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Lu Xing motioned to Yu Zhi to look outside, "She looks like she's in some trouble. I'll go take a look."

Xiang Yuzhi sighed after seeing the simplicity outside the door: This meal was really full of twists and turns.

Then she stopped Luxing and said, "I'll go, you've all been busy all day."

Lu Xing raised his eyes to look at her and did not refuse. After all, Xiang Yu Zhigui had a lot of ideas. If there was a situation, she could adapt accordingly. "If anything happens, let us know in time."

"it is good."

To be honest, after what happened in the afternoon, Xiang Yuzhi's impression of simplicity was not very good, so his tone was a little cold, "Who are you looking for?"

"Anyone can do it." The concise voice was urgent and anxious, "Something happened to Rosie."

Xiang Yuzhi frowned, "Something happened? What do you mean?"

Jian Jian followed her and said briefly, "I had an ominous premonition today when I saw her carrying the guitar back home. I always felt that something would happen, but I didn't think much about it. I just went for a walk and passed by Luo's house after dinner. I heard that something was not right inside, so I opened the door and took a look, and to my surprise, I guessed it."

"Guitar?" Xiang Yuzhi captured the key word, "Why does it give me an ominous premonition when I see her with a guitar?"

She explained in a few words concisely, "Don't you know the situation in her family? This guitar will most likely fall into the hands of that younger brother at home. Rosie likes this guitar so much, why is she willing to let her younger brother play with it?"

Although Jian Jian didn't say the rest, Xiang Yuzhi already knew it.

In this way, this matter actually had something to do with her. She didn't think about why Jian Jian got to know Rosie so well in a short period of time. She turned around, took a coat from the living room, put it on and walked in Rosie's direction. .

Simplicity is a close second.

"What did you see?" Xiang Yuzhi asked.

"The guitar was robbed and she was beaten." Jian Jian said word by word.

"is it serious?"

Shaking his head concisely: "I can't tell."

Xiang Yuzhi walked faster.

Luo's house is very close to the entrance of the village, and the two of them arrived in a short time.

Through the door, you can hear the scolding, crying, playing... it's a mess.

Xiang Yuzhi took a deep breath and opened the door. Before he could speak, he was shocked by the scene in the main room.

The food on the table was scattered all over the floor, and even Rosie was not spared. Grandpa Luo was holding a broom and throwing it at Rosie. Next to him, a boy about four or five years old was holding a guitar and playing with the strings. Was torn to pieces.

Xiang Yuzhi couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and immediately shouted, "What are you doing?"

When Rosie saw Xiang Yu, her eyes lit up, but then dimmed again, and tears fell heavily.

He trotted towards Yu Zhi and Jian Jian, protecting Rosie behind him and checking the injuries on her body.

I saw a few bruises on Rosie's thin arms and back.

Before Grandpa Luo put down the broom in his hand, he saw two people appearing out of thin air in the room. He was a little resistant at first, then turned around and slapped her across the face of Jian Jian, and cursed: "You little bastard, aren't you? Called home?"

Neither Jian Jian nor Xiang Yuzhi reacted.

Rosie covered her face in confusion and shrank back behind Jian Jian. She shook her head and explained to him, "It's not me."

Seeing this, Xiang Yuzhi quickly stood up and said, "I am Luo Qian's teacher, and I am here for a home visit."

Since the overall education level of Xiahe Village is relatively backward, most villagers are in awe of teachers, so Xiang Yuzhi wants to use the name of teacher to intimidate Grandpa Luo. "Home visit?" Grandpa Luo looked her up and down with suspicion, probably recognizing that she was the college student from years ago.

He also heard from other people in the village that these young people were supported by the village chief.

Thinking of this, Grandpa Luo couldn't help but frown, and then he wanted to hit Rosie again, "Okay, you little brat, when you get better, the teacher will find you at home if you cause trouble outside."

This time, Xiang Yuzhi was mentally prepared. She showed off her teacher's arrogance and shouted, "Can hitting the child solve the problem? Rosie is very good and didn't get into trouble."

"Can you take care of me when I spank my own child?" Grandpa Luo said subconsciously.

Xiang Yu was startled and suddenly speechless.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, there was really nothing she could do about this kind of thing. Even if she called the police, the police would only be able to mediate when they came, and they might even get more serious beatings.

There was silence in the hall.

Suddenly, the sound of the strings on the bed broke the silence.

Everyone looked at the little boy on the bed.

Grandpa Luo took a step forward and picked up the child. "We have nothing to visit at home. If the child can go to school, he will go to school. If he can't, he will go home."

The little boy was holding the guitar tightly in his hand, resisting Grandpa Luo, obviously not having enough fun yet.

Grandpa Luo used his hands covered with age spots to forcefully pick him up and said, "Why are you playing? Stop playing."

There was a "buzz" sound, and the strings were cut.

The little boy cried "Wow".

What Xiang Yuzhi saw before they left was Grandpa Luo's cloudy eyes full of disgust and indifference.

Rosie in the room hurriedly hugged the broken guitar in her arms, tears falling heavily, and she kept saying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Her cry was completely different from that of a little boy. There was almost no sound, just sobs of extreme grievance.

Xiang Yuzhi felt distressed for a while, and she took a step forward, feeling extremely guilty and said, "It's okay. If the string is broken, you can put another one in. It won't have any impact."

Rosie shook her head. She stretched out her hand to touch the body of the guitar. After a long time, she seemed to have made up her mind and returned the guitar to Xiang Yuzhi. "Teacher, I'd better give this guitar back to you."

Xiang Yuzhi touched her dry hair, sighed and said, "Since I gave this piano to you, it belongs to you, but the teacher can keep it for you temporarily. If you want to play it anytime, you can go to the classroom." Take it from the cabin.”

When Rosie heard this, she raised her eyes in surprise, her big and bright eyes filled with tears, which made people feel heartbroken, "Thank you, teacher."

The next second, Rosie silently stood up to clean up the debris on the ground. Jian Jian stopped her and said, "I'll do it."

Rosie shook her head stubbornly and insisted on doing it herself.

Xiang Yuzhi looked at this scene, and somehow it suddenly overlapped with the original owner's previous experience.

Jian Jian walked next to Xiang Yuzhi and looked at the porcelain doll-like girl in front of her who seemed to be following her. There was a look of disdain in her eyes: She is indeed a high-ranking star who can make money every day without doing anything. There is no way to understand the lives of the people at the bottom.

Xiang Yuzhi didn't know the concise idea. Her mind was spinning rapidly, hoping to make Rosie's life better in the future.

Not long after, Rosie cleaned up the floor and made the table look brand new.

He smiled at Yu Zhi, gave her a thumbs up, and praised: "That's great."