Flower World

He Dianying was sitting in the car going home, wanting to cry in fits and starts - he seldom wanted to cry, no matter how bullied or scolded he was when he was young, he never had tears, but at this moment, his eyes were really a little wet.

Sadness haunted him, and he was listless for the next few days.Fat Baoer was a brat, so he dug a hole and buried him when he went out to find a place; Zhang Xiaoying lost all value, so he kicked him out.

All traces of the baby left in the house were erased by He Dianying's servants. There was only a hundred-day photo of Fat Baoer, and He Dianying hesitated to throw it away.

He Dianying was overwhelmed with gloom and couldn't let go of his mind; Yu Zhiyao was refreshed - he felt that he was very smart, better than Yu Chaozheng.Yu Chaozheng tortured him sloppily for more than 20 years, and finally died in his hands; but he was ruthless and decisive, and did not give Yu Chaozheng any chance to stand up and take revenge.Yu Chaozheng is indeed dead, but it seems that he never left.So the struggle has never subsided, unless Yu Zhiyao also dies.

Everyone in the family couldn't figure it out, they only knew that He Dianying brought the second master's son, but after a big fuss, he took the son back as it was.The second master received a good beating, but he was very happy to be beaten, and walked around the courtyard full of water all evening.

When it got dark, Yu Zhiyao entered the mute's bedroom.

The mute had nothing to do, went to bed early, and had already undressed and gone to bed.Yu Zhiyao didn't turn on the light, but just moved a chair and sat in front of the bed.Leaning over and resting his elbows on his knees, he slowly rubbed his hands together, and at the same time said in a low voice, "I finally got rid of this heart disease."

The mute turned to face him.With the light of the stars and the moon coming in from the window, the mute could vaguely see his outline.

Covering her face with her hands, Yu Zhiyao was silent for a moment, then stood up with a long sigh, and walked away.

In the next few days, everything was peaceful inside and outside, only Du Fangqing complained endlessly—Du Fangqing had been waiting for this child, and He Dianying finally brought the child to the door, but in the end he brought the child with him for no reason. Walk.Du Fangqing couldn't understand this truth, and wished she could persuade Yu Zhiyao to snatch the child back herself.

His way of thinking is obviously completely different from Yu Zhiyao's way of thinking.After nagging so ignorantly for a few days, Yu Zhiyao couldn't take it anymore, and slapped his tender cheeks.He was caught off guard, and without even yelling, he fell down like a paper doll.Xuetuan rushed up and barked at Yu Zhiyao, but Yu Zhiyao also kicked him away.

Then Yu Zhiyao put on her clothes and hat on her own, and strode out.The house is too stuffy, he wants to go out to get some air!

Yu Zhiyao didn't go far, because just as the car turned onto the street, a parade of students came head-on.

Student demonstrations are very common these days. Last month, the Japanese army provoked a war in the Shenyang area, and the Chinese army was retreating steadily. Now, the entire border outside the customs has fallen.Such a situation obviously made the people of the country very indignant, and the students in universities and middle schools were naturally the first to respond.

Students waved flags and shouted slogans, flooding across the street like a tide.The driver had nowhere to go, so he had to pull over and wait for the parade to pass.Yu Zhiyao saw the crowds outside and would not give way for three to five minutes, so she opened the door and got out of the car, breathing the air in the cool breeze of late autumn.There seemed to be a thin film between the parade and him. He watched with indifferent eyes unmoved. The fresh air flowed through his lungs, and he just felt quite comfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a touch on his thigh.Looking down, he saw a little beggar with disheveled hair.

The little beggar's head is not as long as his leg.The little finger was on his trousers, and the little beggar was obviously very self-aware, and he didn't dare to touch it with his dirty hands.

Yu Zhiyao stared at the other party inexplicably, and soon realized that this was a little girl with a history—dirty is dirty, and broken is broken, but the clothes are made of silk and satin, and the shoes on her feet are also little girls without shoelaces. leather shoes.

"Uncle." With tears in her eyes, the little girl cupped her fists and bowed to him, "Please, please save us!"

Yu Zhiyao didn't speak, because he was concentrating on guessing the other party's identity.Seeing that he didn't drive her away, the little girl gained confidence.Kneeling down with her legs bent, she continued to beg with tears: "Uncle, you are a good man, please save us. Dad was injured in the war. We have no money to go to the hospital. Dad will die soon."

