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As soon as he entered the hospital, Du Xiangqian heard a familiar cry of a child.

"Woooo. I'm sorry, mom. I was wrong. Don't hit me."

"Mom. It hurts!"

"Do you hurt?" Du Juan's raised slap fell on the little girl's back again, with an angry and disgusted expression on his face, "If it wasn't for you, how could I be so unlucky?"

"It's all you, all your fault!"

The little girl sat slumped on the ground, wiping her tears with both hands. Her legs were very thin, limp and twisted in an awkward posture.

Du Xiangqian saw it, and there was a flash of distress in his eyes. He hurried forward and hugged the girl on the ground to comfort him.
"Dodo, are you okay?"

Seeing Du Xiangqian, Duoduo let out a 'wow', cried even louder, and cried in convulsions, not to mention how wronged he was.

"Sister," Du Qianqian stared at Du Juan, "what are you doing? Why are you hitting so much?"

Seeing Du Qianqian, Du Juan snorted softly, and pointed at the little girl angrily, "Ask her to see what good things she has done!"

Du Qianqian looked at the little girl in his arms, and comforted him gently, "Don't be afraid, tell uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Sobbing, Duoduo said intermittently, "Mom, let me wash the dishes. I accidentally broke the bowl."

"I'm sorry, it's so wrong!"

Du Xiangqian touched Duoduo's little head distressedly, and comforted him in a gentle voice, "Duoduo, it's not your fault!"

"Don't apologize!"

Du Qianqian looked at Du Juan angrily, "Sister, how old is Duo Duo, so you let her do the dishes?"

"Besides, Duoduo has bad legs, how can you make her work?"

"Why can't she work?" Du Juan said plausibly, and even showed a look of being good for her daughter on her face.

"She is already disabled, if she doesn't make herself more useful, she will only drag others down in the future."

"Sister," Du Xiangqian disagreed very much, "How many years are still young, even if you want her to do something, you have to wait until she grows up!"

Du Juan bit her lip and remained silent. After a while, she said with disgust and resentment,
"I just don't want to see her," Du Juan said, his eye circles turned red, as if he had been greatly stimulated and wronged,
"Why, why is she a cripple?"

"It's not my son, I admit it, why is she not even a normal person!"

"What did I do wrong? God wants to punish me like this?"

Looking at the grief-stricken Du Juan, Du Qianqian stepped forward with some distress, and hugged Du Juan's shoulders,

"Sister, it'll be fine," Du Xiangqian didn't have any confidence in what he said to himself, he muttered to himself, as if he was speaking to Du Juan, or to himself,
"It will get better and better!"

The quarrel in the Du family attracted many people in the courtyard to look at them.

Facing everyone's watching eyes, Du Xiangqian felt irritated for no reason. He hated the peeping and malicious eyes, so he dragged Du Juan into the house.

In the room, Du Weimin was still lying on the bed. He drank alcohol yesterday, and he still hasn't woken up after getting drunk.

Gu Qingrou was lying on another small bed, coughing non-stop, thin and sickly, she was much older than before, her hair was half white, and her eyes were full of vicissitudes and lifelessness.

Some time ago, Gu Qingrou was ill. In order to treat Gu Qingrou, Du Xiangqian borrowed money from someone, but now he has no money to pay back.

Seeing that Du Xiangqian came back, Gu Qingrou supported her body and wanted to sit up, Du Qianqian hurried over, reached out and gently pressed Gu Qingrou onto the bed,

"Mom, lie down and rest."

Gu Qingrou tried to squeeze out a weak smile, coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice,
"Lying in bed all day, if you are not sick, you will get sick."

Then, Gu Qingrou saw the bruises on the corners of Du Xiangqian's mouth and eyes, and immediately became nervous.

"Son, what happened to the wound on your face?"

Du Xiangqian subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his face, but was a step too late. Gu Qingrou struggled to sit up, reached out to grab Du Qianqian's hand, carefully looked at the wound on his face, and said angrily,
"Who beat this?"

"Have you called the police?"

"Well," Du Xiangqian nodded perfunctorily, lowered his head, and nodded casually, "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

After Du Xiangqian finished speaking, he put Duoduo in his arms on the bed, "Mom, have you eaten yet?"

Gu Qingrou shook her head, "Not yet, remember to apply medicine to the wound on your face."

Du Xiangqian nodded, then paused again, "Look at Duoduo, I'll cook."

Du Xiangqian cleaned up the broken bowls on the ground first, and then continued to wash the rest of the bowls to cook.

Since Du Weimin was released, he seemed to be a different person. He didn't do anything all day long. He either fell asleep or asked Du Qianqian for money to buy wine and get himself drunk.

After Gu Qingrou came out, her health has not been good. Not to mention she often gets sick, she is not as energetic as before.

Except for Du Xiangqian, no one washed the dishes at home.

