resentment in it.
Wan Qiu held his hand, the hand that was not stained with blood.
Carefully, Wan Qiu took him to the entrance and placed Chu Yigui's shoes on the ground.
Wan Qiu bent down, lifted Chu Yigui's legs, and even put on Chu Yigui's shoes for him personally.
Chu Yigui had a complicated expression. The thin child treated his friend with care in the dim and messy room. I'm afraid Wan Qiu didn't know that this was called humility.
Wan Qiu opened the door very quietly, obviously so as not to disturb Ning Qiaozhen, who had her bedroom door closed and was probably already asleep.
After crossing the threshold of the security door, Chu Yigui looked back at Wan Qiu.
The small body, standing in the darkness in the huge door frame, seemed to be separated from a world of sadness.
Wan Qiu approached Chu Yigui and stood on tiptoe. Chu Yigui bent down obediently.
Wan Qiu leaned close to his ear and told him in a weak voice, "I'm sorry."
Something was placed in Chu Yigui's hand.
Chu Yigui looked down, but couldn't see clearly in the darkness.
But Wan Qiu closed the door slowly and gently in front of him, without activating the voice-controlled lights in the corridor.
Chu Yigui stroked the cold object in his hand and put it to his nose to smell it.
A clear and sweet aroma wafted into his nose, and in his hand was a whole, undamaged mango.
Wan Qiu gave him a sweet thing in a bitter world.
Chu Yigui held the mango, lowered his eyes, turned around and went downstairs.
He was unable to entertain his friends today.
Wan Qiu curled up on his bed. After sending Chu Yigui away from home, he felt that his body seemed particularly tired.
Even though I was very tired, I still groped my way in the dark and cleaned up everything on the ground.
A sweet fruity scent was left on his hands. Wan Qiu sniffed it carefully and thought of Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu.
He had already washed his face secretly, and even though he was used to the smell of blood, he didn't want to dirty his bed sheets.
Wan Qiu leaned on the bed sheets and smelled a familiar scent.
It’s not his, it’s Chu Yigui’s.
Chu Yigui had been sleeping in his bed all this time, and his scent was still on his bed.
Wan Qiu sat up, ran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and quietly washed himself again before returning to the room.
Late at night, Wan Qiu fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was still the familiar time.
Wan Qiu sat up and went to look at the bedroom. The door was closed. If his mother had come out, it would definitely be open.
Wan Qiu washed his hands, made breakfast, millet porridge, heated up steamed buns, stir-fried vegetables, and also picked out his favorite fruits, cut them into small pieces one by one, and placed them next to the breakfast.
After finishing, Wan Qiu went to the bathroom to wash up and looked at his back in the mirror.
When I was cooking, I felt pain in my back and found that it was bruised.
Wan Qiu touched the back of his head and at least there was no swelling.
Accustomed to such injuries, Wan Qiu sat back at the dining table and waited.
As time passed, the fruit on the table changed color.
An hour and a half later, Wan Qiu heard Ning Qiaozhen making a phone call in the room.
Wan Qiu immediately went to reheat the steamed buns and rice porridge.
After looking at the fruit, Wan Qiu placed it on his table and cut another portion for Ning Qiaozhen.
Ning Qiaozhen finally came out of the room, talking on the phone to the person on the other end while simply washing up.
Her eyes were red from crying and she didn't even have the mind to put on makeup.
From beginning to end, Wan Qiu, who was standing aside, never received a single glance from Ning Qiaozhen.
Wan Qiu stood at the door, watching Ning Qiaozhen put on her shoes, open the door, and close the door.
He stood there, as if transparent in the sunlight that was no longer morning.
Wan Qiu returned to the dining table, finished his own breakfast, put the rest in the refrigerator, and cleaned up the kitchen.
I went to my parents’ bedroom to tidy up the room.
However, the next second, the sound of the door being unlocked was heard. Wan Qiu subconsciously took two quick steps out of the bedroom and looked at the security door.
Ning Hai is back.
Ning Hai's face was gloomy and his eyes were fierce. He glanced at Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu immediately stood aside quietly.
Ning Hai came back today and seemed to have no interest in talking to Wan Qiu. He started searching the entire house.
