It was late at night and a crescent moon rose in the sky.
The moonlight shines on the quiet courtyard of the Bi family.
Without the crying and noise during the day, people's hearts are even more restless.
…
Bi Yue turned over and closed her eyes tiredly, but when she closed her eyes, the chaotic scenes in the evening still came to her mind.
The feeling of frustration devoured Bi Yue's heart.
The unexpected appearance of the child made her so stubborn and single-minded that she couldn't analyze things rationally.
My mind is in a mess, my physical condition is very poor, and my IQ seems to be off the charts.
As for the other rooms, no one was asleep.
Including Goudan, everyone seemed to have bitterness in their mouths and was extremely worried.
Gou Daner asked Bi Cheng: "Brother, what should I do?"
…
But in my parents' room, no one spoke.
Bi Tiegang put one hand behind his head, wondering what he was thinking about.
Liu Yafang patted Bi Tiegang on the back. Just that one night, her eyes were blurred from crying.
It hurts when I touch it, and I feel like I can't open my eyes.
When I think of my eyes, they feel like they are about to go blind from crying. I remember the first time I felt blurry and painful, it was because my daughter took medicine to commit suicide.
Some time ago, Bi Yue ran away from home again. She was so angry that she almost collapsed and was beaten up. In the end, she had to go over and put on a good face first.
Now my daughter is a good college student with a bright future, but she got pregnant before marriage.
Liu Yafang was exhausted.
It’s true that no other girl is as good at making money as her daughter.
But it is true that no other girl can compare to her daughter in making people angry.
Raising a son or daughter is a debt owed from a previous life. Raising this daughter is more worrying than raising ten sons.
Liu Yafang couldn't help but sigh: "Alas!"
Bi Tiegang sighed, frowned, and pounded his chest with his fist.
He kept thinking: What a coward as a father! He passed by the Chu family twice and stood at the gate, not daring to go in.
The three-story building, the sentry standing guard at the door, the large iron gate that cars could drive through, the large courtyard, and the official positions of the family made him afraid to go and seek justice.
He stood there stupidly and encouraged himself several times. His daughter might have suffered a great loss in her life. Wasn't that enough for him to step into the door?
She is my only daughter. If she is bullied, shouldn’t her father stand up for her?
But he...
When he first saw what happened with Dashan, Bi Tiegang thought that Dai's father was unreasonable.
One is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten, so how can you be picky?
But now thinking about myself again, it is always the woman who suffers. Which parent doesn't want their child to marry well?
Thinking of this, Bi Tiegang felt his heart aching and he quickly rubbed his chest.
The more I think about it, the more pathetic I feel.
Even if he is unreasonable, he still needs capital. He is not Dai's father, he is an incompetent father!
He was so incompetent in front of his children that he didn't even dare to tell his wife, with whom he had spent most of his life.
That he had passed by the Chu family? That he didn't have the courage to go find them? He was afraid that his wife would look down on him and call him a coward.
Liu Yafang rubbed her eyes with two fingers and did not turn around, but she could feel that Bi Tiegang was not asleep either, so she asked casually:
"What's wrong with you?"
Bi Tiegang said in a hoarse voice, gasping for breath:
"Make more delicious food for your daughter, and stop saying useless things to her face. If she keeps getting upset, she might run away or harm her health, and we'll both regret it. Don't go to the restaurant these few days, take care of her. Nothing is more important than a child's health. There's nothing we can't get over."
"Well. It's already like this, what else can I say? But you have to..."
Liu Yafang turned over and opened her eyes to look over, which startled her. Although the room was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight from the yard outside, she couldn't see clearly.
But her intuition was not good. Bi Tiegang never slept hunched over.
"What's wrong with you? Huh?!"
Bi Tiegang swallowed hard and said, "Go, get me your heart medicine."
When Liu Yafang stepped over Bi Tiegang and was about to get out of bed, she was so anxious that she almost fell down. She searched the drawer for medicine and poured it out. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't count how many pills there were. She poured out a rough amount and quickly stuffed it into Bi Tiegang's mouth.
Bi Tiegang was lying there with medicine in his mouth to relieve his depressed mood, while Liu Yafang was sitting beside him, covering her eyes and sobbing.
Bi Tie just recovered from the pain in his chest. He rubbed his face. The medicine in his mouth had not yet completely dissolved, but he didn't care about himself. He patted Liu Yafang, who was crying beside him, and muttered vaguely:
"Stop crying. Don't you want your eyes anymore? You'll wake them up if you cry again. Huh?"
Liu Yafang burst into tears: "You have to be well. If anything happens to you, this family will be completely ruined."
Liu Yafang kept crying quietly for two or three minutes. Bi Tiegang swallowed all the medicine, supported himself and took the cup of water, then said:
"Got it. I can't fall down. I still have to find that damned brat and give him a beating."
At the same time as these words fell, the "dead kid" who had just landed in a distant sea area got off the plane with his left arm raised and a hipster smile on his lips.
Lei Ming, captain of the special brigade, looked at the shadows jumping down one after another in boots. He pursed his lips, not wanting to show a trace of a smile, for fear that these self-righteous guys would become proud.
In the middle of the night, guys in camouflage uniforms came over one after another in groups of three or five, talking and laughing.
Their faces were covered in dirty oil paint and their bodies were covered in mud from head to toe. One could imagine the struggle they had at the southern border.
Even when a man with a gunshot wound in the leg was carried down from the plane, and there were wounded soldiers being carried by the neck and waist, one could only feel from a distance that they were filled with glorious excitement.
There is no sadness, only the calmness of treating the injury as an ordinary and trivial matter.
Among these special forces soldiers who looked like they were cast from the same mold, Lei Ming, with his hands on his hips, could tell which one was Chu Yifeng from a long distance?
Because the bass was yelling, "Wang Daniu, where are the cookies in my pocket?"
Wang Daniu said with a playful smile: "I ate it while you were taking the anesthesia. We're so hungry, Captain? We need to eat!"
Lei Ming shouted at the crowd coming from a distance, waving his hands and shouting:
"Snack! Noodles with soybean paste!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone roared and released their passion that had not yet burned out.
The lights in the small cafeteria were on, and the whole place was filled with the sound of people slurping noodles.
The headlights shone on those tired faces.
The headlights also shone on the special forces soldiers one by one. Although several of them were not taken away by the military doctors, they all suffered injuries of varying degrees.
The headlights shone on Chu Yifeng's injured arm, which had seven stitches. Blood had seeped through the white gauze, and there was black mud under his fingernails.
But even though he was once such a fastidious person, he now eats just as much as anyone else, even though he rolls noodles with one hand. (To be continued.)
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