Rescue Little White Flower

Skilled in resisting the fists and feet that fell on her body, Shen Qingwei extracted the key words of her beating from her father's cursing tone, and connected them together to get the reason for the beating today.

Mother did not send money back.

In the past, when the mother was still there, although she and her mother would be beaten together, when the father was sober, he would go out to do some work, earn more or less money back, and keep the family running.

Later, the mother could not bear to escape from the house and go out to work. After only sending back the living expenses of the two children per month, the father stopped working and lived on the mother’s salary. Odd jobs.

Shen Qingwei always thought that as long as her mother went out long enough, one day she would stop sending money back.

People's hearts are always changing. Mother loves her, but she loves herself more than she loves her.

She should also love herself more.

It's just that she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

Father Zhao vented his anger, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

Shen Qingwei squatted on the ground for a while, then slowly stood up.

When resisting, Zhao's father's leather shoes hit her calf bone, and the sharp pain made her almost fall to the ground. She grabbed the wall and pressed her nails under a layer of newspaper pasted on it.

When the pain subsided to a tolerable level, Shen Qingwei randomly stuffed her homework into her schoolbag and rushed out of the house without hesitation.

Zhao Xingyue is waiting for the rabbit.

When lying on the hospital bed unable to move, she observed Shen Qingwei's life, knowing where she would hide and lick her wounds every time she was beaten.

An abandoned park.

Shen Qingwei seems to have a special affection for that place. Even though there are weeds and snakes and insects all over the place, the only bench lacks a piece of wood, and all the red paint has been removed. It is so worn out, but she still likes to go there. place.

Shen Qingwei rushed out of the house like wind and ran to her secret base. Who knew that she hadn't walked two steps, but she saw someone not far away, sitting on the only park bench, quietly reading.

She looks out of place with this place.

White shirt, jeans, straight back, reserved and noble posture.

It seems that the place where she is now is not a deserted park, but beside the fireplace of the palace, with warm flames burning beside her. She sits on the cushion of a high-back chair, and casually flips the incomprehensibility in her hands. Tome.

Her appearance seemed to disturb the girl, and the other side turned her head slightly, and his eyes fell on her.

Zhao Xingyue closed the book, "What a coincidence."

Shen Qingwei squeezed the schoolbag in her hand and said dryly: "What a coincidence."

...

Zhao Xingyue's excuse for Shen Qingwei's appearance was impeccable. She was in a bad mood and walked around, and when she saw this place was quiet, she sat down.

Shen Qingwei asked: "Aren't you going home?"

"Home?" Zhao Xingyue sneered, "It doesn't matter whether you return or not."

Shen Qingwei suddenly felt like finding a fellow traveler. She held her arm and said in anguish, "Me too."

"What's wrong with your face?"

Hearing Zhao Xingyue's questioning, Shen Qingwei subconsciously put her head aside, covered her father's bruise with her hand, and concealed in a panic: "It's nothing, just knocked."

"Oh."

Zhao Xingyue did not ask further, letting Shen Qingwei breathe a sigh of relief.

She didn't want to put her family's affairs in the eyes of others, regardless of whether the other party was out of good intentions or maliciousness.

But the next moment, her chin was picked up by a slender hand.

Zhao Xingyue squinted her eyes and looked at her bruise, "You are quite powerful, you can fall out of the effect of being punched."

Shen Qingwei smiled at her, her smile like a dried sponge twisted together.

"Shangguan Junhong troubled you?"

"Who is Shangguan Junhong?" Shen Qingwei asked subconsciously, and then realized that what Zhao Xingyue was talking about might be the gangster he encountered before. She hurriedly said, "No, no, it's not him."

"Who is that?"

Shen Qingwei's expression was a bit awkward, she whispered: "Can you not say it?"

There was earnestness in her voice, and her **** and white eyes were also shining, shining with a light that made people feel pity.

