At this time, Tang Yuxin came out of the kitchen with a bowl again.

"Are you still eating?" Sang Zhilan's eyes were red with anger, and her heart was also red, she directly overturned Tang Yuxin's bowl, which was filled with noodles that had just been fished out of the pot, and all the noodles and soup were splashed on Tang Yuxin's hands.

With a snap, a slap was thrown on Tang Yuxin's face, "Why did I give birth to such a white-eyed wolf as you, if something happens to Nini, I must kill you, a white-eyed wolf." ””

Her whole body was trembling, and when she saw Tang Yuxin's dead appearance, she decided that she was deliberate, and when she touched the broom on the side, she hit Tang Yuxin without a head or face.

Tang Yuxin stood still and didn't move, her fingers hanging down her side trembled slightly, and there were already a lot of blisters on it.

And her slightly drooping eyelashes were also flashing lightly, but she never cried or begged for mercy.

Sang Qilan was ruthless at all, at this time, she didn't regard Tang Yuxin as her daughter at all, but as an enemy.

When she was tired, she was in a hurry to find Wei Tian and see her daughter Wei Jiani, and even in a hurry, she didn't even close the door.

Tang Yuxin raised her face, but what came into her eyes was cold, well, she was waiting for it, this day, yes, it is this day, she can't forget a day in her life, otherwise, why would she be so obedient, what she was waiting for was this day, the day she was nine years old, Wei Jiani was sick, and she didn't know that she was beaten to death by Sang Zhilan, and finally locked up outside the room and didn't give her food.

At that time, to the Wei family, she was really, as humble as a dog and disgusting.

She has a life, and even a hair of Wei Jiani can't be compared.

She touched her arm, it hurt, and there was a burning pain on her face, many things, she had forgotten, but there was only one thing, even if she was reincarnated again and again, it was impossible to forget the pain that Sang Zhilan had put on her.

She glanced up at the calendar hanging on the wall, the oldest-fashioned one with red numbers on it.

She walked to the door, then reached out and slammed the door shut, then lowered her head and walked out of the place.

She walked on her own feet, from the afternoon, until it was dark, until she came to a bridge, and then found a place for herself to sit down, the early autumn wind, it was already very cold, and the early autumn day was also very cold.

The wind blew on her face, as if it had taken away, and the burning pain was still there

She hugged her knees tightly, and did not cry, nor shed a single tear.

She's waiting for someone.

Someone who would appear today, and she was someone who never remembered her face and didn't know her name.

It was a little brother, the little brother accompanied her all night, gave her all his clothes, he carried her to find food to eat, water to drink, and took her home. However, so far, I only remember that it is a little brother, but the rest is all forgotten.

She hugged her arms, her little red lips, and she pursed them tightly.

She knows that now Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian are both in the hospital, taking care of their daughter, whether she is dead or alive has nothing to do with them, they themselves are intentional, beating her to half death as a nine-year-old child, and then leave it alone, right?

Let her suffer both physically and mentally.

She has forgotten how she survived in her previous life, but the only thing she remembers is their cold face and hatred, so that she has never forgotten the pain at that time in her life.

She hugged her legs, almost burying her head in her knees.

Her face hurts, her whole body hurts, the wind blows on her body from time to time, almost drying the water on her body, lonely, lonely, scared, afraid.

Although she has grown up, although she is not really nine years old, although she has already lived a lifetime.

However, when it comes to darkness, it is an instinctive fear, and for loneliness, you may get used to it, but it is also the fear of loneliness that you can't get used to.

There seemed to be footsteps in her ears, she slowly raised her face, and there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing in front of her, saying that it was a boy, but in fact he had grown to a very tall age, maybe about one meter seven, and he was a teenager.

Still with a slightly childish face, wearing a simple jacket and a pair of pants, I don't know why he is here, but he just appeared here.

Tang Yuxin sniffed her nose, she saw him again, and she also saw his appearance clearly, at night, in the dimness, there was the light of the street lamp, and under the street lamp, there were the boy's facial features, although he was childish, but he was also tough.

The boy took off his coat and put it on Tang Yuxin's body.

Then I touched her face.

"Does it hurt?"

Tang Yuxin sniffed again, she shook her head, and just opened her eyes wide, remembering his face for the first time by the street lamp not far away

He has a pair of slender eyes, and his facial features are not very good when they are separated, but when they are combined, they are the coordination of the people, she thought, if he goes to be a soldier in the future, when he wears a military uniform, he must be very handsome, just like that Mr. Gu.

And this face also seems to be slightly familiar, but where it comes from, she can't find it.

The young man rolled up Tang Yuxin's sleeves, and saw that the child's little arms were covered with traces of injury, some were swollen, some were blue, and some were also oozing blood.

He rolled up her pants again, and so did her legs.

"Who hit it?" The young man stretched out his hand and helped Tang Yuxin up, Tang Yuxin was still young, only nine years old, and he was younger than ordinary children, like six years old, and in his previous life, he also carried Tang Yuxin like this, and took her for a long time before he found something to sell, and then when Tang Yuxin woke up, she was already at the door of the Wei family.

If she could, she would never want to go to such a hellish place again in her life.

Tang Yu's heart trembled her eyelashes, she grabbed the clothes on her body with her own hands, this dress has been with her for a long time, and she was used as a quilt and a pillow in that dark little dog kennel.

The boy stopped, lowered his head, and looked at the little girl with half a swollen face.

"Tell my brother, who beat him?" Who beat the child like this, who has no parents, who has no children, who is so ruthless? If he wants to be so ruthless to such a young child, he thinks that his father is already very ruthless and can beat him to death, but now when he sees the appearance of this little girl, he knows, what is called beating to death?