The sound of abuse is as sharp as a needle, piercing the ears mercilessly, as if tearing the human heart into pieces, making it painful and unbearable.
The three children seemed to be frightened out of their wits by the sudden storm. They lowered their heads and even breathed cautiously, as if they were in a freezing winter night, afraid that saying one more word would bring a beating as cruel and merciless as a blizzard.
Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, like three lost deer shivering in the dark.
Xie Li led Xie Yun and Xie Hai into the empty and silent kitchen, like a shepherd leading two lost lambs.
The footsteps were heavy and slow, as if every step was stepping into unknown territory.
Their eyes wandered around the kitchen, finally landing on the empty stove.
The kitchen, which was usually kept in perfect order by Lin Rulan, now looked like a completely looted ruin, which made people feel desolate.
Xie Yun looked at Xie Li and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what should we do? We don't even know where the food is! I'm so hungry now." His voice was full of helplessness and expectation, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
"Let's look for it first! Just find something to eat." Shelly's voice revealed a hint of firmness and decisiveness.
He knew very well that he could not rely on anyone else now, and he could only rely on himself at critical moments.
The three of them began to search through the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen. Their movements were hurried and flustered, as if three busy little mice were looking for hope of survival.
But they haven't realized what Song Jiao's change means.
Song Jiao did not go back that night, but found a sheltered place in a cave in the back mountain and spent the night there.
Now I have to think about what kind of business is better to do.
the next day
She returned to Xie's house at about the right time.
She planned to take a good look at the original owner's things, take away what she could, and leave her mark on what she couldn't take away.
She walked into the yard with firm steps, but heard the voices of three children cursing.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Xie Hai sitting on the doorstep, holding his stomach with a look of dissatisfaction and anger on his face.
He glared at Song Jiao and roared impatiently, "You still want to come back to die? Hurry up and go in and cook for us!" His voice was full of arrogance and domineering, as if an arrogant king was giving orders.
However, Song Jiao was not intimidated by him.
She raised her hand and slapped him directly, the crisp sound echoing in the air. "I owe you?" She looked at Xie Hai coldly, as if she were looking at a clown who was not worth mentioning.
While Xie Hai was still covering his face, she suddenly bent down and whispered in his ear, "If you continue to be disrespectful to me, I'll chop you in half with a kitchen knife and marinate you in a meat jar."
Her voice was soft and eerie, like an evil witch chanting a curse.
"Is it okay?" Song Jiao looked at him with a smile. There was a hint of madness and cruelty in her smile, as if a madman who was about to lose control was admiring his own masterpiece.
These words resonated like a thunderclap in Xie Bao's ears, sending him trembling with fear. He stared at Song Jiao with eyes wide open, filled with fear and disbelief. Then, with a loud "wow," he burst into tears and ran back into the room. His cry was sharp and miserable, like a wounded fawn wailing for help.
Xie Li stood aside and watched this scene happen. He knew that Xie Hai had always been a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and now he was frightened by his stepmother.
He originally thought that Song Jiao had figured it out, but he saw her walk straight into the house with no intention of going to the kitchen.
Xie Yun walked into the house angrily, his hands on his hips, his brows furrowed, and asked, "Why don't you make breakfast? Don't you know we have to go to school?"
Her voice was full of blame and dissatisfaction, as if Song Jiao owed her millions.
It was she who had clearly told them to study hard and had even promised solemnly that she would prepare breakfast and other things carefully.
But now, she acted as if nothing had happened, turning a blind eye to their hunger and expectations.
"Do you know that I was starving because you ran out and didn't cook yesterday?" Xie Yun's tone was filled with tears, as if he had suffered great injustice.
Song Jiao raised her eyes slightly, her eyes as cold as ice and snow, and shot directly at Xie Yun, "Oh? What does it have to do with me?"
Her voice was cold and ruthless, like a gust of cold wind blowing through, making people shudder.
"You have no hands or feet? Do your own things. If you think your hands and feet are useless, I can cut them off for you, so you don't have to do anything in the future." Song Jiao's words were sharp and cruel, and she looked at the girl in front of her with a teasing look.
Xie Yun was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning, and his body trembled slightly.
She suddenly remembered that this woman had beaten her father yesterday, and the horror and despair surged into her heart again.
She pouted, looking like she was about to cry, "I'm going to tell Dad! I'm going to let Dad beat you to death, you bad woman!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran away from the house, as if there was a flood or a beast chasing him from behind.
Song Jiao sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
Another one ran away? That's really fun.
She seemed like a king in control of the overall situation, admiring her own masterpiece.
Shelly looked at his sister who ran out crying, then looked at Lin Rulan's room and had already made a plan in his mind.
Since she is like this, then they won't go to school today! He wants to let this woman know that they are not easy to bully.
Song Jiao looked at the original owner's clothes that were washed so white that they looked pale, and after thinking about it, she decided to give up.
The most important thing for her now was to go into town and find something to do instead of wasting time here.
"Host, they are trying to protest against you by not going to school." Tuanzi's voice sounded in his mind, with a hint of helplessness and amusement in his tone.
Does it just think that these people are really brainless?
What does it have to do with the host whether they go to school or not?
Song Jiao uttered an "oh," her tone revealing a hint of disdain and sarcasm. "What does it have to do with me? Knowledge is something you acquire and it's yours. If they don't want to go, then they don't have to go! I don't lose anything."
Having said that, he turned around and walked straight towards the door.
He didn't even glance at Shelly.
She remembers the 1980s, the early days of the country's reform and opening up, when society was developing rapidly and needed all kinds of talents.
And she already has a goal.
She had just walked to the door and was about to go to the city when an old lady in her fifties stopped her, put her hands on her hips and started cursing at her, "You little bitch, how dare you starve my grandson! I'll beat you to death, you're just someone I bought, how dare you lay hands on my grandson?"
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