0643 I don't know how many times I've cried
Seeing her leave, Qiao Jin closed his eyes again.
It looks like it's full of coldness.
Meng Chengyu has gotten along with Qiao Jin, and knows that she is willing to explain when she is to people, but she has little patience for strangers.
She watched the girl walk away with her head a little dejected, and blinked noncommittally.
After sitting for an hour, the subway reached the vicinity of Yang Qiulu's place.
It's just that the place where she lives is definitely not connected to the subway, and she still needs to take a car to turn a few corners before she can pass.
The taxi shuttled through the city, passed through several alleys, and finally arrived at the building where Yang Qiulu was.
She lives in a very old building in Mingnan City, the community environment is mixed, and there is no security booth, which shows that it has a long history.
Most of the people who live here are immigrants, and they do some complicated work in this city.
In every city, there are such people.
Yang Qiulu is one of them.
She squatted in her rental house, since her parents came here a few days ago to make trouble, she was filmed when she was beaten because she resisted and struggled, and now people on the Internet are scolding her, saying that she is not filial, that she will go to hell if she does not respect her parents, and she deserves death.
She actually wanted to die for a long time, but everyone has a cowardly temperament, and when she wants to die, she can't do anything.
Everyone else said it was because they didn't want to die yet.
She thought, rightly.
She still didn't want to die, she just didn't know why she was so tired.
She crouched in the cramped rental house, crouching in the corner with her knees crossed, her eyes staring blankly at the ground.
She was hungry now, but she didn't dare open the door.
She could even hear the voice of someone asking outside: "Does that Yang Qiulu live here and here? It's the unfilial girl who beat her parents on the Internet......
"You know what!"
Sister Ling's voice came from next door to help her speak: "After watching some news, I feel that I am so good that I am about to fly, right? Look at you are still students, why do you know so much, do you know the truth, you just come here to find her? Her shameless old mongrel parents can also let you help?"
When the person who originally spoke heard this voice, his momentum suddenly weakened: "...... I...... We just watched the news. ”
"Then why the fuck don't you know how miserable Yang Qiulu is, being beaten by his parents every day and being forced to ask for money, you conscienceless things come to find things after watching some news, what do you want to do? Do you think you are a messenger of justice?"
"Right...... Sorry, we didn't know ......"
They were quickly scared away.
Yang Qiulu just blinked physiologically, she didn't know if she would stay here until she died.
She didn't dare to open the door, and she didn't want to.
The idea of not daring to die before is now getting weaker and weaker.
It's been a normal situation these days, her information has been picked up by netizens, and people keep coming to her door, if it weren't for Sister Ling next door, she even suspected that she would be dragged out and beaten.
Obviously she didn't do anything wrong, the slap in the face really hurts, and her father's fist is really heavy, she just subconsciously resisted, why can't she resist?
Why can you scold her like that?
Her yellowed cheeks were so thin that she eventually burst into tears.
In the past few days, she doesn't know how many times she has cried.