Zhao Xingyue couldn't harden her heart against such a face.

She let go, "You don't care about it yourself, then forget it."

"thanks."

Shen Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Zhao Xingyue from the bottom of her heart for fulfilling her dignity.

But in the next second, Zhao Xingyue stood up and stretched out her hand to her, "My house is nearby. If you don't mind, I will take you back for medicine. You don't want to take this injury to school tomorrow."

Shen Qingwei hesitated for a moment, followed her heart, and stood up.

She whispered: "Thank you."

Zhao Xingyue actually wanted to take Shen Qingwei directly away from the Shen family. After all, the current environment of the Shen family was really not a suitable place for growth.

But it is not the time yet.

Jingying Middle School provided Shen Qingwei with a free accommodation environment. She could have lived in the school directly and returned home during the winter and summer vacations, but she refused. Zhao Xingyue's reason could not be better guessed.

No matter how disgusting this family is, this place is her home after all.

She couldn't escape like a mother. Even her mother, after she had courageously fled from home, was still tied to her home by her sons and daughters and husbands. Knowing that the salary was in the hands of her husband, the sons and daughters could only pass through each other's fingers. Li begs for food, and still pays back the money every month.

Without the influence of Shangguan Junhong, according to the original fate, after Shen's mother stopped sending money home, the teacher found traces of Shen's father's domestic violence against Shen Qingwei, forced to live in the school, and called the police and asked the police to isolate themselves through personal connections. The contact between Shen's father and Shen Qingwei enabled each other to take the first step from the quagmire of the family.

So don't worry, everything has to be done slowly.

Shen Qingwei raised her chin and stared at the person who rubbed her medicine.

Zhao Xingyue is undoubtedly a very beautiful girl.

Her beauty is not only limited to appearance, but also deeper into the bones.

It seems that there are always so many people in this world, no matter how she looks, you will think she is beautiful when you look at her.

Zhao Xingyue is such a person.

Her facial features are not compact, so she outlines a sense of indifference, but when she looks at the bruise on her face and gently rubs it with her fingertips, Shen Qingwei involuntarily produces an illusion. ——This person who puts no one in his eyes is watching me wholeheartedly at this moment.

Her heart missed a beat inadvertently.

"Are there any injuries on the body?" Zhao Xingyue asked.

"No, no more."

Shen Qingwei's acting skills are as bad as ever.

Not to mention that Zhao Xingyue watched her get beaten and counted the number of kicks she was kicked. She just wanted to cover up her performance at this time, just like when Shangguan Junhong asked her for money.

Zhao Xingyue didn't talk nonsense with her, but lifted up her clothes directly.

Countless bruises appeared in her eyes instantly, and under the fresh traces were layers of old wounds.

Zhao Xingyue was silent.

She thought that Shen Qingwei would have a miserable life, but she did not expect it would be so miserable.

Shen Qingwei was a little embarrassed. Even if they were classmates who had been together for more than a year, she still felt embarrassed, "Don't look."

Zhao Xingyue's eyes changed, and her fingertips gently touched the scars, as if touching a fragile petal.

She asked in a tone that Shen Qingwei didn't understand, "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Xingyue also didn't quite understand where her anger came from. She only knew that when she saw these scars, the violent emotions instantly filled her chest, and she spent a lot of effort to suppress it. , Restrained in asking this almost nonsense question.

Shen Qingwei wanted to say it didn't hurt.

But when the cold fingertips fell on her skin, she suddenly told the truth, "It hurts."

Countless grievances swarmed.

She bit her lip, hid her crying cavity in her throat, and repeated it with a nasal voice, "It hurts."

Zhao Xingyue's fingertips trembled, but she didn't say anything in the end, just let Shen Qingwei take off her clothes so that she could give her medicine.

When being beaten, Shen Qingwei deliberately avoided the vital points, but the vulnerable areas of the back and calves could not be prevented from being bruised. In some places, the blood was dark and dark in color. When Zhao Xingyue touched it lightly, Shen Qingwei was in pain. Take a breath.

