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Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

Zhou Zhou watched as the elevator that Wang Bing was taking stopped on the twelfth floor, and he felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, not knowing what to do.I want to see her, let alone see her.

What should I say when I see her?

Could she say something?

Obviously, he followed all the way without hesitation, but he was so hesitant when he reached the last step.

The LCD screen in front of me reflected the light above her head, vaguely reflecting Zhou Zhou's shadow, blurring her facial features, and the emotions in her heart were mixed together into a mess.

Finally, Zhou Zhou was still hiding in the darkness at the corner of the twelfth floor. The darkness dragged the silence even longer, and she seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat in her ears.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhou Zhou hid in the darkness, he had lost the concept of time, only his numb legs reminded him that a long time had passed since the moment he just went upstairs.

Finally, Wang Bing's voice echoed from the floor.

"There is no such thing as a father like you!"

The tone was full of anger, Wang Bing was almost roaring.

Following Wang Bing's ending, a lazy and slightly hoarse male voice sounded: "Thank you, Mr. Wang made a special trip here. I will remember what Mr. Wang said."

It was full of polite words, but not half serious.

"You!" Wang Bing was so angry that he couldn't speak, and only one word choked in his throat.

The man's voice sounded again: "If you have nothing else to do, please ask Teacher Wang to go back early, it's getting late, I really disturbed Teacher Wang."

The more contemptuous the tone.

It looks very much like Zhang Ailin's usual appearance.

The two people in the corridor remained silent for a long time, and finally Wang Bing broke the silence: "No matter what, she is just a child."

He bit down on the words that he uttered word by word.

"Yes, I know. But she is also a human being, and she should know how to be a human being."

The man was still impatient as he spoke.

"She's your child! How can you bear it!"

The man was silent for a long time again, his voice was a little tired: "Mr. Wang has worked hard today, please go back."

Not long after, the sound of closing the door echoed in the empty corridor.

Zhou Zhou hid in the dark, listening to the conversation between the two in fear.

She could tell that it was Wang Bing who was full of resentment, and the one opposite should be Zhang Ailin's father.

Curiosity in her heart has far outstripped timidity.

After confirming that Wang Bing had left, Zhou Zhou stood alone in front of the house number "1201".

Zhou Zhou took a deep breath and let it out again. She slowly raised her arm, blinked her eyes, and quickly knocked on the door. The slight pain on the knuckles of her fingers was magnified by the tension in her heart, as if several needles had pricked her. Average above.

On the other side of the door, no one answered.

Zhang Yeqiu in the room was disturbed by Wang Bing's sudden visit and preaching. He lay down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and felt the smoke coming in and out of his mouth.

Zhang Ailin leaned against the wall of the room, secretly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her swollen fingers.

The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room are half-covered and half-open, and the afterglow of the setting sun outside the room carefully squeezes into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and gently shines on Zhang Ailin's side face, creating a faint yellow halo Intertwined with the purple bruises on her face.

Zhang Ailin sat weakly on the cold ground, the cold wall behind her kept taking the warmth of her body, and the light in her eyes dimmed by two points.

Because of Meng Wenjun's phone call, Zhang Yeqiu became angry again.

Still the same result, no matter what Zhang Yeqiu did, she never fought back, curled up with all her strength, fled, dodged, and suffered.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Zhou raised his arm again and knocked.The knock on the door was extended a lot this time.

With a cigarette between his fingers, Zhang Yeqiu raised his head and looked in the direction of the door, puffing out smoke rings, his whole body seemed to sink two or three minutes into the sofa, his bloodshot eyes were full of fatigue.

For three consecutive days, Zhang Yeqiu couldn't sleep well all night.

Three days, 72 hours, the time Zhang Yeqiu closed his eyes was only seven or eight hours.

What Wang Bing said was right, every word hit his sore spot.

My daughter, my own blood, my only family member in this world, she bleeds, she is injured, she curls up on the ground, and the way she endures the beating silently, all make Zhang Yeqiu's heart feel like a knife.

No matter how hard he tried, Zhang Ailin would not beg for mercy, would not utter a word of pain, and would not even stretch out her hand to resist, all of which made Zhang Yeqiu feel that she was far away from him.

It's getting farther and farther away.

Even if the father and daughter could never turn back forever, this is not what Zhang Yeqiu is most afraid of.

What he is afraid of is Zhang Ailin's muddleheadedness, her meager living, and her wasting her time day by day.

In Zhang Yeqiu's countless nightmares, he couldn't see Zhang Ailin's eyes, couldn't see her figure, he could only see his daughter's degeneration day by day, and finally drowned in his own lake.

After Ji Shui left, her daughter changed, she became less obedient, and became all kinds of evil.

Zhang Yeqiu watched his daughter deviate from the original correct track day by day, and the panic in his heart increased exponentially.

He exhausted all means, used everything he could think of on his daughter, and sent her to the best academy in desperation, but only got a more damaged child back.

Pity, hate, and pain.

At this point, Zhang Yeqiu didn't know what to do.

