It's school time again, and every time this time comes, Lang Juanzi's heart tuggs. Because she didn't know what kind of situation awaited her when she got home.

To be honest, her family conditions can be said to be much better than the average peer. His father, Lang Hong, was a well-known painter, and often a painting could be sold for millions, or even tens of millions. So, she doesn't have to worry about life at all. However, if you don't have to worry about life, you will naturally have other worries.

Several girls walked over hand in hand, looked at Lang Juanzi's new schoolbag, and said enviously, "I said Juanzi, have you changed your schoolbag again?" Oh my god, that's pretty too! ”

As he spoke, several people surrounded the bag, touching it left and right. The one in the lead continued, "I really envy Juanzi, there is a father who loves her so much, and he buys the latest things all day long. I also wanted to change my schoolbag two days ago, but my mother told me that it was good! ”

"Yes, yes!" Several people chimed in.

Lang Juanzi just laughed dryly, "If you like it, I'll give it to you." ”

The girl was taken aback and hurriedly waved her hand, "No need, no need!" I just said it casually, and my mother also told me that you can't take other people's things. This bag looks good, but it's definitely expensive, and I don't have that much pocket money for you. ”

"Alright then, I'll give you a new one when you celebrate your birthday." After speaking, she walked out of the classroom with her schoolbag, leaving only the group of girls in the same place with starry eyes and sighs.

Lang Juanzi left the school gate and did not take a taxi home immediately. Just walking aimlessly on the street, the reason why she is carrying her schoolbag is because her back is still hot, and it hurts when she moves.

This was the day before yesterday, when Langhong came back from the entertainment, and she only found out the next day, and at the entertainment that day, he saw Yao Hongyu, who was holding her current husband with infinite scenery. It's really funny, the person who is sorry for him is Yao Hongyu, what kind of ability is it to vent all his grievances against his ex-wife to a five-year-old child.

This schoolbag was brought back by him last night, and it can be regarded as an apology for himself. However, Lang Juanzi is not uncommon, such a 'sweet date' after being beaten, her room is almost full. Such a belated apology doesn't make any sense at all, and it's better not to be ruthless in the first place.

Recalling the envy in the eyes of those girls, she secretly thought to herself that if she could, she would rather have nothing at all, just a normal father, and a complete home.

It has been nearly five years since Lang Hong and Yao Hongyu divorced, Yao Hongyu left decisively, did not take away anything in this family, and of course, left her daughter.

Lang Juanzi's eyebrows and eyes are completely inherited from Yao Hongyu, and they are almost carved out of the same mold as her. Every time Lang Hong sees this daughter, he thinks of the ex-wife who humiliated him with a man. So, one day, with the strength of wine, I picked up a broom......

That time, Lang Juanzi was frightened, crying so much that her throat was hoarse, and she had a high fever for several days. Lang Hong held her in his arms with a guilty face and kept apologizing to her. At that time, she also thought that this was just like her father said, he didn't control it, and it won't be in the future.

However, this kind of thing, once it starts, will be like an addiction. Later, Lang Juanzi was so numb in front of Lang Hong that she didn't feel pain, let alone tears.

As she walked, she saw a staff member in a bear doll costume handing out flyers. Next to the staff, there was a table and a banner that read "Say no to domestic violence!" ”

"Little sister, come, give you one." The boy in the doll's costume had a gentle voice, and he handed a flyer to Lang Juanzi. She took it and read the words carefully.

This leaflet is very carefully done, first of all, it is specific what is called domestic violence. Then, write about who you can turn to for help after experiencing domestic violence. It includes the people's police, the staff of the women's federation, and the neighborhood committees. Finally, several workarounds are detailed.

Lang Juanzi's attention was attracted by the 'habeas corpus', and the doll boy looked at her with fascination, so he asked her, "What's the matter, little sister, do you have any questions?" ”

"Brother, what does this 'writ of habeas corpus' mean?" Her voice was sweet, as if she was really just asking the question out of curiosity.

"Well, our country's "Anti-Domestic Violence Law" stipulates that when a person suffers domestic violence, he can apply for this habeas corpus. Then it will be accepted by our people's court. This writ of habeas corpus can order the respondent to leave the applicant's residence, or it can prohibit the respondent from approaching and harassing the applicant, etc. All of the above is mainly to protect the personal safety of victims of domestic violence. ”

She held the flyer tightly, as if she saw the future and hope.