"Dad." Wan Qiu stood behind Ning Hai, "What are you looking for?"
Wan Qiu knows the things at home best and he can help.
"Shut up and get out of here."
Seeing Ning Hai's impatience, Wan Qiu could only stand quietly aside.
Wan Qiu looked at his tidy house turned into a mess.
Wan Qiu saw Ning Hai put a lot of things into his bag, such as a cell phone and Ning Qiaozhen's jewelry box.
Finally, Wan Qiu saw Ning Hai go to his bedroom and turn over his mattress.
Wan Qiu slowly opened his eyes and watched Ning Hai put all the money he had saved into his bag.
"Can you pick up so much money by picking up garbage?" Ning Hai glanced at Wan Qiu suspiciously. There were a lot of big bills in Wan Qiu's money, and Ning Hai was also surprised.
Ning Hai is gone.
He turned the house into a mess and took Wan Qiu's money.
The sound of the door closing could be clearly heard.
All that was left for Wan Qiu was a quiet and extremely messy home, which he had to tidy up again.
Wan Qiu wanted to clean up the house as soon as possible, so he needed to go out and pick up the trash.
There was not enough money for dinner and breakfast at home. Dad took all his money, and if Mom didn't come back with the food, Mom and Dad would have nothing to eat in the evening.
Wan Qiu sorted everything out, quickly picked up his small bag and cart, and trotted out to pick up the trash.
"Wan Qiu." Yang Xiaoyu stood in front of Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu raised his head, and the scratched and scabbed scars on his cheeks were very obvious in the sunlight.
Yang Xiaoyu's worries came true this time.
Wan Qiu was beaten again.
Why didn’t Chu Yigui tell them anything?
The scar was not very obvious, but it was clearly left on his face. Yang Xiaoyu still felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly bear it.
Wan Qiu knew that Yang Xiaoyu was unhappy.
Standing there, Wan Qiu looked up and said worriedly, "Mom, I have something important to do today..."
Could you not hit me so hard?
If it hurts too much, he will be tired when running.
Yang Xiaoyu's hand, which was originally intended to touch Wan Qiu, stopped in the air. Looking at the child in front of him, he was like an ice cube that was destroyed from the inside and would shatter immediately even if not touched.
Wan Qiu closed his eyes, and the expected pain did not come.
He opened his eyes and saw "unhappiness" on Yang Xiaoyu's face.
But this kind of "unhappiness" will not bring him pain, just like his friends.
"Thank you, Mom." Wan Qiu took a step back and left Yang Xiaoyu's side.
Thank you? Why thank you? However, before Yang Xiaoyu could ask, Wan Qiu was already anxious to leave her side.
"Wait, where are you going?" Yang Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed Wan Qiu's arm.
The bruises on Wan Qiu's back stimulated the pain. He pursed his lips to endure the pain and said, "I have to go make money."
Yang Xiaoyu frowned: "Where is the money I gave you?"
Wan Qiu replied: "My father took it away."
Wan Qiu was very calm. Even if the money he had worked hard to earn was taken away, as long as it was his father, Wan Qiu thought it was normal.
Yang Xiaoyu's fingers stroked Shang Wanqiu's injured cheek.
Her fingers were trembling.
Her beautiful child didn't care at all about the scars on his face, even though the scars and redness made him look miserable.
"Didn't mom tell me? If you stay with me, I'll give you money." Yang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Stay with me more, okay?"
Wan Qiu looked at Yang Xiaoyu's expression, observing and watching.
Yang Xiaoyu knew it, but her desire for Wan Qiu to be by her side was real, and Wan Qiu would definitely understand.
"Okay, Mom." Wan Qiu agreed.
Wan Qiu never refused anything she wanted to do, except going home with her.
Yang Xiaoyu called Chu Jianshu and took Wan Qiu to the hospital again.
Yang Xiaoyu attaches great importance to beauty, and she cannot let Wan Qiu have any scars on his face.
She also hoped to see Wan Qiu grow fat and handsome.
Wan Qiu followed Yang Xiaoyu obediently to the hospital, where he met Chu Jianshu again.
It was the doctor I saw last time who gave him medicine.
"Are there any other injuries?" asked the doctor.
Wan Qiu blinked and said nothing.
