Aged spirits [entertainment circle]

After Gao Lang and the others left, Shen Chiyuan looked down at An Qiuchen.

Feeling that Shen Chiyuan's gaze fell on him, An Qiuchen's whole body stiffened for a while, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

It was too embarrassing to be bumped into by Shen Chiyuan again under such circumstances.

He also wants to see Shen Chiyuan in a better way, but he seems to be a terrible person, and he has always been like this...

"Why do you listen to them?" Shen Chiyuan frowned at An Qiuchen.

"They...are too many, I can't beat them." An Qiuchen replied in a low voice.

Shen Chiyuan sighed helplessly: "There are too many people is not the reason for you to be bullied, you have to resist."

"...Resist?" An Qiuchen froze for a moment.

It was the first time he heard someone say this word to him.

"Of course you have to resist, otherwise they will only bully you even worse." Shen Chiyuan said very seriously.

An Qiuchen raised his head to look at Shen Chiyuan, and did not speak for a while.

"When necessary, you should use the law as a weapon to protect yourself, and you have the right to protect yourself." Shen Chiyuan said word by word.

"I...understood..." An Qiuchen was stunned for a long time before saying softly.

He will always remember the scene of that day, when the sun came in from the window and fell on Shen Chiyuan's body, the light was not dazzling, it was the warm light when the sun was about to set.

Shen Chiyuan stood in front of him in his school uniform, as if he was in his heart.

Having said so much, Shen Chiyuan didn't know if An Qiuchen had listened.

But it was the first time he said such a thing to someone he had only met a few times, and it was quite novel.

"Where do you live?" Shen Chiyuan asked suddenly.

An Qiuchen was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he suddenly asked this, he hesitated for a while before giving out his home address.

"It's so biased..." Shen Chiyuan murmured: "Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, and I'll take you home."

"Send me home?" An Qiuchen's eyes widened, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"En." Shen Chiyuan nodded: "Let's go."

With that said, Shen Chiyuan walked straight out of the classroom, and An Qiuchen quickly followed.

It wasn't until Shen Chiyuan rolled out his bicycle from the shed that An Qiuchen asked in a daze, "Don't you need to study by yourself at night?"

"It's okay to be late for a while." Shen Chiyuan straddled his legs, got on the bicycle, and said to An Qiuchen, "Come on."

"I, why don't I go back by myself." An Qiuchen was afraid that he would delay Shen Chiyuan's evening self-study.

"Come up quickly, the longer you delay, the longer I will be late." Shen Chiyuan couldn't allow An Qiuchen to refuse at all.

An Qiuchen didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly sat on the back seat of the bicycle.

Along the way, he didn't dare to grab Shen Chiyuan's clothes at all. Fortunately, Shen Chiyuan rode the bike very steadily without any bumps, so he would be fine even if he didn't grab anything.

He sat in the back, looking at Shen Chiyuan's back, feeling a little dazed for a moment, and even felt unreally happy.

For some unknown reason, An Qiuchen didn't dare to let Shen Chiyuan see the exact location of his home.

Maybe it's because the environment in that area is too bad, or maybe it's his inferiority complex, or maybe he doesn't want Shen Chiyuan to see a worse side of himself.

Anyway, as soon as he got there, An Qiuchen asked Shen Chiyuan to stop.

"Thank you, Shen...Shen Chiyuan." When An Qiuchen and Shen Chiyuan thanked each other, they didn't know how to address each other, and it seemed disrespectful to call them by their names.

"It's okay." Shen Chiyuan replied: "At least we met once, and we will be friends from now on. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Shen."

"Okay, Brother Shen." An Qiuchen said hastily.

After watching Shen Chiyuan leave, An Qiuchen raised his hand and pulled the strap of his schoolbag, turned around and went home slowly.

Along the way, the appearance of Shen Chiyuan's back seemed to still linger in his mind.

After returning home, An Qiuchen found that An Yujiang had returned home today, so he was sitting on the sofa.

In an instant, An Qiuchen's good mood disappeared.

He went to his room without saying a word.

"I won't even say hello when I see you? Are you blind?" An Yujiang said to An Qiuchen aloud.

An Qiuchen's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he stood where he was.

After a while, he called out in a cold tone: "Dad."

After speaking, he didn't stay any longer for a while, and went back to his room directly.

He didn't even go out of the room to eat dinner that day.

Song Jinglan asked him to eat outside the door, An Qiuchen simply found a reason to perfunctory him: "I ate outside today, and I don't want to eat."

"If you don't have food at home, you have to spend money outside. Money is easy to earn, right?"

Song Jinglan scolded An Qiuchen a few words, and stopped calling him.

An Qiuchen locked himself in the room until there was no movement outside, Song Jinglan and An Yujiang both went back to the room to sleep, and then he went out to take a shower.

In the middle of the night, An Qiuchen heard a fierce quarrel coming from Song Jinglan's room while he was half asleep.

An Qiuchen opened his eyes irritably, turned over, and covered his ears with the pillow.

Until the sound of smashing something sounded.

