Wen Qiong held the medicine and hid in a daze at the corner of the stairs, and after about ten minutes, she sorted out her mood and went to the doctor to find Shang Jing.

Shang Jing glanced at her hand, then took her piggy bank, her eyes flashed with distress, "It's all used up?" ”

Wen Qiong nodded.

The doctor gave a few more instructions, the two left the hospital, and Wen Qiong rode a bicycle to take Shangjing home.

As soon as she arrived downstairs, a flower pot fell from upstairs, Wen Qiong hurriedly threw down her bicycle and pulled Shang Jing to dodge.

Wen Ling poked his head out, his face hideous, "Where did you go?" Leave Lao Tzu at home alone, Shang Jing will lose money and goods, and you will come up, see if I don't kill you! ”

Shang Jing trembled. Wen Qiong held Shang Jing's hand tightly, "Let's go live outside." ”

Shang Jing shook her head, "We don't have any money, you wait downstairs, I'll go up first, and you will come up later." ”

Wen Qiong refused, she pulled Shang Jing tightly, "Mom, I beg you, divorce." ”

Shang Jing looked at her sadly.

Wen Qiong wanted to kneel, but was pulled by Shang Jing, and she choked up: "Mom will think about it again, and give you the answer tomorrow, tomorrow." ”

Wen Qiong nodded with tears in her eyes.

This night, Wen Qiong ignored Shang Jing's pleading, and stood directly in front of Shang Jing, and was beaten by Wen Ling so that her back hurt hotly, and when she lay on the bed, she was already numb to the pain, as if her body was not hers at all. The rupture in Shang Jing's eyes made her extremely happy, as long as Shang Jing was willing to divorce, it would be nothing for her to be beaten.

She thought she would be in so much pain that she couldn't sleep, but she still fell asleep in a daze, and in the haze, a pair of hands gently lifted her clothes and gently helped her with medicine. The next day, the smell of medicine on her body let her know that Shang Jing came to take care of her in the middle of the night.

Even after rubbing the medicine, Wen Qiong still felt a pain in her back. She opened the door and saw Shang Jing sitting on the sofa, her eyes bloodshot, "Mom, you haven't slept all night?" ”

Shang Jing raised her head, her voice hoarse, "Let's have breakfast, go to school after eating." ”

Wen Qiong said, "You have to sleep later." ”

"Okay."

As soon as Wen Qiong picked up the porridge in her hand, Shang Jing's voice suddenly sounded behind her, "Xiaoqiong, your father will not divorce, my mother has not thought about divorce, first, it is for you, and second, your father will definitely not agree." ”

Wen Qiong turned her head, "Then rely on the law to get him to agree." ”

"But how?" Shang Jing doesn't understand that, she has a good skin, and she is a typical housewife. There are many people who have suffered domestic violence in this era, and few of them are really divorced. Wen Qiong's thoughts were ten years ahead, and Shang Jing, who she knew, didn't know.

Wen Qiong's eyes were firm, "You don't have to worry, as long as you are willing to divorce, I have a way." ”

Shang Jing was a little worried, "Don't do stupid things. ”

Wen Qiong took a sip of porridge, "No, don't worry." ”

After she finished breakfast, she got up and hugged Shang Jing, Shang Jing just wanted to touch her back, but she was afraid of hurting her, her daughter would never protect her like this before, her daughter was also afraid of pain, she didn't want her daughter to help her block, she could bear the pain on her, but when she saw her daughter's injury last night, she suddenly found that such days were like falling into hell, and there was no daylight.

Wen Qiong rode a bicycle, and her back hurt every time she moved, so she could only push the bike to school.

She completed her homework well yesterday and handed it in on time today, Xiu Qingyan didn't say anything, and looked at her with interest.

At the end of the morning reading, Wen Qiong was about to go to the teacher to change seats. But before she could get up, the table slammed into her back. At that moment, a huge pain came, and she lay on the table, unable to breathe.

Su Guo'er turned her head and shouted, "Xiu Qingyan, you're enough!" ”

Meng Ling was very surprised to see Wen Qiong lying on the table for a long time and didn't get up, and also looked at Xiu Qingyan. Xiu Qingyan's eyes stared at the person in front of him with heavy eyes.

Su Guo'er brushed the ground and stood up, "I'm going to tell the teacher!" ”

Ban Hua turned her head and her eyes were full of ridicule, "Just hit it like that, and it didn't have much strength, why does it seem to hurt a lot, Wen Qiong, don't pretend to be pitiful!" ”

Wen Qiong was really in pain, she clutched the pen in her hand tightly, and almost broke it from it.