He was injured somewhere else and his back hurt.
But Ning Qiaozhen said that no one should see what's under his clothes, so Wan Qiu wouldn't say anything.
Yang Xiaoyu did not take Wan Qiu around today, but went to a small park.
There are a lot of people in the small park, including elderly people and young couples in love. The sound of musical instruments can be heard in the crowded corridors.
It was already afternoon when Wan Qiu finished tidying up the room and came out. It was very lively here.
Wan Qiu had been here before, but mostly just passed through. He came here only because there were a lot of beverage bottles here.
Sitting under the corridor covered with ivy, with layers of leaves and lush greenery, Yang Xiaoyu's face was like a flower blooming among the leaves, more beautiful than anyone else, attracting the attention of people around her.
Yang Xiaoyu patted her legs: "Do you want to lie on mommy's lap?"
When people around heard that it was a mother with her child, some of the young people who were ready to take action felt a little sorry.
Yang Xiaoyu ignored the gazes from people around him and looked into Wan Qiu's eyes seriously.
Wan Qiu lowered his head and looked at Yang Xiaoyu's legs.
The small expectations are so subtle and dense that they can’t be seen clearly.
Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wan Qiu over and let him lie on his legs.
Wan Qiu smelled a scent very similar to Chu Yigui's, but more fragrant, softer, and very powdery.
Mother is very gentle, and her unique feminine scent envelops Wanqiu. Wanqiu just feels extremely safe being wrapped in his mother's warmth.
Wan Qiu slept very late yesterday and had more work to do today, so he was really tired.
Wan Qiu heard Yang Xiaoyu's faint singing voice.
Sounds very nice.
It sounds just as beautiful as the singing of the female stars on TV.
In the breeze and the singing, Wan Qiu seemed to be lying on the clouds, being coaxed to sleep, it felt so false that he was dreaming.
How could Yang Xiaoyu not see Wan Qiu's fatigue?
The child was already underdeveloped and thinner than the average person. He had a pale face and walked unsteadily, as if he was about to faint at any time.
Chu Jianshu was sitting not far away, working in a meeting on his phone, occasionally looking back in their direction.
Chu Jianshu hung up the phone and walked over to the two of them.
Even though there was noise around, the place seemed quiet because Wan Qiu was sleeping soundly.
Chu Jianshu half bent down, stretched out his hand and gently touched Wan Qiu's hair, his movements were gentle and delicate.
However, Chu Jianshu's hands froze.
Wan Qiu's face was pressed against Yang Xiaoyu's abdomen, with his back facing him.
From Chu Jianshu's perspective, he saw some bruises slightly revealed under Wan Qiu's wide collar.
Wan Qiu was too thin. Although the clothes fit him perfectly for his height, his collar was empty, revealing a large part of his shoulders. Under the clothes, the purple marks could not be covered up.
Seeing Chu Jianshu's strange expression, Yang Xiaoyu looked over immediately. The next moment, she clenched her fingers fiercely, and her nails dug into her palms.
Chu Jianshu immediately held Yang Xiaoyu's hand and shook his head slightly.
Comforting his wife.
Yang Xiaoyu tightly grasped Chu Jianshu's arm, as if she wanted to pinch all her resentment into her husband's arm.
When Wan Qiu woke up, it was almost time to go home.
When Wan Qiu sat up, there were red marks on his cheeks. His eyes were sleepy and he looked cute and adorable.
The cuter Wan Qiu was, the more Yang Xiaoyu hated Ning Qiaozhen and Ning Hai.
"I'm going home, Mom." Wan Qiu looked at the sky and stood up.
Yang Xiaoyu clenched her fingers and gave Wan Qiu a large bill: "This is the time that mom bought you today. Mom is really happy to be with our Wan Qiu."
Wan Qiu held the money, but his eyes were on Yang Xiaoyu. He did not leave in a hurry like before.
Yang Xiaoyu tilted his head and waited for Wan Qiu to speak.
Wan Qiu lowered his eyes, and the half of his face that was flushed by pressure seemed to become even redder.
"Mom..." Wan Qiu's voice was small.
"Hmm?" Yang Xiaoyu replied.
