Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

Skillfully resisting the fists and kicks falling on her body, Shen Qingwei extracted the key words of her beating from her father's cursing tone, connected them together, and came up with the reason for being beaten today.

Mother did not send money back.

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

Later, the mother couldn't bear to escape from the house and went out to work. After sending back the living expenses of the two children each month, the father stopped working completely and lived on the mother's salary. Only when he really had no money would he think of working. odd jobs.

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

People's hearts are subject to change. 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 soon.

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

Shen Qingwei squatted on the ground for a long time before slowly standing up.

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

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

Zhao Xingyue is sitting on the sidelines.

When she was lying on the hospital bed and couldn't move, she observed Shen Qingwei's daily life and knew where she would hide and lick her wound every time she was beaten.

An abandoned park.

Shen Qingwei seems to have a special affection for that place, even though there are overgrown weeds, snakes and insects everywhere, the only bench is missing a piece of wood, all the red paint has faded, and it is unbelievably dilapidated, but she still likes to go there place.

Shen Qingwei rushed out of the house like a wind, and ran to her secret base, but she didn't take two steps, but she saw a person not far away, sitting on the only park bench, reading a book quietly.

She looked out of place in this place.

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

It seems that the place she is now is not a deserted park, but beside the fireplace of a palace, a warm flame is burning around her, she is sitting on the cushion of the high-backed chair, leisurely flipping through the mysterious and incomprehensible book in her hand. Tome.

Her appearance seemed to have disturbed the girl. The girl turned her head slightly, and her 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, walked around, saw that the place was quiet, and sat down.

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

"Home?" Zhao Xingyue sneered, "It doesn't matter if you go back or not."

Shen Qingwei suddenly had the feeling of finding a fellow traveler. She hugged her arm and said distressedly: "Me too."

"What's wrong with your face?"

Hearing Zhao Xingyue's question, Shen Qingwei subconsciously turned her head aside, covered the bruise that her father had punched out with her hand, and said in a panic, "It's nothing, it was just a knock."

"Oh."

Zhao Xingyue didn't ask, which made Shen Qingwei heave a sigh of relief.

She didn't want to put her family's affairs in the eyes of others, no matter whether the other party was out of kindness or malice.

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

Zhao Xingyue squinted her eyes and looked at her bruises, "You're pretty good, you can fall like you've been punched."

Shen Qingwei smiled at her, her smile was twisted together like dried sponges.

"Did Shangguan Junhong trouble you?"

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

"Who is that?"

Shen Qingwei looked a little embarrassed, she whispered: "Can I not say it?"

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

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

She let go of her hand, "You don't care about it yourself, so forget it."

"Thank you."

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

But in the next second, Zhao Xingyue stood up and extended his hand to her, "My house is nearby, if you don't mind, I'll take you back to get medicine, you don't want to go to school with this injury tomorrow."

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

She whispered, "Thank you."

Zhao Xingyue actually really wanted to take Shen Qingwei away from the Shen family. After all, the current environment of the Shen family is really not a suitable place to grow up.

But now is not the time.

Jingying Middle School provided Shen Qingwei with free accommodation. She could live in the school directly and go home during winter and summer vacations, but she refused. The reason is hard for Zhao Xingyue to guess.

No matter how much she hated this family, this place was her home after all.

She couldn't escape like her mother. Even her mother, after mustering up all the courage to escape from home, was still tied up by her children's husband. Li begs for food, and still returns the money every month.

If there is no influence of Shangguan Junhong, according to the original fate, after Shen's mother no longer sent money home, the teacher discovered the traces of Shen's father's domestic violence against Shen Qingwei, forced him to live in school, and called the police, and asked the police to isolate him through his personal connections. The contact between Shen's father and Shen Qingwei made the other party take the first step out of the family's quagmire.

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

Shen Qingwei raised her chin and stared at the person who applied the medicine to herself.

Zhao Xingyue is undoubtedly a very beautiful girl.

Her beauty is not limited to appearance, but goes deeper into her bones.