Seeing this, Meng Ling said in a low voice: "I don't think it's a joke!" ”

Xiu Qingyan's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and when he saw the green tendons on the back of her white hand blooming, he got up suddenly, came to her side, put his hand around her waist, and picked her up horizontally.

Cold sweat oozed from Wen Qiong's forehead, and blood stained from her lower lip. At this time, it was only when the people who watched the excitement realized that something was wrong.

Xiu Qingyan looked at her face, frowned, and strode towards the door.

She is very thin, and Xiu Qingyan can easily pick it up. He lifted his fingertips and touched her bones through the clothing, the blue and white school uniform pressed against her back, touching the wound, and in the pain she opened her eyes in a trance, and saw the resolute jaw, she was in pain, it hurt so much.

When they arrived at the infirmary, the teacher kicked them out and asked Wen Qiong, "What's wrong?" ”

Wen Qiong shook her head, "I'm fine, I'll be fine later." ”

"I'll check it for you." Seeing her back, the teacher suddenly gasped.

Wen Qiong grabbed the teacher's hand, "Teacher, please don't say it." ”

The teacher looked at the bruised back and asked, "Who hit it?" You're a day student, right? Your parents called? ”

Wen Qiong smiled bitterly, "Yes." ”

"Father or mother?"

"My mother was also a victim."

The teacher was incredulous, "You can sue your father for such a serious situation." ”

Wen Qiong nodded, "Teacher, do you have a mobile phone?" ”

"Yes."

Smartphones have not been widely used in recent years, but taking pictures is not a problem.

Wen Qiong lay on the bed and said, "Teacher, can you help me pat my back?" The photos are left and can be used later. ”

The teacher was stunned, she didn't expect this little girl to have such an idea, "Okay, I'll help you, what's your name?" ”

"Wen Qiong."

"Wen Qiong, you are very smart."

Wen Qiong smiled, where is she smart, she and her mother are too stupid, so they will be held in the palm of the hand by the man and can't turn over.

When the head teacher, Mr. Wu, heard the news and asked outside the door, "Mr. Liu, how is Wen Qiong?" ”

Teacher Liu took a photo and asked Wen Qiong, "Let Teacher Wu come in?" ”

Wen Qiong thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay." ”

Teacher Liu pulled down Wen Qiong's clothes a little and went to call Teacher Wu, and as soon as Teacher Wu came in, he saw the scars on Wen Qiong's back. He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "Xiu Qingyan can't be such a bastard!" ”

Teacher Liu was helpless, "You can see it clearly, her injury was drawn by the belt, not by Xiu Qingyan." ”

Teacher Wu didn't get too close, and after a while, he suddenly understood, "Wen Qiong, it's your father." ”

Wen Qiong responded: "Hmm." ”

"Your dad really ......" Teacher Wu doesn't like Wen Qiong with poor grades very much, and she doesn't like her father either, and even disgusts hers.

Wen Qiong smothered on the pillow, "Teacher Wu, if my mother wants a divorce, can I trouble you to be my witness?" ”

Teacher Wu looked at Teacher Liu, Teacher Liu nodded, and Teacher Wu replied, "Yes, I will be your witness." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Wu."

Wen Qiong buried herself in the pillow and suppressed her tears.

Teacher Wu told Wen Qiong to rest, turned around and walked out of the infirmary.

Xiu Qingyan leaned against the wall and raised his head, a trace of irritability crossed his eyes.

Meng Ling followed Su Guo'er forward and asked, "Teacher, how is she?" ”

Teacher Wu paused, "Let her rest, I will ask the teacher for leave in the next class." ”

Meng Ling said: "She was in a wrong situation just now, even if Xiu Qingyan kicked the table, it would not be possible for her to hurt like that." ”

Teacher Wu's mind flashed Wen Qiong's expression of begging him, and he waved his hand, "It has nothing to do with you, she is not feeling well." ”

Su Guo'er said indignantly: "It must be Xiu Qingyan, Xiu Qingyan not only kicked the table, what else must he have done?" ”

Meng Ling pointed at Su Guo'er, "Don't spew blood, Xiu Qingyan is not that kind of person!" ”

Su Guo'er sneered, "You boys, do you know what pain is?" You love to bully people, you disdain people when they like you, and you are unwilling to do it if you don't like it, and you have to bully others, it's so hateful! ”

Xiu Qingyan is a good student in the eyes of Teacher Wu, and when he heard this, he looked at Xiu Qingyan. Xiu Qingyan looked at the infirmary with a faint gaze and said, "If she has something, I will be responsible for it to the end." ”