Rubbing the wound a little bit, the medicine in Zhao Xingyue's house is very good, and Shen Qingwei only feels that the place where the medicine was rubbed has a chill, and the original painful place seems to really relieved.

"Did you have meal?"

After rubbing the medicine, Zhao Xingyue asked suddenly.

Shen Qingwei was taken aback, and her belly answered the question on her behalf.

Zhao Xingyue put the medicine back into the medical box and said to her: "Let's go, go out to eat."

Shen Qingwei blushed, "No, no need, how embarrassing this is."

"Auntie has already prepared the meal and put it there," Zhao Xingyue shrugged, "It's a waste if you don't eat me alone. It's up to you."

Shen Qingwei stayed in the spirit of not wasting.

She can't tell what she thinks in her heart, it's a mess, she can't figure out her thoughts.

But it's rare for someone to show kindness to herself. She is like a person walking in the dark, and she suddenly sees a little light. Even if she knows that it may be a hope that may be shattered, she can't help but reach out and grab it before the light goes out.

Zhao Xingyue did a very good job of not talking about eating and sleeping.

Shen Qingwei looked at the slow movement of the other party, her face flushed slightly, and she slowed down, trying to look decent. Zhao Xingyue took a look at her, pushed a few dishes in front of her, and said in a commanding tone: "These are all yours, eat all of them, don't waste it."

Shen Qingwei stared at her with eyes wide open.

Zhao Xingyue lowered her head without looking at her.

A half-year-old child starved to death. At this time, Shen Qingwei was only a little over sixteen years old. It was when the growth and development needed nutrition. The food provided by Shen's father was only enough to be full, not nutritious and delicious. At this time, there was a large table of dishes. Placed in front of her, at first she still wanted to be reserved, not to lose face in front of her classmates, and soon she couldn't restrain herself, as Feng Juan Yun usually took all the things on the table into her belly.

"Let it go, Auntie will wash it tomorrow."

"No need, I'll be fine. After eating your meal, it's okay to wash the dishes."

Zhao Xingyue thought for a while, didn't refuse Shen Qingwei's hospitality, but instructed her how to use the hot water in the kitchen and where to put the tableware after washing.

After Shen Qingwei left, Zhao Xingyue fell on the bed and began to think of Shen Qingwei's current situation.

Her original idea was to let the school teacher find out about Shen Qingwei’s domestic violence in advance, arrange for her to live in the school compulsorily, isolate her from contact with the Shen family, but judging from the small body she saw when she applied medicine to Shen Qingwei, I’m afraid Shen Qingwei needs it. It's not just isolation.

I just don't know if Shen Qingwei is willing to be taken away by her.

Rejecting Zhao Xingyue's kindness to stay overnight, Shen Qingwei went home with her bulging belly. The light in the room was turned off, and her father didn't know where she went. She had just found a place to sit down when the door banged.

Standing outside the door were her brother and a charming woman.

Shen Qingzhi handed over five yuan and pointed out the door to her.

Shen Qingwei grabbed her schoolbag, took the money, and walked out in silence.

The door of the house closed behind her, and the not-so-good sound-proof door panel sent a man's teasing and a woman's anger.

The Shen family lived in a row of shack-like flat-panel houses, with dozens of families crowded together, and one room often lived with a family of three or four or more.

The toilet is public. At the end of a row of houses, you have to carry water to take a bath. After Shen Qingwei's brother was fifteen years old, he had money in his hand and often took a woman home, in the only room where four people lived. , What he wants to do, only to drive Shen Qingwei out.

When she was young, she could still let her squat in the partitioned room. Now she is big after all, and both of them are embarrassed listening to the corner.

There is still class tomorrow, Shen Qingwei is standing outside holding five yuan, looking up at the starry sky with a confused expression.