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After walking for a while from the police station, the girl held Mo You's hand and exclaimed in a low voice, "Grandma Cang, you are so awesome!"

He can still beat a strong young man at such an old age.

"It's not that I can beat him, it's that he doesn't dare to fight back." Moyou stretched out a finger and shook it in front of the girl.

Her age is no joke. As long as a man doesn't want to get into trouble, he has to let her go.

"That Grandma Cang is also very powerful." The girl smiled and leaned on Moyou's arm.

Mo You stretched out his finger and nodded her head, "Stop praising me all the time. Have you learned how to resist and protect your own rights?"

"Then, then I'll beat them too?" The girl looked at Moyou hesitantly.

"What are you going to do? How old are you?" Mo Youhen poked her head back and forth.

33 curled his lips, I didn’t learn it from you.

"Call the police! If you have any trouble, call the police!"

"Oh." The girl rubbed her red forehead and nodded in understanding. She raised a smile, "I remember it, Grandma Cang."

Although there was a small episode, it didn't stop them from going on their way.

The girl was still young and had never traveled far by herself. She had long forgotten the way home, so she relied on 33 to point the way.

The tricycle bumped along the road, and the scenery along the way gradually changed into something familiar to the girl.

She took a deep breath, but she still felt panicked and scared.

At this moment, a slight intention to retreat suddenly arose.

The girl looked up at Mo You, her silver hair swaying in the wind. Although she was smiling, she was not as kind and kind as before.

"Grandma Cang, I'm scared." The girl gently put her head on Moyou's lap.

Moyou looked at the scenery around him curiously and rubbed the girl's cheek dishonestly with one hand.

"Don't be afraid, the worst result is to become an orphan."

At worst, think of a way to kill her parents. Is it hard to deal with the rest without her parents?

"Ah?" The girl's eyes widened in confusion.

Patting her face, Moyou took back his hand, "You just need to be determined about what you want, and the rest will be..."

"Leave it to Grandma Cang?" The girl sat up excitedly.

Mo You looked up at the sky and completed the second half of the sentence, "Just leave it to fate."

The girl curled her lips and lay on Moyou without saying a word.

The enthusiastic tricycle lady placed Moyou and the others at the gate of the village, waved to them, and walked away.

The girl took Mo You to her former home. The hand she held Mo You was sweaty.

"Haha, the puppy is back." On the road, I met a boy who was about the same age as the girl. When he saw the girl, his eyes lit up for a moment, and he grabbed a piece of mud and threw it at her.

"Wang Jiadong! You!"

The girl reflexively blocked it with her hands, but the clod of earth did not hit her as expected.

She opened her eyes and saw Grandma Cang leisurely wiping the dust on her crutches.

When the boy named Wang Jiadong saw that it was not hit, he took out a bag of biscuits from his pocket and waved to the girl, "Hey, hey, hey, come here, I'll give it to you."

His hands hurt from being pinched. Moyou lowered his head and saw the girl's livid face and her eyes filled with hatred.

Sensing her gaze, the girl raised her head and forced a smile.

"What a bad boy." Moyou muttered to herself. The crutch found a stone on the ground. She exerted force on it and the stone was knocked away by the crutch.

It hit the boy right on the head.

"Ah!" Wang Jiadong closed his eyes subconsciously, and the stone hit his forehead, and then fell on his feet.

There was warm liquid flowing down from his head. He reached out to touch it, but the bright red on his fingertips hurt his eyes.

"Blood...I'm bleeding..." Wang Jiadong's hands were shaking and his eyes were frightened.

"Ouch, Mom! Mom!"

He cried loudly and ran home wildly, shouting for his mother.

"His mother is very cruel." The girl was a little worried. Wang Jiadong teased her before. She resisted and scratched Wang Jiadong's arm, and his mother found out.

That day, the door to their home was kicked open, and Wang Jiadong's mother stood at the door and cursed.

My parents couldn't scold anyone they caught, so they had to cover the ears of my elder brother and younger brother.

Dad casually pointed to where she lived and said, "That girl is there. You can go find her yourself and don't bother us."

Wang Jiadong's mother shut up without saying anything, opened the door to the girl's room in a hurry, and pulled her off the bed while she was reading.

He took her outside the yard and used the filthiest words to describe her as the most despicable child.

The girl lowered her head, and could still feel the gazes of the spectators piercing her body like needles.

"I didn't hit him, he hit me, and I stopped him with my hand." It was so ugly that the girl mustered up the courage to yell out this sentence.

Wang Jiadong's mother's face instantly turned ugly. No one knew the nature of her child better than her.

But of course she had to protect her child, so she became furious, grabbed the girl and slapped her twice.

"You little bitch dares to throw dirty water on my son."

The girl was knocked to the ground by her, and Wang Jiadong's mother spat and walked away.

After the crowd of onlookers dispersed, her father dragged her back with a gloomy look.

The idiot brother clapped his hands aside, "Hit! Beat her, beat her to death!"

The mother hugged her younger brother and looked on coldly, and the younger brother also imitated his elder brother's words, "beat her to death, beat her to death!"

That night she was beaten half to death with a stick, but her father didn't hit her in the face. The next day, he took her to the county hospital with two huge slap marks on her face.

After getting the injury assessment, my father went to Wang Jiadong's house and was beaming when he came back.

It was rare that he gave her a look that told her to go play with Wang Jiadong next time.

Later, Wang Jiadong told her that her father went to Wang's house and asked for a lot of money, otherwise he would call the police and have his mother locked up in the police station.

Unknowingly, she walked to the door of her house, her eyes fell on the yard that was exactly the same as in her memory, and the girl stroked her cheek.

It hurts.

A tired woman came out, carrying a two or three-year-old child on her back.

Seeing someone standing at her door, she looked around curiously.

Until she saw the girl next to Mo You, surprise flashed across her face. She hurriedly returned to the house and pulled out a scrawled man.

The man was extremely impatient and scolded her as he walked. He was stunned when he saw the girl.

The girl looked back quietly, but the hand she held on Moyou was not as calm as her face.

It was Mo You who took the lead to break the situation. She said, "Can we go in and talk about something?"

The man's face changed, he took his wife and children and walked inside, slamming the door mercilessly.

But the door did not close as they expected, but bounced and opened again.

The man looked down and saw a cane blocking the door.

When he looked up again, an old man's face appeared in the crack of the door, with a smile on his face and a pair of cool and penetrating eyes that could almost see through him.