"Thank you, big brother." She smiled and thanked the big boy in the doll costume and jumped away.

Yao Hongyu looked at her well-behaved daughter sitting opposite, and didn't know what to say for a while. I can only pick up the teacup and borrow tea to hide the embarrassment. Although the two of them are mother and daughter, they haven't seen each other for nearly five years. I met suddenly, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

"That Juanzi, try this light cheesecake, this is the most popular in this shop!" She pushed the cake in front of Lang Juanzi.

Lang Juanzi forked a small piece and put it in her mouth, tasted it carefully, then put down the fork and didn't move again. She secretly looked at the glamorous woman in front of her, as if it was very different from what she remembered.

"What? Isn't it delicious? Would you like something else? Yao Hongyu saw that she only took one bite and thought it was unappetizing.

"No, it tastes good. It's just that I'm not a big fan of sweets. Lang Juanzi was busy explaining, for fear that her mother would order more.

Yao Hongyu looked at her with some guilt, "Oh, I didn't know you didn't like sweets." I thought kids would like it. ”

"It's okay, we've been apart for so long, it's normal that you don't know."

"Well, Juanzi, Mom has something she wants to ask your opinion on."

"What's the matter?"

Yao Hongyu was a little nervous, she clenched the teacup in her hand, and asked cautiously, "Juanzi, would you like to live with your mother?" Mom is willing to negotiate custody with your dad if you want. ”

"......" Lang Juanzi looked at Yao Hongyu in disbelief, only feeling that her nose was sour. The woman in front of her, speaking in the gentlest tone, looked at her with loving eyes. These are all things that she has only appeared in her dreams for so many years, and she has never really experienced them.

"Juanzi? What's wrong? Seeing that the woman looked worried, Lang Juanzi smiled at her. This laugh is truly heartfelt.

"Nothing, can I really live with my mother?" The word mom was spoken for the first time after many years.

Hearing this answer, Yao Hongyu ran over from her seat excitedly and hugged Juanzi tightly into her arms. Lang Juanzi enjoyed her mother's warm embrace, smiling happily, smiling and laughing, but tears flowed down her eyes.

It seems that God has finally begun to favor her.

Yao Hongyu drove her stylish Lamborghini Urus home to send Lang Juanzi home, and before parting, she also gave the girl a bag, "I ordered a few clothes for you from a foreign designer, you go home and take a look, if you like it, your mother will order a few more for you." ”

"Thank you, Mom!" Lang Juanzi took the bag, approached Yao Hongyu's cheek, and gently gave her a kiss.

"Oh, what a good boy." Yao Hongyu happily touched her head, "Okay, come in, mom will take you to the playground another day." ”

"Okay, goodbye Mom!" Lang Juanzi stood at the door of the house, watching Yao Hongyu's car gradually move away. When I turned around and saw the lights in my house, I knew that it wouldn't be easy for a while.

She opened the door and walked to the entrance to change her shoes, when a male voice sounded overhead, "Where have you been?" Only coming back now? What do you have in your hand? A series of questions came at her, and Lang Juanzi just stood there with her head down, barefoot, and didn't say a word.

"You speak! Dumb? Lang Hong said, so he came up and pushed his daughter, and by the way, snatched the bag in her hand. He violently tore open the paper bag, revealing the elaborate girl's clothes inside. He knows the design, or rather, he knows the person who made it.

"You went to see the woman today?" Lang Hong threw the clothes aside, approached Lang Juanzi step by step, and asked through gritted teeth.

Lang Juanzi stood there like a wooden man, as if what Lang Hong did could not affect her. Only when Lang Hong threw those clothes did she silently clench her fists.

"You speak! Why not speak! Are you still polite, the elders ask you what kind of attitude you have! Lang Hong really couldn't stand his daughter's indifferent attitude, he felt like he was being ridiculed. Angry, he raised his hand and slapped his daughter's delicate cheek.

