Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The hand who was looking for the key stopped when he saw the door was open, and gently pushed the door open. The light in the room was not good, and when he stepped on it, he even stepped on broken glass. Fortunately, he wore a The most important is the sneakers——

A smell of alcohol...

The sound of a woman weeping...

Qing Huan turned on the light by the door, then walked along the sound, carefully skimming the mess on the ground, and then walked to the back of the sofa, and saw the woman curled up there crying into a ball, the makeup on her face was due to tears It has already been spent, and what is even more shocking is that the exposed skin on the body, including the bruises on the face, are clearly the result of being violently beaten...

Qing Huan squatted down and sighed: "He hit him?" "He" refers to Xiao Wen's mother Xiao Rui's cohabiting boyfriend, that man named Zheng Cong—— Zheng Cong is ten years younger than Xiao Rui, A person in his thirties doesn't even have a serious job, he just paints for people on the street, and doesn't make much money at all. The cohabitation life with Xiao Rui is actually supported by Xiao Rui with his own flesh and blood He, in order to fulfill his so-called dream, Xiao Rui didn't know how much money he gave him. Even so, when Zheng Cong encountered unsatisfactory things, he would still fight Xiao Rui. Of course, Xiao Wen who lived with them also It is inevitable that it will be affected, not to mention that Zheng Cong is still addicted to gambling...

When Xiao Rui saw her son, she hugged him and cried even harder—this woman is already in her early forties, and she is still in the skin business, relying on her natural beauty. It has become less, which is one of the reasons why Zheng Cong is dissatisfied...

In Xiao Wen's memory, Xiao Rui loves this little boyfriend so much that he is devoted to him, but he cares too little about his son, always ignoring him, and only dares to hide when Zheng Cong beats his son. next to……

The suffering she suffered was really self-inflicted, because she was a cheap person—for Xiao Wen, as long as she cared about him a little bit, Xiao Wen's final ending would not be like that...

This woman is really pitiful and hateful.

Qing Huan sighed, took the tissue beside her, and gently wiped her face: "Mom, let me take you to the hospital, your injury needs to be treated."

"No way..." Xiao Rui grabbed his hand: "It costs money to go to the hospital, it doesn't matter to mother, there is a medicine box at home, just wipe the medicine..."

"Okay, then don't go to the hospital," Qing Huan looked at her: "Then let's call the police."

"What?" Xiao Rui looked at him suspiciously.

"That man beat you like this and took your belongings. Shouldn't we call the police?"

"Wen Wen, what are you talking about?" Xiao Rui couldn't believe it: "How can you call the police...he is...he is...he is just in a bad mood, and he will be fine when he calms down..."

"Calm down?" Qing Huan sneered: "It's you who should be angry, you are the one who supported him and he used violence against you, aren't you angry?"

"Smell..." Xiao Rui looked at his son, this was the first time his son said such words, the first time he showed such an expression - "Zheng Cong's career is not going well, that's why he is like this..."

"Career? What career does he have? Just paint those broken paintings? Or go to gamble?" Qing Huan looked at her calmly: "Mom, is he the only one in your heart? If you had to choose, I Son, or him, which one do you choose?"

"Smell..." Xiao Rui's voice was dry: "What are you talking about..."

"Mom, when will you be able to see me... I am your son, I am your relative... If I die, will you understand..." Perhaps it was because of Xiao Wen's memory, a drop of tears It slipped from Qing Huan's eyes.

"Smell..." Xiao Rui was speechless after being questioned by her son. She never thought that her son would leave, let alone die. In her heart, no matter what happened, her son was by her side. When crying, his son would hand her tissues, hug her, and apply medicine to her when she was hurt—although the son didn’t talk much, and never asked himself...

Seeing her confused look, Qing let out a sigh of relief: "Mom, think about it carefully."

Helping the woman to sit down on the sofa, Qing Huan found the medicine box, cleaned her wound and applied the medicine, and then took the broom to clean up the mess on the floor - from the beginning to the end, the woman didn't speak again, just Leaning on the sofa with a dull expression, if a puppet without a soul.

Of course, Qing Huan didn't expect her to be awakened by a single word, but just wanted her to listen to some words——

She has ignored this son for too long, look, Xiao Wen didn't come back last night, she didn't even ask a question, maybe she didn't come back last night, didn't know, maybe she didn't care... and there is , she only cared about her own sadness, and didn't even notice the obvious injury on his face...

Unsurprisingly, Qing Huan was late for the afternoon class. Because she was late, she was punished by the strict math teacher to stand for two whole classes. Of course, she became the object of gloating again.The homeroom teacher called Qing Huan to the office to teach, and saw his bruised face. After interrogating him for a long time, Qing Huan still didn't tell Zhang Qiang and others. If she knew that she was suing, she might not feel better tomorrow. Really stupid.The homeroom teacher was very upset. He originally wanted to call the parents, but he thought of Xiao Wen's mother, and he still didn't call. He just asked Qing Huan to write a [-]-word in-depth inspection—speaking of which, it was Qing Huan's first time writing an inspection.

When school was over, M's car came to pick up Qing Huan at the school gate——

"Mr. Bai, how is your day today?"

Qing Huan took a sip of water and said neither salty nor weak: "It's very exciting."

M saw the injury on Qing Huan's face, and frowned: "Are you injured?"

Qing Huan glanced at him: "You have seen Xiao Wen's memories, of course you should know that Xiao Wen had a hard time at school, and being bullied is a matter of course... But today, I didn't handle it well myself." The reason for provoking Zhang Qiang at the beginning is also what he deserved.

"Who made it?" M asked again.

"Just my classmate..." Qing Huan didn't want to say more, and said, "Stop talking, I'm hungry, let's go eat." There must be nothing to eat when I go home at this hour.

M looked away from Qing Huan's face, and started the machine: "What would Mr. Bai want to eat?"

"Anything is fine. It's cheaper." This is the lesson from eating Cantonese food last time, but Qing Huan remembered that she lost several zeros in her deposit.

M grinned: "Don't worry, I don't need Mr. Bai's order this time."

"..."

This meal was quite satisfying, but after dinner, Qing Huan didn't let M take her back to that home, but took the bus back by herself—as expected, after returning home, there was no one there—today After being injured, Xiao Rui went again...

Qing Huan shook her head, doing her homework, taking a bath, and going to sleep by herself.When she woke up the next day, Qing Huan saw Xiao Rui's crooked high-heeled shoes at the door, looking at the closed door, it should be catch up on sleep.After thinking about it, he cooked porridge and eggs for Xiao Rui before going to school.

When we arrived at school, Qing Huan didn't realize until the class bell rang that there were three other boys sitting at Zhang Qiang's table in the back who hadn't come to school. It was said that they were sick and asked for leave—

How come it's such a coincidence that they all asked for leave... Qing Huan turned her pen and thought about it carefully, these people - weren't they just the boy who participated in beating her yesterday...