"Mom's is fragrant and soft." Wan Qiu pursed his lips and thought about his own adjective, "Sweet."
Yang Xiaoyu's eyes widened slightly.
The little fool, who was not very good at expressing his emotions, searched for what he thought were the best words to praise his mother.
Yang Xiaoyu had heard countless flowery words and the most complicated compliments, but none of them could compare to the shock this child gave her with the purest eyes and the simplest words.
Yang Xiaoyu's shadow was reflected in those pure, always empty eyes. Yang Xiaoyu had not felt such a strong feeling of being a mother for a long time.
Wan Qiu was not indifferent to violence. Even though he did not show any expression, he still revealed his fear a little bit.
The contrast between Yang Xiaoyu and Ning Qiaozhen made the child's heart relax a little. The melted ice flowed down as a thin stream of warm water, which softened Yang Xiaoyu.
This loosening was obviously a good thing for Yang Xiaoyu, but it made Yang Xiaoyu feel that she was too incompetent and could not choose a better and faster way to make Wan Qiu recognize her.
Wan Qiu left.
Yang Xiaoyu always felt that he had been watching Wan Qiu leave these days.
Chu Jianshu stood quietly beside Yang Xiaoyu: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyu."
"How long will it take?" Yang Xiaoyu looked angry, but more lonely. "Why does he have to go back after all this? How can he be so stupid as to stick with someone like that?"
Chu Jianshu wanted to comfort her, but his cell phone suddenly rang.
Chu Jianshu saw the caller ID and answered the phone immediately.
"Boss, it's me, Lu Qinghe." The man on the other side immediately stated his identity.
"Yeah." Chu Jianshu responded.
"Ning Hai ran away." Lu Qinghe reported directly to the point.
"Are you following?" Chu Jianshu said coldly. This was also expected.
"I followed you. Now that we know the specific direction, we have confirmed that there is only one person in Ninghai. What do you plan to do next, boss?"
"Catch him." Chu Jianshu leaned against the car, his expression calm, but his eyes were cold. "Send him directly to the police."
"Okay, boss." Lu Qinghe responded.
"Have the follow-up measures been completed?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.
"They said it was a fair trade and they won't pursue the follow-up." Lu Qinghe said, but there was still something to report, "Ning Hai went back home before he ran away, probably to get valuables. Because Ning Hai ran away, Ning Qiaozhen's job was ruined. Ning Qiaozhen went out today and just came home for a while. Ning Qiaozhen..."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaoyu's mood became heavier and heavier.
Her slender fingers clenched the corner of her clothes, she didn't want her child to be hurt again.
"It's okay, you can take him back." Yang Xiaoyu stood up and was about to go in the direction where Wan Qiu left. "He already likes me, just a little bit..."
"Xiaoyu, this is the last time." Chu Jianshu once again held Yang Xiaoyu back. He wanted to be more ruthless. "Be patient. This is the last time."
After this time, Wan Qiu will have nothing to do with Ning Qiaozhen anymore.
Even if it is persuasion.
But Chu Jianshu's voice was extremely low, as if this sentence was not only a consolation, but also a warning to himself to be patient.
As the ruler of the Chu family, he is cruel enough.
As a father, he condemned his cruelty.
Wan Qiu went to the vegetable market and spent a lot of money to buy meat and fresh vegetables.
Today he will try his best to cook a delicious meal and wait for his parents to come back.
After eating delicious food, maybe mom and dad will reconcile quickly like before.
He took out the key and opened the door, but someone got there before him and the door opened by itself.
"Mom." Wan Qiu immediately looked up and saw Ning Qiaozhen, and his voice stopped abruptly.
Ning Qiaozhen had her hair permed a long time ago, and the curls were always stuck at the back of her head by various clips. However, her hair, which had always been carefully groomed, was now extremely messy, as if it had been scratched, with strands of hair piled up in a mess on her head.
Under the messy hair, Ning Qiaozhen looked very bad. She didn't wear any makeup when she went out today, and now she looked even paler and messier.
"Where have you been!" When Ning Qiaozhen saw Wan Qiu, an unhappy tone instantly came down. At this moment, Wan Qiu felt a strong sense of "unhappiness".
"I'm sorry, Mom." Wan Qiu stood there and lowered his head subconsciously.
