In the evening self-study, Wen Qiong said that she was not feeling well and asked the head teacher for leave, Su Guoer thought that she was asking for leave, and she was bored in the classroom, so she casually found an excuse to follow her.

Su Guo'er and Wen Qiong's family were not in the same direction, and the two were separated at the school gate. Wen Qiong carried her schoolbag and rode a bicycle home, the scenery along the way made her feel a little homesick, and her heart beat faster.

Downstairs, Wen Qiong looked at the window of her home. Her family lived on the second floor, and her mother was once almost pushed downstairs. My mother was delayed all her life because of that man, and so was she. For her sake, her mother did not divorce and endured domestic violence, asking her to marry early and stay away from the family.

Suddenly there was a loud bang. Wen Qiong came back to her senses, hurriedly put the bicycle away, and ran upstairs. Aunt Liu next door walked out, saw her and said worriedly: "Wen Qiong, go and see, your father is beating your mother again, hurry up!" ”

Wen Qiong rushed to the door of the house with her schoolbag on her back, she felt dizzy, and when she saw the door, the picture of her mother being kicked down countless times in her previous life flashed in her mind.

Wen Qiong clenched her fists and pushed the door open, seeing her mother sitting on the ground with blood on her forehead. She shuddered slightly, crouching down to see her mother's injuries. Shang Jing hugged her and turned around, kicked Shang Jing's back with one foot, Wen Qiong looked up sharply and looked at Wen Ling.

Wen Ling held a bottle of wine in his hand and took a sip, "The lost money is back?" It's okay for a woman to give birth to a man, what books you read, and I haven't seen any grades in your reading, don't go tomorrow, follow me to the construction site to help. ”

Shang Jing gasped and hugged Wen Qiong tightly.

Wen Qiong helped her stand up, opened her mouth, and then choked up and said, "Mom, you ......"

Shang Jing shook her head and asked, "Why did you come back so early today?" ”

Wen Ling saw that the mother and daughter ignored him, so angry that he picked up the wine bottle and threw it at Wen Qiong's head.

Shang Jing shouted: "Be careful! As he spoke, he was about to push Wen Qiong away, but Wen Qiong raised her schoolbag as if she was prepared, blocking the flying wine bottles.

When the neighbor Aunt Liu saw it, she was very frightened and hurriedly beckoned, "You two should come to my house first." ”

Wen Qiong glared at Wen Ling fiercely, her eyes were surging with burning anger, Wen Ling was about to hold her, but was shocked by her angry eyes. He narrowed his eyes, "Are you mad at me?" ”

Wen Qiong immediately lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in them. She knew that Wen Ling was self-centered, and she had always scolded and beaten whenever she wanted, and there was no reason to talk to this person.

Shang Jing protected her tightly and said to Wen Ling: "If you want to beat me, just beat me, the child is innocent, I didn't cook well, but Wen Qiong is right, we are such a child." ”

Wen Ling pointed at Wen Qiong, "She dared to stare at me so fiercely just now, this white-eyed wolf who can't be raised!" ”

Shang Jing hurriedly explained: "She didn't, she just glanced at you casually." Wen Ling, she is your daughter. ”

Wen Ling sneered, "Daughter? You don't fight for it, you gave birth to a money-losing goods for me, and you dare to tell me about your daughter! ”

Shang Jing was scared and shrunk her shoulders. Although Wen Qiong was annoyed in her heart, she didn't dare to speak out, and she didn't dare to blatantly scold Wen Ling, because the more he resisted, the more angry he would be, and in the end it was her and her mother who suffered.

Wen Qiong lowered her head and let Wen Ling point at them and scold, and when the scolding was enough, he threw the door out, and Shang Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Wen Qiong looked at the scars on her mother's white forehead, searched for her memories and found the medicine box, and rubbed medicine on Shang Jing.

Shang Jing bent the corners of her mouth, "It's okay, I'll cook for you, don't you have to study at night tonight?" ”

Wen Qiong looked at her, "I've taken a leave of absence and want to rest for one night." ”

Shang Jing nodded, "Okay." Without asking, she went into the kitchen.

Wen Qiong looked at the environment in the house, her parents had always lived here in her previous life, Shang Jing had injuries on both sides for three days, but her mother had never dared to divorce, at first it was for her, and then maybe she was afraid and used to it, so she simply broke off that idea. It wasn't until she gave birth to a child, I don't know why Shang Jing fell from the upstairs because of the dispute, and Wen Ling was punished by law.