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

Zhao Xingyue is such a person.

Her facial features were not compact, so she outlined a cold and loose feeling, but when she looked at the bruises on her face and rubbed them gently with her fingertips, Shen Qingwei couldn't help but have an illusion ——This person who despises everyone is watching me wholeheartedly at this moment.

Her heart skipped a beat inadvertently.

"Are you still injured?" Zhao Xingyue asked.

"No, no more."

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

Not to mention that Zhao Xingyue watched her being beaten, she could count how many times she was kicked, but her behavior of trying to hide it at this time was the same as when Shangguan Junhong asked her for money.

Zhao Xingyue didn't talk nonsense to her, and directly lifted up her clothes.

Countless bruises appeared in her eyes in an instant, and beneath the fresh marks were layers of old wounds.

Zhao Xingyue was silent.

She thought that Shen Qingwei would have a miserable life, but she didn't expect it to be that miserable.

Shen Qingwei was a little embarrassed, even though the two 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 those scars, as if touching a fragile flower petal.

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

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

Shen Qingwei originally wanted to say that it didn't hurt.

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

Countless grievances swarmed in.

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

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

When being beaten, Shen Qingwei deliberately avoided the vital points, but the back and calves, which were vulnerable to attack, could not avoid bruises, and some places were bruised and darkened. Zhao Xingyue touched it lightly, and Shen Qingwei fell down in pain. Take a breath.

Little by little, the wound was rubbed open. The medicine at Zhao Xingyue's house was very good. Shen Qingwei only felt a coolness in the area where the medicine was applied, and the pain seemed to be really relieved.

"Did you have meal?"

After applying the medicine, Zhao Xingyue asked suddenly.

Shen Qingwei was taken aback, her stomach answered the question instead.

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

Shen Qingwei's face turned red, "No, no need, it's so embarrassing."

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

Shen Qingwei stayed in the spirit of not wasting.

She couldn't tell what was going on in her mind, it was a mess, she couldn't sort out her thoughts.

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

Zhao Xingyue did a good job of eating and sleeping without talking.

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

Shen Qingwei stared at her with wide eyes.

Zhao Xingyue lowered his head and did not meet her gaze.

Half a child starved to death of Lao Tzu, Shen Qingwei was just over 16 years old at this time, when growth and development needed nutrition, the food provided by Shen's father was only enough to fill the stomach, it was not nutritious and delicious at all. In front of her, at first she wanted to be reserved, not to lose face in front of her classmates, but soon she couldn't restrain herself, and took all the things on the table into her stomach like a storm.

"Leave it alone, Auntie will wash it tomorrow."

"No, no, I'll just come. After eating your meal, it's nothing to wash the dishes."

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

After Shen Qingwei left, Zhao Xingyue fell on the bed, and only then did she begin to think about Shen Qingwei's current situation.

Her original idea was to let the school teachers find out about Shen Qingwei's domestic violence in advance, arrange for her to live in the school forcibly, and isolate her from contact with Shen's family. 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 offer to stay overnight, Shen Qingwei went home with a bulging stomach, the lights in the room were off, and her father didn't know where she went.She had just found a place to sit down when the door was slammed.

Standing outside the door were her brother and a charmingly dressed woman.

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

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

The door of the house was closed behind her, and the poorly soundproof door panel came with the man's teasing and the woman's coquettishness.

The place where Shen's family lives is a row of shack-like flat houses. There are more than a dozen families crowded together, and a family of three, four or even more people often live in one room.

The toilet is communal, at the end of a row of houses, and you have to carry the water to take a bath. After Shen Qingwei’s elder brother turned 15, he had money in his hands, and he often took his wife home. In the only room where four people lived, What he wanted to do was to drive Shen Qingwei out.

When she was a child, she could be allowed to squat in the partitioned room, but now that she is grown up, it is embarrassing for both of them to listen to the corner.

There was still class tomorrow, and Shen Qingwei stood outside with five yuan in her hand, looking up at the moonless sky with a confused look on her face.