An Qiuchen could only throw off the quilt and get out of bed, and went out to Song Jinglan's room.

As soon as he arrived at the door, An Qiuchen heard Song Jinglan's cry.

He quickly opened the door and rushed in.

I saw Song Jinglan being stepped on by An Yujiang, and An Yujiang was biting a cigarette and hitting Song Jinglan with a data cable for charging a mobile phone in his hand.

"Mom!" An Qiuchen immediately stepped forward and pushed An Yujiang away.

The physical fitness of a boy at this age is no different from that of an adult, so An Yujiang even staggered a bit from An Qiuchen's push before he stood still.

"An Yujiang, are you crazy?!" An Qiuchen cursed at An Yujiang.

"Go away." An Yujiang threw away half of the cigarette in his mouth, pointed at An Qiuchen, his eyes were extremely fierce.

An Qiuchen just stared at him, blocking Song Jinglan against him.

Song Jinglan got away from An Yujiang's violence for a while, and she began to curse An Yujiang with tears in her voice: "You are a softie! What are you capable of?!"

Seeing Song Jinglan started to scold again, An Yujiang rushed up to beat her without saying a word.

An Qiuchen quickly hugged Song Jinglan in his arms, so An Yujiang's fists fell on his back.

"Did the old lady say you wrong? You and that bastard are not good people! I'm pissed!" Song Jinglan's eyes were red with anger, and tears covered her entire face.

"Try saying one more sentence?!" An Yujiang tugged a few times without tearing An Qiuchen away, and could only curse at Song Jinglan fiercely.

Saying that, An Yujiang began to look around the room, and soon took a stick from behind the door, and walked over aggressively.

Song Jinglan's body trembled subconsciously.

"If you do it again, I'm going to call the police!" An Qiuchen yelled at An Yujiang.

"Call the police?" An Yujiang sneered, "You still want to call the police?!"

An Yujiang stepped forward and ignored Song Jinglan. He pulled An Qiuchen's hair and punched An Qiuchen hard in the face.

An Qiuchen yelled, his nose felt sore, and the nosebleed also flowed out.

He stretched out his hands to cover his nose, curled up, and the nosebleeds continued to flow out, even trickling down between his fingers.

And An Yujiang took advantage of this opportunity, grabbed An Qiuchen's body, and smashed An Qiuchen's leg with the stick in his hand.

An Qiuchen gritted his teeth, but didn't say a word.

He didn't resist, and just let An Yujiang beat him. He had resisted before, but it was useless. Later, he didn't even bother to resist anymore.

An Yujiang's identity is right there. He is his father. No matter how many times he resists, no one will help him. In the eyes of others, this is all a family matter.

From childhood to adulthood, for so many years, he wanted to get rid of An Yujiang countless times, but there was no way at all. He lived a life that was worse than death every day, and now he doesn't care anymore.

When An Yujiang beat Song Jinglan when he was a child, he couldn't help him. Every time Song Jinglan cried and packed her luggage and said she was going to live at a friend's house, he could only watch from the sidelines.

In the past, An Yujiang was even more irritable than now, and Song Jinglan's body was always covered with scars.

I don't know how long it took, but An Yujiang was probably tired from the beating. He threw the stick, took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, took his coat and went out.

At this time, Song Jinglan tremblingly stepped forward, stretched out her arms to hug An Qiuchen, and cried, "Chenchen, are you alright?"

An Qiuchen wiped his nosebleeds with his sleeve indiscriminately, and said hoarsely, "Why don't you divorce such a person?"

"I..." Song Jinglan looked at An Qiuchen, muttered for a while, and then said, "He won't agree."

"Give me your phone and call the police now." An Qiuchen stretched out his hand to Song Jinglan and said calmly.

"What are you going to do?" Song Jinglan asked.

"Call the police, An Yujiang committed domestic violence against you, you can sue for divorce." An Qiuchen said.

When he was still young, Song Jinglan also reported to the police for domestic violence. Although An Yujiang was only locked up for half a month, it was also recorded.

With these evidences, it was enough for Song Jinglan to sue for divorce, and she could still get a sum of compensation.

As long as she wants to leave.

Hearing An Qiuchen's words, Song Jinglan's expression changed.

"You don't understand. Nowadays, children from single-parent families are looked down upon by their classmates at school." Song Jinglan said stubbornly, "And I divorced him. Do you want him to give all the money to that bitch? Why don't you move?" think about it?"

An Qiuchen gritted his teeth and closed his eyes wearily.

"Besides, I don't want a divorce because of you." Song Jinglan continued.

"Don't blame me for everything, I won't take the blame." An Qiuchen pushed Song Jinglan's hand away.

Song Jinglan was stunned for a moment.

"It's you who are imprisoned by the cage, and you are unwilling to rescue yourself." An Qiuchen looked at Song Jinglan and said word by word.

After finishing speaking, An Qiuchen turned his head, struggled to get up from the ground, and limped out.

And Song Jinglan sat on the ground alone, in a daze for a long time.