Having said that, the little girl shed tears and pointed sideways to the roadside wall.Yu Zhiyao looked up, and saw a person nestled there, scruffy and unrecognizable, motionless, as if starving.

After the parade passed, Yu Zhiyao called a rickshaw and asked the driver to take the half-dead man by the side of the road to a nearby hospital.The coachman didn't want to pull it, for fear of dirtying the car, the little girl reflexively wanted to beg again, but Yu Zhiyao stood in front, like stopping a kitten or puppy, and raised a leg to block her.

He took out two banknotes and handed them to the driver, and then he turned and got into the car, and let the little girl sit in it.The coachman had money to make, so he took the business with a pinch of his nose.The two cars rushed to the hospital one after the other. Yu Zhiyao sat in the car and suddenly turned to the little girl and asked, "There are so many people on the street, why did they come to me?"

The little girl didn't know how long she hadn't washed her face, her face was black and white, like a civet cat.Looking at Yu Zhiyao timidly, she replied in a soft voice, "Because... because uncle dresses well and takes a car, he must be rich."

Yu Zhiyao smiled, and found that the girl had tight eyebrows and pretty eyes, which was pretty good-looking.

"How old are you?" he continued.

The little girl replied, "Eight years old."

Yu Zhiyao suddenly withdrew her smile, and said seriously, "If you are told to get in the car, you will get in. Aren't you afraid that uncle will take you away and sell you?"

The little girl frowned and pursed her mouth, and secretly moved her butt towards the car door.Looking at Yu Zhiyao pitifully, she groaned twice, but didn't say the whole thing, as if she was a little scared.

Yu Zhiyao didn't expect her jokes to be so powerful.He smiled amusedly, and his voice became soft again: "Just kidding, uncle has money, so he won't sell you."

The little girl lowered her head aggrievedly, and let out a "hmm".

Yu Zhiyao originally planned to go to Quanyechang for a while, but she didn't expect to be blocked halfway, and instead did a good deed to save people's lives.This is the first time for him, and it can't be called compassion, it just feels fresh.

After talking all the way, he learned that the little girl's name was Song Fengzhen, originally her family was in Changchun, her father's name was Song Yichen, and she was a company commander in the Northeast Army.After the army was defeated, Song Yichen returned home injured and wanted to escape with his wife and children.However, the war was relentless, and when he arrived outside the customs after several rounds, his wife and son were all dead, leaving only his little daughter beside him.

The father and daughter had no food or clothing, so they had to live on the side of the street.Song Yichen's leg was grazed by a bullet, and it was just a flesh wound, but it could not be treated, and it gradually became inflamed. In the end, the whole leg was swollen and paralyzed, and it deteriorated to the point of unbearable.Seeing her father dying, Song Fengzhen fell unconscious for a while and woke up for a while, crying all day long, kneeling in the street, praying and begging everywhere, hoping that someone would show kindness and save her father.And after countless times of bumping into walls, she finally met Yu Zhiyao today.

Yu Zhiyao sent the father and daughter, who were as dirty as garbage, to the hospital.Song Yichen went to the hospital bed unconscious. The doctor cut open his trousers and found that his thigh was rotten to the point of horror.Yu Zhiyao saw that Song Fengzhen was still scrambling to get up to see it, so she pulled her out, worrying that she would be scared if she saw it.

Song Fengzhen froze for a moment, she didn't expect Yu Zhiyao to hold her hand so firmly - she knew she was dirty, because the pedestrians on the street walked around her.

Yu Zhiyao really doesn't dislike her - you are dirty, and I am not clean either.

In the pastry shop near the hospital, Yu Zhiyao bought a butter bread for Song Fengzhen.

Song Fengzhen sat on the window seat in the shop, held the bread and took the first bite, then the second bite, and when she took the third bite, she started to gobble it up as if out of control.Kneading the last piece of bread into her mouth in an instant, she picked up a glass of juice on the table with both hands, raised her head and drank heavily, without changing her breath.

Yu Zhiyao crossed her arms around her chest, tilted her head to watch her eating, and still just felt interesting in her heart, as if she had a new friend who was different from others.

Song Fengzhen drank the juice in one gulp.Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she raised her head and said, "Thank you uncle."

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, he wanted to smile, but suddenly he forgot how to smile.Bending his head towards Song Fengzhen, he lowered his voice and said, "Sell you!"

Song Fengzhen was already convinced that he was not a bad person, so she tilted her head at him and showed her neat little white teeth with a smile: "I'm dirty and smelly, no one wants me!"