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Song Fuyu dragged a small woven bag out from under the bed, which contained all the belongings of the original owner. Even such a small woven bag was not full, and it was full of tattered clothes that Liu Qiaoyu and Song Xiuxiu didn't want, and they were very patchy. Shabby.

I originally wanted to change my clothes, but after thinking for a moment, I decided to keep the most original appearance after the injury. This appearance can attract sympathy and be more convincing.

She pretended to be dizzy and staggered from the kitchen to the living room, but it was empty.

The stepmother and the others seemed to have gone out, and the door was closed tightly at this time.

She vaguely remembered hearing a sharp female voice when she was about to wake up.

But no one is just right, which is more conducive to her plan.

Song Fuyu opened the old-fashioned door lock and left his house.

Their house is located on the third floor of this Tongzi building. It is a small house with two bedrooms, one living room and a kitchen. It also has a small utility room, which later became Song Xiuxiu's room.

The previous owner of this house was Lin Yuanxi, because she was the workshop leader of the steel factory at the time and was qualified to be allocated a house.

Otherwise, as the original owner's father, Song Hao, was an ordinary workshop worker at that time, he didn't know how many years and months he would have to work before it would be his turn to be allocated a room.

Song Fuyu quickly went through all the residents in this building in his mind, and finally selected a person who lived on the second floor.

The other party was Li Cuiping, the original owner’s mother’s best friend during her lifetime in the factory.

Because Li Cuiping had a very close relationship with the original owner's biological mother, Lin Yuanxi, she helped take care of the original owner during the period after Lin Yuanxi's death.

But after Song Hao married Liu Qiaoyu, Liu Qiaoyu didn't want the original owner to get along too much with people who were familiar with her biological mother during her lifetime, so she usually restricted the original owner from going to Li Cuiping's house to play. If she was discovered, a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots would be waiting for her.

Over time, even if the original owner came home from school and saw Li Cuiping at the stairs, he would simply say hello and then run away quickly.

Song Fuyu came to the second floor, adjusted the expression on her face, returned to her weak and pitiful appearance, and knocked on the door that she had not knocked on for more than ten years.

"Who?"

"Aunt Cuiping, it's me, Song Fuyu."

When she knocked on the door, she just wanted to give it a try. She didn't know if the people inside would go to work today.

Fortunately, there was someone in the house at this time.

Li Cuiping had a day off today and thought she was hallucinating when she heard Song Fuyu's name.

She quickly stood up and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, he saw that Song Fuyu's head was covered in blood and there were many dark marks on his clothes.

The expression on her face changed from shock to distress, and then her eyes turned red.

"Fuyu, what's wrong with you?"

"Did your father and your stepmother beat you?"

"Come in first and then talk."

She wiped away her tears and wanted to step forward to help Song Fuyu, but she refused.

"Aunt Cuiping, I won't enter your house today. It's unlucky."

The Song Fuyu of the past would not have cared about good luck or bad luck. At this time, she had other things to do and just wanted to get to where she wanted to go quickly.

After Li Cuiping heard what she said, she was moved, guilty, self-blame... all kinds of emotions surged in her heart, and her tears couldn't stop flowing out.

What a good girl, she was tortured to the point of being dehumanized.

"Fuyu, do you have something to ask me about?"

She obviously lived in the same building, but she almost forgot how many years ago it was the last time Song Fuyu came to her house. She obviously lived upstairs and downstairs.

In the past, she would go to Song's house to check on her condition, but later she discovered that every time she went to Song's house, Song Fuyu would have bruises on her body the next day.

At first, they would go to Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu to argue with each other, but in the end, the two people faced each other and did the same thing.

He promised well on his lips, but he hit him even harder behind his back.

Gradually, in order to prevent little Song Fuyu from being beaten any more, she almost stopped going to the Song family.

"Aunt Cuiping, are you free now? I want you to accompany me to the steel factory. I want to find the leader of the factory."

Li Cuiping decisively agreed.

He ran back to the kitchen, picked up what was cooking on the stove, locked the door, went downstairs, pushed out his bicycle, and took Song Fuyu to the steel plant.

On the way, Song Fuyu told Li Cuiping what happened today.

Li Cuiping was so angry that she gripped the handle of the car tightly, with veins popping out on the back of her hands. She kept scolding Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu for not being human.

Tongzilou is not far from the steel factory, and it takes more than ten minutes by bike to get there.

After entering from the gate booth, Li Cuiping led Song Fuyu not to enter the work area through the gate with the most people, but around to the side door.

This can avoid meeting Song Hao as much as possible in the process of looking for a leader.

I have to say that this choice is very correct.

As soon as the two of them entered through the side door, Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu hurried out of the door. Liu Qiaoyu looked panicked, while Song Hao looked serious.

"What did you say you mother and daughter did!"

"In the past, when I was away, you beat her, made her work, and made small fights. I pretended not to see it. But now my head is broken. If the leaders of the factory find out about this, everyone will suffer. .”

Song Hao roared angrily at Liu Qiaoyu.

Although he really doesn't like the daughter from his ex-wife because she looks too much like her mother.

Every time he saw her face, he would feel extremely inferior, thinking that others kept talking about him in private that he was not as capable as his ex-wife.

"Fortunately you didn't send her to the hospital. If everyone knew about it, I want you to look good!"

"Don't worry, head of the house, Xiuxiu and I carried her to the bed. It shouldn't be that serious."

She had beaten that little bitch to blood before. Every time she would lie down for a while, she would get up to work again. Nothing happened to her before. It should be similar this time.

Isn't it just that her head was knocked open a little, it doesn't matter, that girl is too rough to die.

..........

Song Fuyu, who entered from the side door on the other side, met Fang Hui, who was the workshop team leader with the original owner's mother, and was now the workshop supervisor.

Fang Hui was shocked when she saw the two people in front of her, especially Song Fuyu who had blood on his head and clothes.

"You...are you Lin Yuanxi's daughter?"

The last time Fang Hui saw Song Fuyu was at Lin Yuanxi's funeral.

She remembered that the little Song Fuyu was sitting on her knees at the edge of the mourning hall, watching the adults walk in from the door of the mourning hall with a curious expression, and then went out again soon.

She was probably only two or three years old at the time. She probably didn't know what happened at all, and she probably didn't know that the person lying in the coffin was her own mother.

The adults asked her to kneel on the ground, and she knelt obediently without crying or making trouble.

I haven't seen Song Fuyu for more than ten years. The reason why I could recognize her immediately was because she looked so much like Lin Yuanxi.

Even though the little girl in front of her was extremely thin compared to the former Lin Yuanxi, she still couldn't hide her beautiful face that resembled Lin Yuanxi's.

A pair of big watery eyes, bright and clear, as if they could talk.

Fang Hui seemed to see a stubborn look in her eyes at this moment.

"Hello, aunt, I am Song Fuyu, Lin Yuanxi's daughter."

The person in front of me obviously knew the original owner’s mother.

After seeing her, her expression was full of surprise, curiosity and worry. She must have had a good relationship with the original owner's mother. Song Fuyu greeted her politely.

Seeing that she did not admit her mistake, Fang Hui's expression became more serious.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"