With a "snap", the slap echoed in the empty house. This slap, Lang Hong didn't hide his strength, Lang Juanzi's head was beaten to the side, half of his face turned red instantly, and a slap mark could be faintly seen.

"Yes, I'm going to see her. She asked me to live with her, and I agreed. Lang Juanzi raised her head and looked at Lang Hong's eyes fearlessly. It was the first time she had refuted him in so many years.

At this moment, these words undoubtedly add fuel to the fire. Lang Hong had red eyes and dragged her into the living room. Close the curtains in the living room so that people outside can't see what's going on inside.

"What are you going to see her for? Did I tell you that she is dead, and the two of us are the only ones left in the world who are related by blood. Why are you so disobedient! Langhong roared hysterically, and by the way, he picked up the coffee tray at hand, raised his hand, and hit his daughter.

Even after experiencing so many beatings, Lang Juanzi still subconsciously dodged. However, the more she dodged, the stronger Lang Hong's hands became.

"You still want to live with her? You just dream! If you dare to go, I'll beat you to death!" Don't you want to think about who has worked hard to bring you up over the years? That woman didn't do anything, she didn't even care about you, she just wanted to take you away? You let her do her spring and autumn dreams! ”

With vicious words in his mouth, Lang Hong's hands did not stop at all. It wasn't until he felt tired that he threw the tray aside and staggered out the door.

The silver tray had changed shape at the moment. Lang Juanzi curled up on the floor, and there was nothing in her body that didn't hurt. Hearing the sound of Lang Hong closing the door, she covered her face and cried out the tears she had just endured.

She sat up slowly, hugged her knees, stared blankly at the various collectibles on the Bogu shelf, and muttered to herself, "I, I grew up by myself, what does it have to do with you!" I must leave here with my mother, and leave here forever. ”

After a long pause, Lang Juanzi slowly got up from the floor and limped up to the second floor. Taking off the clothes that already had many holes on her body, Lang Juanzi stood in front of the mirror and looked at her thin self. I don't know if it's because she hasn't started to develop yet, she's a little shorter than her peers, and when she assembles in the class, she always stands in the front rows.

There were not a few taels of flesh on his body, and now he was full of scars. The color of the wounds ranged from bright red, dark red, to brown crusts. The old and the new, mixed together. She turned on the shower and stood under the water, cleaning the wounds on her body. Then he wiped his body, took out iodine wine from the shelf next to him, and tried to medicate himself with difficulty.

Since there were so many wounds on her back, some of them she couldn't reach, so she had to pour iodine on her back and let it run down little by little. The pain of iodine hitting the wound finally made her cry again.

For so many years, she has never understood that if Lang Hong hated Yao Hongyu so much, why did they get married in the first place, and why did they give birth to themselves? Don't they all say that children are the crystallization of their parents' love? But why do you feel that your home is the crystallization of hatred? I don't know how long I cried, until my back began to feel cold, and Lang Juanzi got up and got dressed.

When she returned to her room and opened a small locked box, she took out the 'anti-domestic violence' leaflet she had received a few days ago and studied it carefully. She felt that if she wanted to apply for a 'writ of habeas corpus', she had to have a careful plan.

What children say is sometimes not as convincing as adults. What Lang Juanzi is most afraid of is that if she tells the school teacher or the people in the neighborhood committee what happened to her, those people only think that they are lying, then it is really miserable. She must find someone who will believe her words, and this person must have a certain right to speak, preferably in important organs and departments. Otherwise, once Langhong turns over, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this moment, the browser pushed a powerful message, "Our city's criminal police have cracked a serial murder case against women". Curiosity drove her to click on the article, which was full of how the policeman wittily collected clues to rescue the hostages. At the end of the article, there is also a group photo of the criminal police team, in which a woman in a suit and a high ponytail caught the attention of Lang Juanzi.

She has a little impression of this woman, isn't it the psychological counselor at the school, it seems that she is still a volunteer teacher. If such an adult woman with a high degree and connections on both sides of the school police station came to help her, it would definitely be half the effort.

Lang Juanzi went to the school website to check the woman's information, a doctor of criminal psychology, who is studying juvenile delinquency and so on. She looked at the woman on the screen with a faint smile and laughed along.

Teacher Cheng? See you tomorrow!