Wang Biyun was the person who reported the case, and was not detained by the police as a member of the Scarface gang. Wu Youcheng asked Wang Biyun to go home first and summon her to Qingshan City to testify when necessary.
After leaving the police station, Wang Biyun found herself with nowhere to go. After falling out with Scarface's gang, Wang Biyun didn't dare return to Scarface's home, fearing retaliation from a member who had escaped. After wandering the streets for several hours, Wang Biyun found herself at Qingshan Railway Station.
Go back to Zhaojiagou? How could Wang Biyun dare to go back to Zhaojiagou after offending the village chief Zhao Youtian? Not to mention that even though Gutiezhu was in police custody, he still had several relatives in Zhaojiagou! If he saw Wang Biyun, wouldn't he tear her apart?
Furthermore, while at the police station, Wang Biyun, in order to keep Lao Hu and his men from leaving for a while, had turned her alleged affair into a rape. If Wang Biyun returned to Zhaojiagou, the police would undoubtedly summon her to testify at Lao Hu's trial. Wouldn't that make her entire village aware of what she had done in Qingshan City?
No! She doesn't want to be seen as a slut! She, Wang Biyun, doesn't want to be looked down upon! She wants to be a superior person, she wants to have her own brilliant life!
Looking at the "click-click" train running in the distance, Wang Biyun felt a surge of hope in her heart. She wanted to leave here, she wanted to leave Qingshan City, go to a place where no one knew her, and start over.
Smelling the delicious aroma of food wafting from the canteen outside the train station, Wang Biyun felt a pang of hunger. However, she didn't have a penny on her. Ever since joining Scarface's gang, Old Hu and the others had been emptying her pockets daily, fearing she might escape. This afternoon, she stole twenty yuan from Zhou Zhixin, which Old Hu snatched back, only to be reclaimed by Zhou Zhixin.
Wang Biyun couldn't help but resent Zhou Zhixin and Zhao Guohui when she thought of this. These two men were truly cowards. Seeing their fellow villagers in trouble, they didn't even bother to lend a hand.
Fighting back her hunger, Wang Biyun found a sheltered corner and slowly sat down. The night was still long, and with no trains passing by at night, she needed to conserve her energy and see if there was any chance tomorrow.
Wen Yulong got off the bus in a panic, carrying several large bags in one hand. For years, Wen Yulong had always used a private car, but today was the first time he had squeezed into a bus with the other citizens.
The bus to the train station was packed, most of them carrying luggage. It was eight stops from the Municipal Party Committee's family compound to the train station, and the bus was incredibly crowded. The unpleasant stench of sweat made Wen Yulong and the others pale.
Wu Xiuli also carried a large bag in each hand and helped Wen Ziyun and Wen Ziqiu get out of the car. Along the way, Wen Yulong's family of four didn't even have a seat, and Wu Xiuli's shiny bun that she had combed early in the morning was squeezed loose.
"Wow...my leather shoes have been stepped on and made dirty, woooo...I never want to come to grandpa's house again..." After getting out of the car, Wen Ziqiu looked at the black leather shoes with two dirty shoe prints on them and couldn't help crying.
Wen Ziyun hung his head in silence, still reeling from the feeling of being rejected by his grandfather. Wen Yiran had always been his hero and idol, and his ruthless expulsion of the four of them from the house was a crushing blow. However, in front of his mother and sister, Wen Ziyun fought back his tears.
Wen Yulong was troubled by his two children's responses to the incident. Everything had been going smoothly before, and he hadn't realized how vulnerable Wen Ziyun was or how delicate Wen Ziqiu was. When something happens, the correct response is to calmly consider the cause and then figure out how to resolve it. If your shoes are dirty, can't you just wipe them off later?
"Wen Ziqiu, you need to change your petty-bourgeois pampering as soon as possible. Our children need to be able to endure hardships and know how to work through them." After sternly admonishing Wen Ziqiu, Wen Yulong, clutching several bags, strode towards the train station waiting room. As for Wen Ziyun, Wen Yulong planned to have a proper talk with him after returning to City N. It seemed a woman couldn't solely handle her son's upbringing. While Xiuli was gentle and family-oriented, boys, unlike girls, didn't need to be taught to be docile; they needed to grow through experience.
Seeing Wen Yulong blaming Wen Ziqiu, Wu Xiuli was filled with rage, but she couldn't vent it in front of Wen Yulong. She could only pull Wen Ziqiu to quickly catch up with Wen Yulong's pace while softly comforting her, saying, "Xiaoqiu, be good, don't cry. We'll get in the car soon, and Mommy will polish your leather shoes. I promise they'll be shining brightly."
Wen Ziyun ignored the interaction between his mother and sister, and just mechanically followed them, moving towards the waiting room.
"Sister, please have mercy on me! I haven't eaten in two days. Can you lend me two cents to buy some steamed buns?" Wang Biyun's eyes lit up when she saw Wen Yulong and his group. She had listened to a few words from the side, then quickly walked over and blocked Wu Xiuli's way.
Wang Biyun had just heard clearly that senior official accusing his daughter of being spoiled. In this era, only children from well-off families could develop such a spoiled personality! Judging from Wen Yulong's demeanor, he might even be a high-ranking official! With so much luggage, the family must be traveling far or returning home. Wouldn't she be able to take advantage of this opportunity to join them and leave Qingshan City?
Wang Biyun was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, dusty but clean, which immediately impressed Wu Xiuli. Wang Biyun also deliberately hunched her neck, looking like a hardworking and simple rural woman.
Seeing Wang Biyun's pitiful look, Wu Xiuli didn't say anything, but took out two dimes from her pocket and handed them to Wang Biyun. Wherever Wen Yulong was, Wu Xiuli always behaved very kindly and generously.
"Thank you, sister. Thank you, sister. Please give me your address! I'll return it to you as soon as I make some money." Wang Biyun quickly pulled a small notebook and a pencil from her pocket and handed them to Wu Xiuli. Wang Biyun had found the notebook and pencil at the entrance of the waiting room yesterday. At the time, Wang Biyun had thought they weren't money. But for some reason, Wang Biyun put them in her pocket anyway. Now, using them as props was incredibly convenient.
"No, it's for you, you don't have to pay it back." Seeing this, Wu Xiuli felt even more satisfied with Wang Biyun. This country girl was very polite, and didn't seem to be taking advantage of her. Moreover, she actually carried paper and pen with her. Was she literate?
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