"Where have you been? Did I tell you to go out? Why didn't you stay at home and run out?!"
Ning Qiaozhen's tone was sharp and her voice was extremely high-pitched. Her mental state was very bad and she looked very frantic.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu's thin arms were deeply marked by Ning Qiaozhen's hands, and Wan Qiu followed Ning Qiaozhen's force and entered the gate.
Wan Qiu was thrown out fiercely by Ning Qiaozhen. Wan Qiu, who always changed his slippers and put his shoes away, staggered with his shoes on on the clean floor tiles that he had carefully maintained.
The vegetables that Wan Qiu had just bought were thrown into the entrance because he let go of them.
On the floor tiles, there are all kinds of broken pieces, water stains, and randomly placed tables and chairs...
Wan Qiu's thin body was pushed almost to the ground by Ning Qiaozhen's force.
Even though he stood still, Wan Qiu saw the broken vase on the ground.
This is a vase he picked up, a very simple decorative vase, but it was broken. He decorated it carefully and placed it at home.
The kettle had broken into pieces on the ground, and on the ground were the broken glass shards from the kettle and the hot water that had lost its temperature.
The sofa towel was thrown randomly on the ground, the cabinet was opened, small items were rummaged through, and an ashtray was upside down on the ground.
The room that had been cleaned was now a mess again.
Wan Qiu's heartbeat quickened little by little, but because he was not quick to react, Ning Qiaozhen grabbed his hair.
Wan Qiu's scalp was pulled so hard that it hurt, but he could only follow Ning Qiaozhen's force and walk towards the bedroom. All the clothes in the bedroom were turned out, making a mess.
However, Ning Qiaozhen simply placed Wan Qiu's head on the place in front of her dressing table where she placed her jewelry.
"Where are my things? Where are my things? Where did all my valuables go?!"
The sharp sound of rebuke and roar resounded in Wanqiu's eardrums.
Wan Qiu stared blankly. The place where the jewelry box was originally placed was now empty.
It was taken away by my father.
"It's Dad..." Wan Qiu had just finished speaking when he was thrown to the ground hard, but the soft carpet alleviated the pain.
Wan Qiu subconsciously hugged his head, curled up his body, and waited for the pain to come.
Ning Qiaozhen was "unhappy", and her unhappiness had resulted in the entire house being smashed and destroyed, and he would also become the object of destruction.
However, the expected pain did not come.
He heard Ning Qiaozhen crying.
"Wuwuwu... Bastard, bastard wuwuwuwu, men... all men are bastards wuwuwuwu..."
Wan Qiujiang secretly glanced at Ning Qiaozhen, who was already crying uncontrollably.
She seemed to have lost all her energy and collapsed onto the carpet, crying desperately and unable to control herself.
She didn't even have the energy to vent her anger.
Wan Qiu didn't know what happened.
But looking at Ning Qiaozhen, he seemed to understand something vaguely.
Wan Qiu got up from the ground and looked at Ning Qiaozhen. Ning Qiaozhen's crying was very unpleasant to hear, with ups and downs and full of despair.
Wan Qiu approached Ning Qiaozhen: "Mom..."
Ning Qiaozhen just cried and was indifferent to Wan Qiu's voice.
Wan Qiu felt very sad. Ning Qiaozhen's crying made his heart ache.
"Mom?" Wan Qiu wanted to comfort Ning Qiaozhen, and wanted to think of a way, but he didn't know how to do it, "Mom, Dad..."
However, as soon as Wan Qiu uttered the word "Dad", he was suddenly slapped hard by Ning Qiaozhen.
Wan Qiu only felt a buzzing in his brain, and the pain in his cheek and nose was very painful. Wan Qiu was blown directly onto the bed.
My cheeks became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ning Qiaozhen rarely beat him.
Most of the beatings were done by Ning Hai, while Ning Qiaozhen just watched coldly from the side when Wan Qiu was being beaten.
Ning Qiaozhen never stopped Ning Hai from beating him.
When Ning Qiaozhen hits people, she only likes to hit them on the face because it will leave marks, so she rarely hits them.
Ning Qiaozhen's hands are thick and slightly larger than those of an average woman, so it hurts a lot when she hits her.
