It was the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ning Bing'er didn't know what the festival was like for a long time, and the food left for her at home was either leftovers, or some food and drink that Wu's mother quietly left for her.

Ning Bing'er, as usual, finished her homework and piano practice, and quietly hid in the corner playing with rag dolls alone, immersed in her own world.

As usual, my father came back from the party, and that day was no exception.

He came home drunk, the half-drunk and half-awake man had a sad face, Yuan Xuefei was worried and stepped forward to help, and Ning Bing'er didn't seem to see her father enter the house, and continued to play with her toys.

My father, who had already gone up a few stairs, suddenly turned his head to see Bing'er playing with dolls in the corner of the living room, and shouted angrily: "Bing'er, why don't you know how to say hello when you see your father entering the house?"

Ning Bing'er, who had been bowing her head and playing with toys, never thought that her father would talk to her, let alone that her father would beat and scold her next, and she would do it so ruthlessly.

The stubborn Ning Bing'er was originally an air-like existence at home, as to whether she shouted or not, it didn't mean much, her temper was on her brain again, and she squinted coldly at the drunken man, and continued to bow her head and play with the little doll, as if the person she just shouted was not herself.

"Bing'er, didn't you hear me talking to you?" Ning Guowei broke free from Yuan Xuefei's support and walked towards his daughter with angry eyes.

Stumbling down the stairs, the drunken man's cerebellar balance was also reduced, shaking his body, and walking towards Ning Bing'er with a resentful face.

Ning Bing'er, who was ignorant at that time, was not afraid at all, and she was not willing to hide, but Ning Xiangtian, who was riding on a small bicycle, jumped down in fear and quickly ran to her mother's arms to hug her.

"Bang" The bicycle fell to the ground with a muffled sound, Ning Xiangtian hugged his mother tightly, and for the first time saw his father like an angry male lion, wanting to attack his prey as fierce.

And Yuan Xuefei, who has not lost her maternal aura, also hugged her son tightly, carefully protected it in her arms, tightly covered the child's eyes, and her bewitching red lips revealed an evil smile.

Ning Bing'er was not scared at all, she just opened her big watery eyes and calmly watched the man approach, and the strong manly aura finally covered her child's heart.

The stubborn Ning Bing'er always thought that his father was reluctant to beat him, after all, his father had never beaten him, no matter how much he hated his mother, no matter how much he hated his existence, he had never done it, and he would definitely not do it today.

But Ning Bing'er overestimated her father's kindness and love, or Ning Guowei didn't love Ning Bing'er before, so he walked over angrily, grabbed Bing'er's arm hard, and hit her ass with the other hand, still muttering: "If you don't discipline yourself well today, how will you get it in the future." ”

"Let you not call people? Who taught you to be rude? Who taught you not to have a tutor?" Ning Guowei's blood-stained angry eyes were full of sparks, and he slapped his daughter's petite body one by one.

For the first time, I felt that disappointment and despair were enveloping me, and for the first time, I felt that I was a superfluous person in this world.

But with a slap on the ass, Ning Bing'er felt no pain in her chest, and the pain in her chest almost suffocated her, almost giving up hope of living.

The pain of the flesh is just some flesh and blood suffering, and what hurts more is that the father doesn't care about his feelings, doesn't cherish his beatings, or inexplicably wants to prove his family status and use himself to show off his might.

At that time, Ning Bing'er, who was very young, was extremely strong, no matter how her father punished herself, she would only stare at her eyes like a wooden fish, looking at Yuan Xuefei's mother and son with hatred, and there was not a single tear in her dry eyes.

Ning Xiangtian, who was well protected, struggled to peek at Bing'er being beaten, and saw distress and fear in his eyes, more fear, he may have watched his father beat someone for the first time, and it was his own sister who was beaten, and the feeling of panic and anxiety made him a little broken.

At that moment, Ning Bing'er felt ironic, a wild seed could be cared for, but she was so miserable that she could only be humiliated and scolded.

Constantly mocking yourself pathetic and ridiculous!

Maybe Ning Xiangtian's glance made Ning Bing'er remember that this boy's nature was not bad, or maybe it was not as unbearable as she imagined.

Slowly, Bing'er became a redundant punching bag in the family, her father occasionally taught her, Yuan Xuefei didn't dare to be in a good mood, and always thought about torturing herself, but Ning Xiangtian, a fool, enjoyed the pleasure of bullying herself on the surface, but every time she started, she always raised her hand high and fell lightly.

Why didn't Ning Bing'er discover these small details?

It's just that she has already suffered a lot, and Ning Xiangtian's kindness to her is no longer insignificant, and it doesn't matter if she has it or not.

Thinking about it, Ning Bing'er gasped heavily, and let out a long breath, this world is really amazing, going around and around, it seems to be back to the original point, and start again.

"Where are you?" Bing'er, are you tired?" Ning Xiangtian suddenly sat up straight, looked at Ning Bing'er with sleepy eyes and asked.

Hazy and concerned will still be icy.

Ning Xiangtian, who was a little ignorant just now, yawned, let out a long sigh of relief, stretched his waist, turned his neck, and then looked at Bing'er seriously for three minutes.

I saw that Ning Bing'er was driving very calmly, with no intention of answering him, her expression was very focused, and her eyes were also very cold.

This is a master of emotional control, even if she is full of Ning Xiangtian, she can also show calmness and stability, so that you can't notice the slightest abnormality.

"Bing'er, come and have a drink. Saying that, Ning Xiangtian opened the thermos cup, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Ning Bing'er, the concern in his eyes was mixed with doting love, and a warm current surged in his heart again inexplicably.

Reaching out to take the water, he inadvertently touched Ning Xiangtian's hand, such a warm big hand, like a fire, which could burn all over the body in an instant, and the blood was boiling.

For some reason, no matter how cold Ning Bing'er's body was, as long as she came into contact with Ning Xiangtian, even if it was a second of collision, her body could release a scorching energy to burn her body.

In an instant, Ning Bing'er immediately withdrew her hand, blushed slightly, and kicked the accelerator far away, so frightened that Ning Xiangtian grabbed the handrail in a panic, and glanced at this nervous woman suspiciously.

"Bing'er, slow down, drive at night, slow down, if you're tired, come and I'll drive!" Ning Xiangtian didn't notice Ning Bing'er's abnormality, and said nervously.

"Who wants you to drive, you don't even know the road, what kind of car will you drive?" Ning Bing'er said coldly and sarcastically.

Hearing Ning Bing'er's sarcasm so coldly and arrogantly, Ning Xiangtian lowered his head in disappointment, pursed his lips, didn't dare to say anything, just looked at the front blankly, and for a moment, he was completely sleepy, calmly looking at the dark road in front of him, and quietly accompanied her.