As soon as he opened the door, he saw Li Fengjiao's mother, Mao Huiming, standing at the door.
When Mao Huiming saw Li Fengjiao lying on the ground, he ran over and quickly covered her bleeding wound, shouting, "Fengjiao, what's wrong with you? You have your parents backing you up, there's no need to bang your head against the wall for some irrelevant people!"
After saying that, she suddenly turned her head, her sharp eyes shooting straight in the direction of Zhu Dayong, and then she shouted at the top of her voice: "What are you still standing here for? Hurry! Send him to the hospital!"
After being yelled at like this, Zhu Dayong came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream. He rushed to Li Fengjiao in a panic, bent down and carefully carried her on his back.
Because he was in such a hurry, Zhu Dayong's steps seemed a little staggering, but he still gritted his teeth and tried to steady his body, taking big strides and running towards the hospital.
Mao Huiming panted as she followed the two men ahead, her footsteps so rapid they seemed to tear through the ground. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, but this didn't slow her pace in the slightest. As she struggled to catch up, she kept muttering to herself, her tone filled with anger and anxiety.
"Zhu Dayong, ah Zhu Dayong! You are such a heartless fellow! How did our family ever wrong you? Fengjiao is my precious daughter, whom I raised with great difficulty. From childhood to adulthood, her father and I couldn't bear to even scold her, let alone hit her! But you actually used such a heavy hand and broke her forehead! I tell you, this matter will never be let go like this. I will never let you go easily!"
At this moment, Zhu Dayong's extremely angry mood gradually calmed down and he began to slowly regain his rationality.
However, when he faced his mother-in-law's endless barrage of reproachful words, his heart remained calm, and he had no desire to respond or pay attention to her at all.
No matter what, one thing is certain: from beginning to end, he didn't even touch Li Fengjiao's finger! So, let her scold him as much as she wants! At this moment, Zhu Dayong seemed to have blocked out all the noise and accusations from the outside world. In his mind, he kept repeating the words "I really didn't touch her. This injury was caused by her own..."
At the same time, the surrounding neighbors were also attracted by the movement in Zhu Dayong's house and hurriedly ran out of their homes.
The neighbors were all puzzled. What on earth was going on? Everyone was talking about it:
Crowd A said, "I don't know what happened! Lately, the couple has been on edge, arguing non-stop every few days."
Someone chimed in, "That's right! They used to go out hand in hand, making everyone envious. But how did it become like this now?"
"Could it be that one of them did something to offend the other? Otherwise, why would things suddenly become so awkward?"
Just as everyone was speculating and discussing, everyone's eyes turned to their neighbor.
Seeing everyone staring at him, the neighbor quickly waved his hands and said innocently, "Hey, stop looking at me! I don't know anything."
After saying this, he turned around hurriedly and walked into his house, as if he was afraid of being questioned further, and then closed the door with a "bang".
Only a group of people were left looking at each other, with the doubts in their hearts still unanswered.
Someone in the crowd said, "She knows it, she's just afraid of causing trouble!"
Those who didn't get the answer, seeing that the protagonist was gone and there was no point in discussing it any further, had no choice but to disperse.
…
Zeng family.
After Li Fengjiao and Li Mei left, Wang Xiaolan was in a bad mood. Seeing this, Yu Wenlin arranged for Dabao and Xiaobao to rest in his room at night.
Wang Xiaolan was so upset by Li Fengjiao's disturbance that she couldn't concentrate on her lessons. She had no other choice but to quickly crawl into bed, hoping that a good night's sleep would calm her emotions and thoughts.
However, when she lay on the soft bed, she found that she could not fall asleep. Her mind kept recalling Li Fengjiao and Li Mei's arrogant and domineering appearance, sharp and harsh words, and embarrassing behavior.
These scenes played repeatedly in front of her eyes like a movie, making her heart beat faster and her breathing become rapid.
Wang Xiaolan tossed and turned in bed, sometimes raising her pillow, sometimes curling up into a ball, but no matter how she adjusted her posture, she could not find a comfortable position to fall asleep.
She thought of Zhao Lihan. It had been so long since she received a letter or a message from him. The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sleep. She simply checked her social media account to see if Zhao Lihan had left her any messages.
…
In the auditorium of the Department of Minority Languages at a certain military academy.
Right here and right now, a unique and distinctive minority language speech contest is in full swing.
On the stage, the lights were bright, focusing on Zhao Lihan. He was calm and composed, and began his speech calmly and leisurely.
Zhao Lihan's voice was clear and resonant, and every syllable seemed to be given life, leaping and dancing in the air. The story he told was fascinating, with twists and turns in the plot, leaving the audience mesmerized and unable to extricate themselves.
As his speech became more and more popular, the students in the audience were also moved. Some of them whispered to each other, while others listened intently.
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