Wan Qiu didn't know what he should do. He was blocked by Ning Qiaozhen in front of the dressing table in the bedroom. He couldn't get out and couldn't do anything.
Wan Qiu's vision from one eye was obstructed by a swollen cheek.
“Asshole, asshole, wuwuwuwuwu Ninghai, Ninghai you shameless asshole, ah ah wuwuwuwu…”
Ning Qiaozhen's uncontrollable crying was very miserable. She collapsed on the ground, looking extremely fragile.
"Don't cry." Wan Qiu's voice was trembling with tears, "Don't cry, Mom, don't cry."
Wan Qiu didn't know what to do.
Wan Qiu has no say in anything.
"Get lost." Ning Qiaozhen sat on the ground and kicked Wan Qiu away. "What's the use of you? You're a waste, a burden, a fool, a moron! You eat my food and wear my clothes every day, but you can't even watch the house. What's the use of you? You're worse than a dog!"
Wan Qiu took two steps back, his leg bones were a little painful from being kicked, but Ning Qiaozhen, who had already cried herself to death, did not cause him much harm.
The strong crying tone made Ning Qiaozhen's voice not so clear, but Wan Qiu heard the content clearly.
"Why are there so many rubbish around me? Why are there so many rubbish around me? I can't live a good life. It's all your fault. Ning Hai, Ning Hai, you bastard, you actually ran away by yourself! Gone, everything is gone..."
What's wrong with dad?
Wan Qiu doesn’t understand, Wan Qiu can’t comprehend it.
What does it mean to run away?
Ning Qiaozhen kept crying and complaining, her words were intermittent and Wan Qiu couldn't understand them.
Wan Qiu knelt in front of Ning Qiaozhen, forgetting the burning pain in his cheeks, with only Ning Qiaozhen in his eyes.
Mom, don't cry.
Mom, don't cry.
Wan Qiu wanted to speak, but couldn't.
Mom didn't want to listen to him.
Mom, what can I do?
Wan Qiu could only watch and could do nothing.
Ning Qiaozhen took out her cell phone and called one by one, but no one answered her calls.
No matter how I dialed, all I got in the end was a busy tone.
"This is a friend, this is a friend! Screw his friends!"
Ning Qiaozhen was filled with resentment, tears, and despair.
Wan Qiu is like a transparent person.
Ning Qiaozhen threw her phone hard against the wall, leaving a groove on the wall, and it eventually fell down, with the screen shattered.
Ning Qiaozhen was busy until late at night and didn't even turn on the lights in the room.
At night, every house is brightly lit, but Wanqiu is hidden in darkness.
Ning Qiaozhen finally fell asleep exhausted on the carpet beside the bed.
Her face was a mess. She didn't wipe her nose or tears, as if she had lost the desire to move. Her eyes were red and she was breathing through her open mouth. It was more like she was in a coma than sleeping.
Wan Qiu stood up. He had been kneeling until now and the pain in his legs almost made it impossible for him to support his body.
I found the broken cell phone and quietly placed it next to my mother.
Wan Qiu, in the light from the window, folded up the things in the messy bedroom bit by bit and put them back in the closet.
He made the bed, but did not dare to move Ning Qiaozhen.
Wan Qiu covered Ning Qiaozhen's abdomen with a thin blanket so that she would not catch a cold on the summer night.
Wan Qiu arrived at the living room and only dared to turn on a white night light. He cleaned the living room by light, doing the only thing he could do.
My legs and cheeks hurt, and there seemed to be a bloody smell in my mouth.
Wan Qiu was cleaning up. It was late at night and the lights outside the window were turned off, leaving only sporadic lights.
Wan Qiu opened the bedroom door, but he didn't dare to enter his mother's bedroom.
Lying on the cold floor of the entrance hall, Wan Qiu only took a pillow and leaned against his mother.
Mom was very unhappy.
Mom might need him.
When Ning Qiaozhen woke up, she felt a splitting headache. The long-term crying and lack of oxygen made it take her a long time to react.
Red, swollen and painful eyes.
She raised her eyes and saw Wan Qiu sitting at the door.
"Mom." Wan Qiu's voice was filled with relief when he saw her wake up. "Mom, are you awake? I cooked some porridge. I'll heat it up and bring it over."