Su Guo'er sneered again, "Responsible in the end?" What are you? Do you want to be in charge of the family and not be responsible for you, you have an inexplicable sense of superiority all day long, which is disgusting! ”

Meng Ling coldly stopped, "Shut up!" ”

Teacher Wu was helpless, "Okay, they're all classmates, Su Guo'er, you're a girl, it's too heavy, Wen Qiong's injury has nothing to do with Xiu Qingyan, don't be so excited." ”

Su Guoer looked at Teacher Wu, "Just because you teachers are biased, you can make mistakes with good grades, and you can't forgive mistakes with poor grades!" ”

Teacher Wu's face became particularly ugly. Su Guo'er stared at him for a few seconds, then turned her head fiercely, with tears in her eyes.

Mr. Wu taught from elementary school to junior high school, and then from junior high school to high school, and he was very clear about the changes in students. When I was in elementary school, students were afraid of teachers, and junior high school began to rebel, and in high school, I basically didn't take teachers seriously, but Su Guoer's words also made him feel ashamed, many teachers have such eccentricity, and he is no exception. He sighed and turned to leave.

Su Guo'er glared at Meng Ling, pushed open the door of the infirmary, and went to see Wen Qiong.

Meng Ling turned his head to look at Xiu Qingyan, "Are you going back?" ”

Xiu Qingyan sat down on the steps, his long legs stretched, "You go back, I'll take a look at her." ”

Meng Ling persuaded: "The teacher said, it's none of your business. ”

"Hmm." Xiu Qingyan's slender fingers rested on his legs, and the wind blew up, blowing the black hair on his forehead.

Meng Ling also sat down beside him, "Let's take a look at her too, what's wrong with her?" ”

Xiu Qingyan's eyes were lowered and he was silent.

Wen Qiong fell asleep in the infirmary, and when Su Guo'er went in, she was lying on her stomach, Su Guo'er didn't dare to move, sitting next to the chair, guarding her.

Half an hour later, Wen Qiong woke up leisurely and saw Su Guo'er, struggling to get up. Su Guo'er immediately helped her up, "How are you?" Is it better? ”

Wen Qiong curled the corners of her mouth, "Much better." "It's not good, it still hurts, although I take medicine, but the injury is so severe that it hurts if I move a little. But she didn't want to continue sleeping, so she went out of the infirmary with Su Guoer.

Xiu Qingyan and Meng Ling, who were waiting outside, saw her come out, and they all left and stood up, and there were a lot of cigarette butts on the ground.

Meng Ling looked at Xiu Qingyan and stepped forward to ask, "Are you okay?" ”

Wen Qiong shook her head, "It's okay." ”

Su Guo'er glared at them, "Don't cry rats." ”

Meng Ling was furious, "You! ”

Wen Qiong glanced at Xiu Qingyan, his dark eyes looked at him faintly, and Wen Qiong looked away. This casual glance made Xiu Qingyan against his teeth.

Wen Qiong was supported by Su Guo'er and slowly walked towards the classroom. Halfway through the lesson, the school was quiet, except for the PE students bouncing on the playground.

Wen Qiong and the two of them went up the stairs, with Xiu Qingyan and Meng Ling following behind. A gust of wind blew, blowing the long hair of the two girls in front of her, and at the same time, it also blew up the hem of Wen Qiong's wide clothes, looming under the clothes.

Meng Ling was stunned for a moment, and asked Xiu Qingyan in a low voice, "Have you seen it?" ”

Xiu Qingyan naturally saw that there were many bruises on Wen Qiong's back. He extinguished the cigarette butt and strode over to Wen Qiong.

Wen Qiong suddenly blocked a person in front of her, and she stopped.

Xiu Qingyan half-squatted down and said, "I injured you, I'm responsible, come up, I'll carry you." ”

The wind was very strong, not only blowing Wen Qiong's clothes, but also the white shirt on Xiu Qingyan's body was also blown up, occasionally revealing his thin waist.

Wen Qiong smiled and walked past him, "It has nothing to do with you." ”

Xiu Qingyan squatted in place, looking at the figure that was getting farther and farther away, clenching his fists and frowning.

Meng Ling stepped forward and also learned his movements and squatted, "I found that Wen Qiong has changed a lot. ”

Xiu Qingyan snorted coldly and stood up straight.

Meng Ling deliberately teased: "Why, you didn't notice it so obviously? ”

Xiu Qingyan ignored him and silently followed.