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When Zhang Ailin got home and opened the door, Nan Nan ran over excitedly, pulling a colorful knitted hat, and almost bumped into her: "I'm going to wear this hat this time when I go out to play!"

She frowned, stopped and looked down at him twice.

Watching Zhang Ailin go home, the joyful expression on Nan Nan's face suddenly stopped and disappeared immediately.The hat in his hand was also in the air.

After thinking for a while, he quickly ran to the room to find Chi Lan.

It happened that Chi Lan came out of the house with a khaki coat on her shoulders: "Ye Qiu, your dress... oh, Irene is back." As she spoke, she saw Zhang Ailin standing at the door and said hello.

Nan Nan took advantage of the opportunity to hide behind her mother's thigh, peeping out one eye to look at her.

Zhang Ailin glanced at her, and was about to walk straight into the room.

"You stop." Zhang Yeqiu's voice.

Zhang Ailin stopped in response and stood on the spot, with her back to Zhang Yeqiu who was on the sofa in the living room.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yeqiu touched the cigarette case on the tea table, took out the cigarette, and held it between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand.

He then rummaged through the wooden basket on the coffee table and found a red lighter with paint peeling off. After pressing it twice, a dim flame lit up.But it was enough to light the cigarette.

He put the arm holding the cigarette on the armrest of the sofa, leaned back, and sank into the sofa, looking at Zhang Ailin over there from the smoke he breathed out.

"Ye Qiu, why are you smoking again? Haven't you touched it for a long time?" Chi Lan folded the coat in his hand from the middle, put it in the crook of his arm, and walked towards the sofa.

She covered her mouth and nose with her hands, and sat beside Zhang Yeqiu, frowning.

The stubble on Zhang Yeqiu's face was uneven, sticking randomly to his chin like short black lines.

His eyes narrowed into narrow ones, and he looked tiredly at Zhang Ailin who was standing there without saying a word, showing a dejected look.

"What do you mean by not talking, huh?" Zhang Yeqiu flicked the cigarette ash with his left hand, and the gray debris fell into the glass ashtray next to him.

"Ye Qiu, don't smoke, your lungs are bad. Irene must also have a hard time. When she wants to say it, she will naturally say it. Don't force her." Chi Lan said beside her.

Nan Nan also ran to the sofa from the door and slipped into Chi Lan's arms.

The room suddenly saw an invisible battle line.

Sitting on the sofa, the complete three-person family was as happy as the sweet smiles of the three above the sofa.

The one standing at this end is as embarrassed as a clown.Lost dog.

Zhang Yeqiu ignored Chi Lan, took another puff of cigarette, and asked, "Do you know how many times you have been expelled from school, Zhang Ailin?"

Zhang Ailin lowered her head, and the wind that came from nowhere in the room seemed to blow two or three hairs on her face, scratching her face.

Suddenly, Zhang Yeqiu shouted violently: "Speak up! Are you dumb!?"

Then there was a sound, and the ashtray in his hand fell heavily on the ground, shattered into pieces of broken tiles, and it was still shining with the color of glazed glass.

Chi Lan was so startled that her whole body trembled, and immediately hugged Nan Nan who was frightened next to her.She quickly patted his neck, whispered into Nan Nan's ear, and said nervously, "Don't cry."

Zhang Ailin still stood where she was, with nothing but gray blankness on her face except for the tiredness.

What else is there to say.What else is there to say.

Zhang Yeqiu stood up, walked to Zhang Ailin, swung her arms round, raised her hand, and slammed Zhang Ailin on the face, making an unpleasant sound.

Unprepared, Zhang Ailin suffered from this sudden movement and fell heavily to the ground.

She fell to the ground, widened her eyes, looked up, and stared fixedly at Zhang Yeqiu.Flashes of disbelief.

"I asked you something! Fourteen times! What the hell are you doing every day!!?"

Then, he raised his foot, exhausted all his strength, and kicked Zhang Ailin's lower abdomen hard on the ground.

Zhang Ailin curled up instinctively.

"You like fighting so much, don't you!?"

Without giving her any time to react, Zhang Yeqiu raised her leg and kicked Zhang Ailin hard again, making a muffled sound.

In an instant, a sharp pain like a knife pounced on her body, as if to tear her apart.

Her hands pressed against the ground, and she clenched her teeth. She would rather bear all the pain than make any sound of humiliation.

The gorgeous lamps at the top of the room are reflected on the cold and polished marble floor tiles.

Zhang Yeqiu bent down, pulled Zhang Ailin's collar with her tense arms, lifted her up, and threw her hands on the shoe cabinet next to her.

The shoes on the cabinet fell all over her body.

"You are like this! You are like this! You are like this!?"

Before she had time to open her eyes, Zhang Ailin felt her body being pulled up again and fell on an unknown hard object.

it hurts.

But the next blow will always hurt more.

I couldn't tell what it was at all, only the continuous pain swept from all directions, mixed with Zhang Yeqiu's angry curses, enveloping her like a tide.

It was like being torn apart from top to bottom.