Memories came back to him, including Ning Hai's betrayal, the loss of contact with friends, and the suppression from his former boss. Everything came flooding back to his mind.
Ning Qiaozhen saw the room that had been tidied and cleaned.
She walked out the door and saw the same clean living room.
But everything being clean did not make Ning Qiaozhen feel better.
What's the point of cleaning it up? It's not her house and she won't even be able to pay the rent next month.
These neatly tidied things were simply mocking her.
Even the house is clean, only she is a mess.
Wan Qiu came out at this time holding a bowl.
"Mom, is there anything I didn't clean up properly?" Wan Qiu asked when he saw Ning Qiaozhen's gloomy face.
"Who asked you to clean? Is cleaning useful? You just do useless things. Are you here to make things difficult for me on purpose?" Ning Qiaozhen was just sleeping, but she did not forget her anger.
Wan Qiu wanted to put the small bowl in his hand on the table: "Mom, you didn't eat last night, eat today."
"Eat, eat, eat. You are just a fool and you only know how to eat. What else can you do besides eating?"
Ning Qiaozhen suddenly overturned the bowl in Wan Qiu's hand.
Wan Qiu didn't hold it firmly and subconsciously tried to scoop it out, but ended up grabbing the boiling hot porridge instead.
The pain of the high temperature burning his skin was intense, but Wan Qiu just bit his lower lip to prevent himself from making any sound of pain. His hands hidden behind his back trembled uncontrollably from the pain.
The loud sound of the bowl smashing to the ground once again irritated Ning Qiaozhen's nerves.
"You won't feel happy if you don't cause me trouble every day. Why did I bring you here to raise? You ungrateful guy, can't you please do me a favor?!"
Suddenly, Ning Qiaozhen grabbed Wan Qiu by the back of his neck and pushed him hard into his room.
"Don't come out and get in my way. I don't want to see you!"
Wan Qiu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and heard the sound of Ning Qiaozhen locking the door.
Wan Qiu's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously rushed to the door, trying to open it, but he couldn't.
He was locked up.
Locked up...
Wan Qiu leaned against the door, looking out the window at the summer morning in confusion.
The light of day made Wan Qiu's heart beat slower.
Wan Qiu didn't dare to make a sound and sat quietly in the room.
Wan Qiu got up obediently, found some scratch paper and wiped his hands clean from the porridge burns. It was painful and burning, but just red.
Wan Qiu held the pen and wanted to do his homework, but he couldn't concentrate.
I could hear my mother chattering on the phone outside.
"Do you know where Ning Hai went? Hello, hello?"
"It's me. Something happened to me. My husband took all my money and ran away. I'm penniless now. Can you lend me some money..."
"Why, why do you all treat me like this, what did I do wrong?"
Mom has been on the phone.
But in the end, she still cried out loudly.
Wan Qiu couldn't do his homework, so he leaned against the door.
Wan Qiu seemed to understand something vaguely.
Dad is gone.
Daddy is never coming back, he's abandoned them.
Mom, don't cry.
Mom, and me.
Mom, I can pick up trash to feed you.
The intermittent crying made Wan Qiu very uncomfortable. He curled up at the door and buried himself in his arms.
Time passed little by little, and the sky returned to darkness again.
Wan Qiu stayed in the room for the entire day, with no possibility of being let out.
And Wan Qiu finally knocked on the door.
"Mom, mom, can you please let me out?" Wan Qiu knocked on the door softly and asked in a low voice.
"Mom, please let me out, Mom, I want to pee."
A whole day, I don’t know how long it has been.
From the time he first felt the urge to pee to now when he was holding it in, Wan Qiu himself didn't know how long he had been holding it in.
His body was sweating and in great pain, Wan Qiu was almost in tears.
"Mom, please." Wan Qiu knew that Ning Qiaozhen had not left.
But Ning Qiaozhen did not open his door.
"Mother."
Wan Qiu heard his own vague voice praying to Ning Qiaozhen, but he got no response.
"Mom, please." Wan Qiu's crying voice lasted for a long time.
He got no response.
When patience reaches its limit, everything will eventually break.
At this moment, the bright lights shining through the window
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