The room is too small, and the briquette stove can only be placed under the outer wall.

Du Xiangqian walked to the briquette stove, picked up the kettle and saw that the briquettes had been extinguished.
Du Xiangqian had no choice but to hold a new briquette with his tongs. He exchanged a lighted briquette with a neighbor, put it back in the stove, and started a fire.

Du Qianqian went back to the house, opened the bag, and saw that there were not many noodles left in it, probably not enough for several members of the family.

Du Xiangqian sighed, and walked out the door with the bag in hand. The pot was placed on the briquette stove, and it was filled with water.

Wait for the water to boil, put the noodles in, put some salt and soy sauce, this is also a meal.

After the noodles were cooked, Du Xiangqian picked up the washed bowl and chopsticks, picked up a bowl of noodles, and brought them into the room to Gu Qingrou, "Mom, eat the noodles."

"Hey," Gu Qingrou responded, took the bowl and chopsticks that Du Qianqian handed her, bowed her head and ate, she was indeed hungry.

Du Juan picked up the bowls and chopsticks on his own, scooped up a bowl of noodles and ate them.

Du Xiangqian didn't say anything, picked up a small bowl and scooped up half a bowl of noodles for Duoduo.

When the noodle soup was hot, Du Qianqian moved a small table in front of Duoduo, put the small bowl on the table, and handed the chopsticks to Duoduo.

"Eat slowly, don't burn it."

"Thank you uncle," said Duoduo very well-behaved and sensible.

There were not many noodles left in the pot, so Du Xiangqian scooped up all the remaining noodles in the pot and was about to eat them when Du Weimin woke up.

After Du Weimin woke up, he smelled the aroma of food, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice,
"I'm hungry!"

"Give me food, I'm hungry!"

Du Xiangqian had picked up the noodles in the bowl and was about to eat it, but when he heard this, he paused, thought for a while, sighed, and brought the bowl to Du Weimin,
"Dad, eat noodles."

Du Weimin took the bowl and chopsticks, lowered his head, and immediately muttered dissatisfiedly,
"Why boiled noodles? Not even an egg?"

Listening to Du Weimin's endless complaints, Du Xiangqian pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. At this time, the hunger in his stomach and physical and mental exhaustion gradually superimposed, making him physically and mentally exhausted.

Du Xiangqian walked out of the door with a sullen face, sat on the small bench by the door, picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of noodle soup for himself.

The whole day today, he hardly ate anything, and he was even beaten. He was already in a bad mood, let alone a hot meal when he got home.

He cooked for himself, but he couldn't eat a bite himself.

Du Qianqian showed a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head to drink the noodle soup.

He was young, he ate a lot, and he was hungry quickly, but now he only drank noodle soup, and his stomach could not be filled at all.

But in order to fill his stomach, he could only drink a few mouthfuls of noodle soup.

After Du Juan finished his meal, he put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and left.

It is inconvenient for several people in the family to sleep in the same room. To avoid suspicion, a rope is tied to the side of the shelf bed. An old sheet is sewn on the rope. Like a curtain, the sheet can be pulled to form an independent room. small space.

Du Juan walked to the bed, pulled the sheet, and began to change clothes.

Seeing this, Gu Qingrou sighed softly, ate the last mouthful of noodles, and said hesitantly,
"Xiaojuan, are you going out again?"

Du Juan's muffled voice came from behind the curtain, "Yes."

Gu Qingrou hesitated to speak, "It's getting dark, where are you going?"

"Of course I went to find a job," Du Juan changed her clothes, picked up the shoes by the bed and put them on, then opened her bag, found the lipstick inside, and applied it skillfully.

"Several members of the family have to eat. If I don't work, I will lean on the front person. Can he support the family?"

There is nothing wrong with hearing this at first, but "but" Gu Qingrou obviously didn't believe it,

"It's getting dark, which factory still recruits workers?"

"You can go out in the daytime tomorrow."

"No," Du Juan painted his own eyebrows in the mirror, and said casually,

"Those people our family knew before, now wish to be far away from our house, and everyone we can count on."

"If I want to find a job, I can only get to know more capable people, so that I can match me up"

Hearing this, Gu Qingrou sighed softly, "Then you...then you come back early."

"Well," Du Juan finally put on her makeup, got up and was about to go out, Duoduo looked at Du Juan eagerly, eyes full of reluctance, and said in a low voice,

"Mom, come back early!"

"Don't talk to me," Du Juan turned around abruptly, glaring at Duoduo viciously, his eyes full of disgust,
"Talking to you makes me sick!"

After Du Juan finished speaking, regardless of how frightened Duoduo was about to cry, she turned around and strode away from home.

Sitting at the door, Du Qianqian looked at Du Juan's leaving back, lowered his head helplessly, enduring the hunger in his stomach.