On the day of my divorce, God sent me a good husband

At the critical moment, Mrs. Xu rushed over and snatched the kitchen knife from her hand: "You are not the one who made the mistake, what are you worried about?

That was his mistake, and he should be the one to atone for it, not you innocent people!"

The secretary's wife hugged Old Lady Xu's thighs and cried bitterly: "Wuwuwu... That old man did such a thing. How can Hehua get married in the future? How can Huizi face Xiulan? Wuwuwu..."

Old Mrs. Xu patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Don't cry, it's not worth it to ruin your health over that kind of person.

This kind of thing just happened, so everyone should discuss it a little bit.

After a long time, you will forget it. "

Old Mrs. Xu was comforting the secretary's wife. When Xu Jiajia saw He Hua holding up the pesticide, she immediately walked over and snatched the pesticide from her hand: "Are you crazy?"

Lotus' heart was filled with grief, as if shrouded by a thick dark cloud: "Wow, how could I have such a father? He started to touch me when I was thirteen, and when I didn't want to, he beat me...

He raped me when he was fifteen, and I'm eighteen now. It's been three years, three whole years.

I thought about dying before, but I was afraid that my mother would be sad. Now that she knows, I have nothing to worry about. "

Xu Jiajia had little contact with He Hua, but she heard from the villagers that she was timid and quiet, didn't like to play with people of her age, and always kept to herself.

Only after this incident did she realize that the other person didn't like to be alone, but was clearly inferior and didn't dare to play with others.

"You only have one life. You don't have to give up your life for someone like that. It's not you who's wrong, it's him."

This sounds simple, but how many people can do it?

Lotus cried uncontrollably: "My life is ruined, completely ruined, wuwuwu... If I don't die, how can I face the villagers in the future..."

As long as the matter is not exposed, no one will know as long as you get married.

Now, there is nothing!

Xu Jiajia has not experienced these things and cannot empathize with them, but she thinks giving up life is the stupidest way: "To live is a kind of hope, and nothing is more meaningful than to live strong.

Twenty years later, when you look back, you will realize how stupid your decision was.”

Lotus looked at Xu Jiajia and said to herself, "Can I live to that time?"

Xu Jiajia patted her on the shoulder and gave her energy: "Yes, it has already happened, don't think too much about it, even if someone points fingers at you, don't care.

People.

If you care too much about what others think, you will live a tiring life. "

These words reminded Hehua of Xu Jianguo. Not long after his wife died, someone introduced him to a girl. At first, he said his children were young and he didn't want to find one, but there was always someone who wouldn't give up and kept bothering him every day. Later, he simply said he was not capable of it.

At first, many villagers looked at him strangely and even pointed fingers at him. But as time went on, the issue gradually faded away.

"Can I?"

Xu Jiajia nodded: "Of course."

At this moment, Lotus felt that she could continue to live: "I will try my best."

After everyone's persuasion, the secretary's daughter-in-law and her family gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Old Mrs. Xu stayed with him until nine o'clock in the evening before going home.

She sighed softly: "What a sin, one person makes a mistake and the whole family suffers."

When Xu Jianguo came home from get off work, he didn't see Old Mrs. Xu and Xu Jiajia at home, so he ran out to watch the fun.

What the secretary did completely shattered his three views.

"A rabbit knows not to eat grass near its nest. Damn, that's disgusting."

Old Mrs. Xu originally thought that if she could convince them, the family would not commit suicide.

No idea.

Some people still committed suicide.

However, the person who sought suicide was not the secretary's wife, nor was it He Hua, nor was it Wang Xiu Lan's husband Hui Zai.