Such a shrewd person, such a person whom everyone is afraid of, doesn't know what to do now.

Zhang Yeqiu looked at the door that was still ringing, guessing in his heart that it was Wang Bing who still refused to leave, so he sat on the sofa and let the people on the other side of the door keep knocking.

Sitting on the floor of her room, Zhang Ailin also heard the knock on the door again, and couldn't let Wang Bing go.

The quarrel between Zhang Yeqiu and Wang Bing in the living room just now, Wang Bing's hoarse voice, Wang Bing's blatant partiality, Wang Bing's endless concern and worry for her, every word entered Zhang Ailin's heart.

She just hoped that Wang Bing would go back soon and stop bothering about her.

Pausing for a while, Zhou Zhou thought this was the last knock, summoned up all his courage, raised his arm again, and continued to knock on the closed door with the knuckles of his fingers.

Finally, Zhang Ailin couldn't help but pushed open the door, slowly groped the walls of the room with her hands, and staggered out of her room.

Zhang Yeqiu squinted at Zhang Ailin's movements from the sofa, and then swallowed her eye circles again, and narrowed her eyes.

Seeing that there was still no response, Zhou Zhou stood for a while, and when he was about to leave, the door was gently pushed open.

A familiar voice came from her ear: "Teacher, you can go back, you don't have to..."

Zhou Zhou turned around, the two looked at each other, and Zhang Ailin's words stopped abruptly.

The Zhang Ailin in front of me is completely different from the Zhang Ailin Zhou Zhou is familiar with.

Her face was covered with large and small bruises, and there were dark red scabs on the wound at the corner of her mouth, as if it hadn't healed for a long time. Her lips were bloodless, terribly pale, and her face was full of sadness and Tiredness is a look that Zhou Zhou has never seen, or even a look that Zhou Zhou has never imagined.

She was more than shocked in her heart, and subconsciously shouted: "A Lin?!"

With a "bang", the door was suddenly pulled up by Zhang Ailin who was standing on the other side.

Looking at the dark gate, Zhang Ailin still had lingering fears in her heart.

"How could it be her?" She softly scolded herself for being reckless in opening the door.

How could I dare to see Zhou Zhou again in such a distressed state?

What followed was Zhou Zhou knocking on the door more urgently, accompanied by her shout: "Alin?! Arlene? Arlene? How about you? Open the door and say, Arlene? You open the door, what can you tell me? Arlene?"

Zhang Yeqiu, who was lying on the sofa, also heard the voice of the girl outside the door, only to realize that it was not Wang Bing who had just left. He straightened up, put his arms on his knees, stared at Zhang Ailin, and asked Said: "Who is outside the door?"

Zhang Ailin lowered her head and remained silent.

Zhang Yeqiu asked repeatedly: "Who is outside the door?"

Still silent.

Zhang Yeqiu stood up and extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray on the coffee table next to him.

Seeing Zhang Yeqiu approaching, Zhang Ailin hurriedly said, "No one. A classmate."

Responding to Zhang Ailin's words, Zhang Yeqiu asked, "What classmate?"

"High school classmates."

"Then we should let our high school classmates come in and have a sit?"

After hearing Zhang Yeqiu's words, Zhang Ailin suddenly raised her head, met her father's eyes, and paused word by word: "Don't come here."

"Open the door."

Zhang Yeqiu pointed to the door that was being knocked not far away, and his tone revealed that he could not comment.

Zhang Ailin frowned and looked at Zhang Yeqiu.

Three points of fear, three points of annoyance.

Zhang Yeqiu narrowed his eyes: "I said open the door?"

"not open."

Almost in response to Zhang Ailin's words, Zhang Yeqiu took a step forward, walked to the door, and put his hand on the door railing.

Zhang Ailin took heavy steps, ignoring the severe pain from all over her body, she raised her hands to pull Ye Qiu's arm.

But how could she pull Zhang Yeqiu?

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yeqiu held the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Zhou Zhou's eager face appeared in front of Zhang Yeqiu.

Zhang Ailin stood powerlessly next to Zhang Yeqiu, staring at his back. The warm memory of her father in her childhood had suddenly faded completely and turned gray.

The love in her heart for Zhang Yeqiu was wiped out with Zhang Yeqiu's cold voice.For a moment, she felt a little relieved.

Zhang Yeqiu lowered his eyes, looked at Zhou Zhou standing in front of him, and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Zhou Zhou secretly looked at Zhang Ailin's face, forced a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a cheerful tone: "Hello, uncle, my name is Zhou Zhou, and I am Zhang Ailin's classmate. She hasn't come to class for the past two days. I'm here to visit her." .”

"Zhou Zhou?" Zhang Yeqiu read the name very familiarly, it was the name he heard from Meng Wenjun's mouth, "Then come in."

As he spoke, he turned sideways, made room for Zhou Zhou, and invited her in.

Zhou Zhou looked at the tall man in front of him, and there was an invisible coercion in his brows, which made Zhou Zhou unable to breathe.

"I'm bothering uncle."