Just as An Xiaoqiu was carefully looking at the admission letter in her hand to determine whether it was real or fake.
An Jingzhi left and returned.
"That's right."
An Xiaoqiu was startled by An Jingzhi's sudden voice. Her hands trembled and she almost tore a corner of the admission letter.
He glared at the person who came and looked angrily like a little squirrel.
An Jingzhi suppressed his laughter and said, "Forget about that marriage. The Zhao family's parents look down on my daughter, and I look down on their high school son even more. You should study hard in college and strive to become a cadre in the future. Then I can go and piss them off to death. Come on, my daughter. Dad is counting on you. I'll be relying on you for my retirement!"
An Jingzhi left after saying this.
An Xiaoqiu didn't know what happened today. Her father had never spoken to her in such a relaxed tone before, let alone said so much to her.
Although the other party's words imply that he wants her to study hard in college and make money to support him in his old age, for some reason she feels something different in her heart, as if she is not opposed to it?
I haven't seen An Xiaojun much in the past two days. When An Jingzhi found that he was observing him in the corner, An Xiaojun would disappear as if he had seen a ghost, but after a while, he would appear in some small corner again and continue to look at An Jingzhi timidly.
In the original owner's memory, An Xiaojun was born with intellectual disability, and An Jingzhi was ready to see if there was any possibility of cure.
After searching for a long time without seeing anyone, a figure suddenly came running back from outside. An Jingzhi quickly grabbed the person and asked, "Why are you running so fast? Were you chased by a dog?"
After being pulled back, An Xiaojun felt a little scared and couldn't help but move back.
"Xiaojun didn't hit anyone."
"What do you mean by hitting someone? Who did you hit?"
An Xiaojun's face was filled with fear, but he kept saying, "Xiaojun didn't hit anyone. Xiaojun is a good boy."
Just as An Jingzhi was about to ask again, a sharp voice came from the doorway, "Get out here, you little bastard, you motherless bastard!"
The person didn't expect to see An Jingzhi. As soon as she entered the door, she saw him staring at her with a gloomy face.
"What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly. Why don't you say it again so I can hear it?"
The woman was a little scared, but when she saw the wounds on her son's face, she immediately gathered her courage and said, "You, why are you so fierce? What's wrong? Do you want to hit someone again? Look at what your son has done to my son."
An Xiaojun became even more nervous when the woman pulled a boy over, and his struggling body trembled slightly.
He suppressed his fear and looked up at An Jingzhi: "Xiaojun didn't hit anyone!"
An Jingzhi glanced at the other person and was about to touch his evil head with his hand. An Xiaojun thought he was going to be beaten and quickly dodged his head.
An Jingzhi's hand missed.
He was stunned for a moment and continued to raise his hand.
This time, An Xiaojun didn't dare to hide anymore. He closed his eyes and waited for the slap.
However, he didn't expect that his father didn't hit him, but just touched his head lightly twice.
An Xiaojun looked up and stared at the other person blankly, as if trying to confirm whether this was his biological father.
So comfortable.
An Jingzhi looked up, his eyes fixed sharply on the woman across from him. "How can you be sure that Xiaojun was the one who injured your son?"
The woman was immediately furious: "My son came home crying and told me!"
An Jingzhi narrowed his eyes and looked dangerously at the child, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. "You said that the wound on your head was caused by Xiaojun?"
"You have to tell the truth, okay? Otherwise, uncle will find out you're lying."
An Jingzhi didn't say the rest of the words. Not only was the child scared, but the woman was also a little uneasy.
The original owner didn't have a good reputation in the village, and sometimes he would do mischief and ignore everyone.
The woman originally thought that An Jingzhi was not at home, so she dared to bring her son to seek justice. After all, the original owner was not at home at this time in the past.
The woman pulled her son back and said in a trembling voice, "I, I'm telling you, you, you better not do anything rash."
An Jingzhi glanced at An Xiaoqiu standing not far away, then looked down at An Xiaojun beside him and said, "Did Xiaojun hit him?"
An Xiaojun hurriedly shook his head. "Xiaojun didn't hit anyone. Xiaojun is a good boy. He fell on his own."
An Jingzhi glanced at the woman and continued to say to the child, "If you tell me the truth now, I won't mind. But if I ask you and your story is different from what others say, I will visit you every day."
The child was chubby and looked like a bear when standing next to his mother. He said that An Xiaojun beat him, but An Jingzhi didn't believe it.
Frightened by An Jingzhi's words, and remembering the village rumors about the original owner's brutal deeds, the child burst into tears and sobbed, "No, it wasn't An Xiaojun who hit me. It was me. I didn't catch up with him and fell into the ditch."
The woman had some idea about her son. As soon as her son opened his mouth, her face began to burn. She was completely humiliated and grabbed her son's ear viciously: "You little rascal, you fell down and you still blame others! I'll teach you a lesson today!" She picked up a thin stick on the ground and started beating him. The child screamed in pain.
\"Okay, fight back if you want. Now let's settle the score."\" An Jingzhi was too lazy to watch her act.
The woman put down the stick in her hand awkwardly. "Brother An, what else do you want to settle?"
An Jingzhi sneered: "Do you think I'm deaf? What did you say before you came in? Do you want me to repeat it?"
An Xiaoqiu, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but clench her fists when she thought of the vicious words she heard from the woman in the room. She and her siblings had heard too many such words since their mother passed away.
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