Song Wenxue is a hardworking and capable child. How can a mother not feel sorry for her child?
Grandma Song was very disappointed: "Zhang Ling, you want Xiaoxue to become a phoenix, are you a phoenix?"
"This kid is getting too obsessed with something. You should stop making things worse."
Zhang Ling was stunned after being slapped. She covered her face with her hands in grievance and said, "Mom, why did you hit me? What's wrong with me wanting my daughter to become a successful person? Lan Yu and Peng Ling can both be mothers of college students, so why can't I?"
"Your grades are poor, just work hard. Xiaoxue is the most useless in the family. She doesn't make money or work points. It's better for her to go to the countryside as an educated youth. I think you are biased. Why don't you beat up your second and third brother's wife?"
Grandma Song covered her chest and cursed: "You are wishful thinking. I have three sons and one daughter. How many of them can become successful? I didn't force her to death. I just wanted the college entrance examination to change her fate. Is she that kind of material?"
"You really want to force Xiaoxue to death, and let the old send the young away."
"Don't bother Xiaoxue until she gets her college entrance exam. Xiaoxue will live in my old house first."
After saying this, Grandma Song looked at Song Wenxue expectantly.
The only thing repeating in Song Wenxue's mind was this sentence: You are a useless thing, good for nothing.
The girl shook her head, stood up, closed her eyes, jumped up, and flew down from the roof.
Uncle Song was a public security officer, and he directed everyone in an orderly manner to pull back the quilts.
But in just a few seconds, everyone exclaimed and broke into a cold sweat.
Everyone started to curse Zhang Ling.
"Ah, come closer."
"Great, I caught it."
"What's good about this? Zhang Ling is determined to force the child to death. She's even more terrible than a stepmother."
"That's right. Zhou Zhou's vicious ex-mother didn't force him to death."
"That's too bad. Grandma Song, please take good care of your eldest daughter-in-law."
Grandma Song was so shocked that she fainted.
Zhang Ling couldn't bear the scolding from everyone and fainted due to anger.
Song Wenxue fell on the quilt. Touching the soft quilt, she felt more at ease.
But when she thought about going home and facing her hysterical mother, she couldn't help crying.
Aunt Song Er came out and hugged Song Wenxue, comforting her, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't do anything stupid, your mother scolded you, just ignore it, who does she think she is? Come on, go home with Aunt Er."
She is the director of the Women's Department and also the child's relative. It is reasonable and moral for her to be in charge.
"Aunt, I don't want to go home. I'm scared." Song Wenxue jumped down from the third floor. Her legs were weak at this time.
He jumped from a house more than ten meters high, hoping to die once and for all, but he failed.
The Song family members surrounded the two people who had fainted and pinched their Ren Zhong points.
Song Wanyue and Song Xuemei didn't dare to come forward, and they whispered to each other.
"Sister, our aunt is so scary, let's not go forward. What if she blames us?" Song Xuemei said fearfully.
Forgive her for being really fed up with the noise in the first room.
My aunt has a sharp tongue.
Well, I have some thoughts and I just like to compare.
Song Wanyue also rubbed her hands in fear: "Then let's be quiet later."
Song Wenxue never expected that her aunt would force her into this state.
In the original book, there was no such thing as jumping off a building.
She probably was jealous. She wanted her daughter to find a capable husband and to be admitted to university.
In the original book, when the original owner returned to the city with Gu Dahai, Zhang Ling came to laugh at her, saying that the original owner had found a peasant and that her in-laws were all farmers and had no future.
After a while, Grandma Song and Zhang Ling woke up.
Seeing that the person was fine, everyone dispersed.
Zhang Ling hurried home to use the toilet. Seeing that Song Wenxue had not returned to the main room, she hurried out to look for her, walking in a trance.
Finally, the person was found in the old house.
Almost all the Song family members are here.
Uncle Song thought about his eldest sister-in-law's character and decided to keep her in the old house.
The mother could barely keep the person calm.
Grandma Song is having a heart-to-heart talk with Song Wenxue.
"Remember, give it a try first, what if you get into a junior college? Even if not, we can try to find a job for you."
“This is the money to buy a job…”
Zhang Ling came in angrily, and when she saw her daughter sitting on a stool drinking brown sugar water, she became furious.
He raised his hand to slap him, but Uncle Song raised his hand to stop him.
Zhang Ling struggled to get rid of her hand: "Separate, you little bitch, I'm so worried about you, can't you just stay at home and study peacefully?"
"You're crying, making a fuss, and threatening to hang yourself. If you want to die, just tell me. I'll grant your wish. Take me with you. You'll have someone to accompany you on your journey to the underworld."
"Don't think I can't take care of you if you die. I will follow you even if you die."
Song Wenxue was so scared that she hid behind Grandma Song.
Uncle Song frowned, unable to hold back tears: "That's enough, Zhang Ling, do you want to force the child to death?"
"She's in a much better mood now, can you please stop pushing her?"
"We only have five children. Two of them went to work in the countryside and we haven't seen them for years. Wenlan and Wenli came home for the last time. They were tanned like coal balls. You hugged them and called them 'my dear'. It was so heartbreaking."
"Wen Bin has moved out, and we are left with our two children. You forced Wen Xue to death, and we are all alone. Do you feel better about that?"
"Don't forget who said that having more children means more blessings. I told you long ago that having three children is enough, but you insisted that if you raise more children, one of them will surely become successful."
Speaking of sad things, Uncle Song's nose was slightly sour, and he wiped his tears and said, "But I watched my children suffer in the countryside, and I didn't see them for a year. The second and third children felt that we were biased and didn't even bother to reply to their letters. You held a letter they sent every month and read it over and over again."
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