But at that time, Wen Qiong was also miserable, and things happened one after another, she was so anxious that she didn't even have time to experience the pleasure of Wen Ling being arrested by the police.

Her mother was a poor woman, and so was she. They were all tortured by men and died at an age when they still had a future.

Shang Jing's cooking is delicious, Wen Qiong didn't learn her craft, and she has always been disgusted by that husband.

After eating, Shang Jing went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and told her to study hard.

Wen Qiong was silent for a moment, went to the kitchen, hugged Shang Jing from behind, and said in a low voice, "Mom, let's get a divorce." ”

Shang Jing's body stiffened, and the sound of water rattled and flowed down her fingers.

Wen Qiong continued: "For me, and for yourself, divorce, don't be beaten by him again, our mother and daughter can live well." ”

The faucet turned off and the sound of water disappeared. Shang Jing said helplessly: "But I don't know anything, I can't support you." ”

Wen Qiong hugged her tightly, "You can do it, I can too, we depend on each other for our lives, and we can always live." I really can't, so I won't go to school. Although she really wanted to go to school, as long as she could get rid of this father, she felt that it was worth it, and besides, she still failed to complete her education after being so compromised in her previous life.

Shang Jing turned around, the lights in the kitchen were dim, Wen Qiong couldn't help but feel sour when she saw the tears in her mother's eyes, but she couldn't shed tears, maybe her tears had already flowed.

Shang Jing held her face, "What's wrong with you today?" It seems to have become much braver. ”

Wen Qiong saw her being beaten before, and she didn't dare to enter the door, because she knew that she would be beaten if she entered the door, so Wen Qiong kept hiding outside and waited for Wen Ling to finish the fight before coming in. Shang Jing was distressed and sad, feeling that her daughter was like another self, and she would be planted in the hands of men in the future. It was because of her thoughts that Wen Qiong was arranged by her to marry a doctor who saved lives in her last life. She thinks that doctors should be the most pitiful, and she thinks that her daughter can live better if she marries a doctor. But what she didn't know was that not long after her death, her daughter also died in the betrayal of the doctor.

Of course, Wen Qiong wouldn't tell her mother about the bad things in her previous life, she pulled Shang Jing out of the kitchen, pressed Shang Jing to the sofa and sat down, and hugged her violently.

Shang Jing was startled and reached out to hug her daughter, "What's wrong?" ”

Wen Qiong buried beside her neck, "Mom, I beg you, divorce." ”

Shang Jing was stunned for a long time, then covered her face, tears flowed down her fingers, "Xiaoqiong, mom doesn't have any skills." You at least have books to read now, and you can still eat and clothe yourself, if you get divorced, your home will be gone, and if you don't have a father, you may not even have books to read. ”

Wen Qiong rubbed her neck, "I'm not afraid, no matter how miserable it is, it won't be worse than now." ”

Shang Jing looked at her daughter who suddenly got close, touched her hair with her hand, and cried silently.

If you want to live a better life in this life, the first thing you want to do is to get rid of Wenling. Wen Qiong couldn't say clearly, but she had to insist that Shang Jing divorce.

Shang Jing was silent for a long time before she said slowly: "Let me think about it, Xiaoqiong, don't be impulsive, you should also think about it, I don't divorce, I just hope you can have a complete home." ”

Wen Qiong shook her head, "That's not the case, it's not like a home with him." You are always beaten, what if you are beaten to death one day? ”

Shang Jing didn't take it to heart, "No, he's not that bold yet." ”

Wen Qiong saw that she couldn't move her mother for a while, so she didn't say anything more.

The mother and daughter leaned together and talked for a long time, and it was not until they returned to their rooms that Wen Ling entered the door with a full body of wine. Wen Qiong couldn't sleep for a while, and when she heard the clanging bells outside, she clenched her fists and endured it.

Wen Ling yelled at Shang Jing, "I haven't come back yet, you dare to go to sleep?" Get out! Make me something to eat, I didn't eat in one night, I'm starving! ”

Wen Qiong looked at the ceiling, her eyes dark.

Wen Qiong woke up the next day, in the room where she had lived for more than ten years, it was the second day she was back at the age of seventeen.