It's about to explode.

She still clenched her teeth.

He couldn't tell the direction of Zhang Yeqiu's next effort at all, all he could do was wrap his hands around himself and curl up as hard as he could.Protect yourself so meagerly.

"What do you want! What do you want!"

Zhang Yeqiu threw another sudden punch, exhausting all his strength and screaming hysterically.

An exhausted punch from my father.

"Bang".falls on the chin.Throw it on the corner of the coffee table in the living room.

Finally, the unbearable blood rushed out from the throat, staining the white lace tablecloth on the coffee table.

Zhang Ailin fell to the floor.like a dog.

Not far along the floor in front of him are Chi Lan's feet.so close.The beige fluff on the slippers echoes the color of the floor, as if it is integrated with the whole room.

What a shame.

In front of her.

What a shame.

The severe pain from the internal organs pulled Zhang Ailin's eyes, her eyes were blurred, and the blood stained on the eyelashes rendered all the scenes bloody.

Drops of blood splashed on the back of Zhang Yeqiu's hand.Two or three drops.

It was as hot as the tears escaping from the corners of his eyes.Two or three drops.

Chi Lan couldn't understand the pain on Zhang Yeqiu's face when he looked at Zhang Ailin lying on the ground.

Zhang Yeqiu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the regular script on the back of his hand, and at the same time wiped a pale line of blood on the brow bone.

With a flat face, he turned and returned to the room, and closed the door tightly, and then there was the sound of the door being locked, a sound so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

Chi Lan, who was a little panicked, was so startled by the knock on the door that she almost jumped up, not daring to answer the door.

Until the familiar voice sounded outside the door: "Aunt Chi Lan, are you there? I am Wen Jun. Please open the door. Aunt Chi Lan? Are you there?"

Only then did Chi Lan sit up from the sofa, and hurriedly opened the door for Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun's face was full of anxiety.

"Mr. Wen, why are you here? You came at the right time, you..." Chi Lan hurriedly wanted to tell everything that happened just now to the person who broke in and broke the peace.

At this moment, Meng Wenjun was so anxious that he didn't care about etiquette. He didn't answer Chi Lan's words, and walked past her, rushed straight to Zhang Ailin, carefully carried Zhang Ailin on his back, and hurried out the door.

Chi Lan quickly grabbed him and said, "Mr. Wen, do you know..."

"I know, Zhang Yeqiu called me to come."

In a fit of anger, Meng Wenjun threw away these words, pulled Chi Lan's arm away, and ran into the elevator room with Zhang Ailin on his back.

Grandma Chan happened to meet Meng Wenjun and saved the elevator for him.

Looking at Zhang Ailin, whose face was covered in blood and passed out, Grandma Chan was taken aback: "Oh! Damn it! What's wrong with my good boy!"

She was so anxious that she was about to cry, but she danced and gestured in the air, which was of no help.

Suddenly, Meng Wenjun felt Zhang Ailin move on his back, and he was about to turn his head: "Ai..."

Suddenly, another mouthful of blood, with her warm blood, was spread on the back of his neck.

At that moment, every pore in his body screamed and trembled.

The fear of being sentenced by the god of death weighed heavily on his heart again.

No.

No.

At the moment when the elevator door opened, Meng Wenjun ran out almost like flying with Zhang Ailin on his back.

A few blue candies fell to the ground.

Grandma Chan stooped clumsily to pick them up one by one, and counted them several times. She was not relieved until she was sure that two candies were placed on the two children.

Her dim eyes can no longer see too many things clearly, she can only look at the corner where Meng Wenjun disappeared just now, and pray in her heart.

"It's better not to have an accident. Don't have an accident."

Seeing Meng Wenjun running all the way, the ambulance personnel who had already stopped downstairs quickly picked up Zhang Ailin and put her on the emergency cart in the carriage. A doctor and two nurses quickly followed up to confirm Zhang Ailin's physical condition .

A male nurse accompanying him asked Meng Wenjun, "Accompanying relatives?"

For a moment, Meng Wenjun was stunned.

Behind the male nurse, the nurse's urging voice sounded, forcing him to stretch out his hand to Meng Wenjun: "Family, hand, pull you up, hurry up!"

Unexpectedly, Meng Wenjun handed him his hand, got into the car, and sat down.

He sat cross-legged in the carriage, with his hands on his knees, and his ten fingers were constantly alternating. Together with Zhang Ailin's blood stained on his hands, he rubbed tension and anxiety.

His eyes never left her.from beginning to end.

Whether it is from the alternating figures of doctors and nurses, or the moment when the door of the emergency room closes at the end.

Meng Wenjun wandered nervously in the corridor in front of the emergency room, as if circling on a never-ending path.

Although the reason in his head kept shouting to him repeatedly: "It's nothing serious. Calm. Be calm."

But the words conveyed only his cold sweat and his fingertips pulling blood.

"Patient's family?" The doctor came out of the emergency room and asked.

Meng Wenjun said without hesitation: "Yes."

"never mind."

Hear these words.

He was almost on his knees in gratitude.