There was footsteps outside the house, and Wen Qiong opened the door. Shang Jing was coming out with breakfast, and the wound on her forehead was covered with gauze, ruining her beautiful face, "Xiaoqiong is awake, go wash up, didn't you do your homework yesterday?" ”

Wen Qiong then remembered, "Yes, I forgot." ”

Shang Jing put breakfast away, "Go to school after eating, and write your homework first." ”

"Hmm." Wen Qiong stepped forward and hugged Shang Jing again.

Shang Jing was stunned and said with a smile: "Why have you been so coquettish since yesterday?" ”

Wen Qiong smiled and sat down to eat breakfast.

Shang Jing watched her eat, and stopped talking.

After Wen Qiong finished eating, she went out with her schoolbag and rode her bicycle to school. The morning sun was rising, and the golden sunlight was shining all over the earth, shining on Wen Qiong's white and tender face, she squinted her eyes, and suddenly felt that it was really good to be able to do it all over again.

With a light smile on her face, Wen Qiong stopped at the school gate.

Su Guo'er also arrived on a bicycle and beckoned to her, "Wen Qiong! ”

She smiled, "Morning. ”

Su Guo'er couldn't help but be stunned when she saw her smile, and then laughed too, "I rarely see you laughing, but you look so good when you smile." ”

Wen Qiong bent her eyebrows, and the two walked to the campus together.

Outside the door, Xiu Qingyan, who was sitting in the car, looked at the girl who was pushing the bicycle.

Meng Ling poked his head out, "Yo, I didn't expect Wen Qiong to laugh." ”

Zeng Ming sighed, "And the smile is quite good." ”

Meng Ling pushed down Xiu Qingyan, "Have you seen it?" ”

Xiu Qingyan replied coldly: "No." After saying that, he got out of the car and entered the school gate.

Meng Ling and the two of them hurriedly followed. They came in Xiuqingyan's car, and as soon as they got off the bus, they were surrounded by many curious students.

The Xiu family is rich and powerful, and it can be said to be a hegemon in the intertwined W City, and the identity of Xiu Qingyan cannot be climbed by ordinary people, and if he can climb it, he has to be a master. Even so, his results are still very good. Wen Qiong's grades are at the bottom and her family is still so bad, she only deserves to be trampled under his feet. After she became sensible, she realized how inadequate she was at that time.

Reborn back, the ignorant feelings of her youth disappeared, Wen Qiong will not be humiliated in a hurry, she made up her mind to be self-reliant, even if she lives humbly in the dust, she still has to rely on herself, she has no confidence in men, she only believes in herself.

Because she didn't finish her homework last night, Wen Qiong didn't have time to think about anything else when she arrived in the classroom, she had to write hard, and she had to always pay attention to the font, so as not to expose the flaws, so it became difficult to even write.

Xiu Qingyan kicked off her chair, "Classmate Wen, hand in your homework!" ”

Wen Qiong threw two finished books to him, he took them, and kicked her chair again, "And! ”

He kicked her pen crooked once, which seriously affected her progress. Wen Qiong gritted her teeth, "Classmate Xiu, don't kick my chair anymore, it's too untutored!" ”

The classmates who were watching the excitement around laughed when they heard this.

Meng Ling also held his stomach and laughed, "Hey, classmate Xiu, what about you, you don't have a tutor!" ”

Xiu Qingyan glared at the back of Wen Qiong's head hatefully, and after a while he stood up, walked over to her desk, and ripped her homework book through. Wen Qiong was helpless and looked up at him.

Xiu Qingyan was condescending, flipped through the homework book casually, and sneered, "It's so badly written, you don't need to write it, just hand it in,"

Wen Qiong threw away the pen and spread out her hand, "Okay, you go and hand it in." ”

Xiu Qingyan's pupils shrank, and he looked straight at her. Wen Qiong also looked at him without flinching.

What he saw in her eyes was disapproving that he was looking at an awkward child. Xiu Qingyan licked his back molars, and instead felt ridiculous that he had this idea.

He pinched Wen Qiong's homework book, turned back to his seat, and shouted, "Class representative, collect your homework!" ”

Wen Qiong's homework was not handed in, only four of the nine subjects were handed in, and the teachers of the other five subjects criticized by name, Wen Qiong's expression did not change, and she was silent when she was punished, let alone go to the trouble of Xiu Qingyan.

Alas, if it weren't for the trouble, her homework would have been completed.