"What's wrong? Is it a broken foot? ”

Ji Yu approached Song Jing with the lantern to see if he wanted it, but she saw his pale lips and dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What the hell is going on?" Ji Yu asked urgently.

Song Jing was still holding on, "It's okay, it's just a little bit, and it didn't hurt ......"

After speaking, he gritted his teeth and kicked twice to show Ji Yu.

It's strange that Ji Yu will believe him, his situation doesn't look like a broken foot at all, and he clearly supports something.

Thinking that he had grabbed his arm just now, he snorted in pain, Ji Yu grabbed that arm again, pushed the sleeve up, and then his pupils shrank.

There were criss-crossing red marks on this arm, some of which had even broken skin and oozing blood, and where the red marks were not covered, there were black bruises all over it, as if they had been pinched by human hands.

Ji Yu changed the lantern and pulled his other arm to check, it was the same situation.

The most embarrassing side was seen by Ji Yu, Song Jing was a little embarrassed, smiled strongly, and was about to tear off his sleeves.

"Just carelessly...... It's all right, you go back and rest......"

"Shut up." Ji Yu interrupted him, stared into his eyes and asked, "Is it her?" ”

No wonder, from the moment he felt that he was weak to speak.

She thought it was because of nervousness and worry, but it turned out that she had been beaten like this.

It's all beaten like this, and they come to explain to themselves......

Song Jing paused, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Okay, the son doesn't say anything about the mother, right?"

Ji Yu nodded, held her forehead with one hand, took a deep breath, and spun around in place.

The heart is still blocked, and it is angry and uncomfortable.

"Ji Yu, don't ...... it"

"Don't talk to me yet."

Ji Yu said this to him, stood for a while, suddenly turned around, grabbed Song Jing's wrist and pulled him into the courtyard.

Song Jing was stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses when he entered the hall.

It wasn't until Ji Yu pressed him on the chair and took out the medicine box that he reacted, and he suddenly felt like he was on pins and needles.

But Ji Yu pressed one hand on his shoulder and refused to let go.

"Ji Yu, it's so late, it's already very unruly for me to knock on the door, and now it's like this, it's not appropriate......"

Ji Yu didn't pay attention to him at all, and just buried her head in giving him medicine.

I thought it was just a few skin wounds, but after a closer look, I realized that there were too many wounds, more than she could imagine.

There were not only pinch marks and whipping marks, but also some small holes on the surface of the skin, as if pricked by something sharp.

She thought that these injuries were only on her little arms, but when she rubbed them, she found that those marks were still spreading upwards.

Ji Yu put her things on the table on the side, freed her hand, and pulled Song Jing's sleeves up to her shoulders.

He wore a wide-sleeved shirt issued by the academy, so it didn't take much trouble.

Song Jing couldn't stop it, and his entire arm was already exposed, and he felt a little embarrassed, and a trace of blush spread to his pale face.

He called her name "Xiao, Xiaoyu......"

Ji Yu turned a deaf ear.

The wound medicine rubbed against his shoulder, and the red marks were still extending inside.

This is the case with both arms.

Ji Yu finally raised her eyes and asked, "Where else did you hurt?" ”

Song Jing was silent again.

Ji Yu didn't talk nonsense with him, grabbed the placket of his Yuehun mouth, pulled it to both sides, and then ripped open his middle coat.

Sure enough—red marks and bruises spread all over the entire moon.

As for the back, you can imagine that it is the most serious part of the body without looking at it.

Song Jing was already stunned.

Seeing that Ji Yu was going to give him medicine on Yuehun chest, he grabbed Ji Yu's wrist and his tongue was knotted.

"I, myself, ...... myself"

Ji Yu ignored it, he didn't dare to grab it, and he didn't dare to put his clothes together.

Ji Yu hung her head, Song Jing couldn't see her expression clearly at the moment, she could only see the top of her head.

For some reason, I can sense her sadness, anger, and distress from her gentle movements and the suppressed breath around her.

He smiled, "Ji Yu, it really doesn't hurt......"

Actually, it still hurts a little, but it's just overshadowed by the warmth and sweetness of my heart.

Ji Yu's movements in his hands paused, and he suddenly stuffed the medicine bottle and cotton swab into his hand, dropped the sentence "You wipe it yourself", and turned around and walked out of the hall.

Ji Yu didn't go anywhere, she just stood in the yard.

Flowing fire in July, clothing in September. The night breeze at the end of September has brought the coolness of late autumn.

Relying on this coolness, Ji Yu barely suppressed her emotions, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to control it, and she would rush out of the door to question Meng Shi.

But the teacher is unknown, what is her identity? And why question Meng Shi?

What's more, at this time, what kind of "parents who are physically exposed to the husband", let alone resist when their children are beaten, even if they are beaten to death, they can't say that their parents are not.

Looking at Song Jing's reaction, I also know.

He is not pedantic, but he has received filial piety since he was a child, especially since he is still a scholar, and it is not easy for Meng to raise him alone......

Understanding is understanding, and my heart is still very angry, how uncomfortable it is.

Song Jing didn't care about rubbing the medicine, so he put his clothes together and chased him out.

The courtyard was pitch black, and only a thin silhouette could be seen, with its back to him without saying a word.

Song Jing endured the pain all over her body and stepped forward, her mouth open, but she didn't know what to say, so she stood with her like that.

After a long time, Ji Yu opened her mouth with a nasal voice.

"Forget it, Song Jing, it's better for us to ......"

"No way!"

Song Jing hurriedly spoke up and stopped what she was about to say, "Ji Yu, you know, I don't want to hear this. ”

"Song Jing, don't be tough."

Now that the conflict has just started, it is already like this, what will happen to the head-on confrontation between Song Jing and Meng next? It's unimaginable.

"It seems that your mother's prejudice against me cannot be eliminated, and it is impossible for us to continue to ......"

"My mother is my mother, I am me. You can't veto me just because of her, at least give me a chance to fight for it. ”

Seeing that Ji Yu didn't speak, he thought of something and rolled up his sleeves again.

"Do you think this beating is because you got it? Not really. My mother has always been strict with me, and if I don't write well, miss a sentence or a half sentence when reciting an article, or accidentally stain a book, I will be beaten. This time it's also because of some other reasons, you don't want to take it on yourself, in fact, it has nothing to do with you. ”

Ji Yu was shocked.

In order to verify Song Jing's words, she dragged Song Jing back to the hall.

Through the light, I took a closer look, and sure enough, the new injuries were intertwined with the old marks, which showed that the beating was indeed more than this time.

She looked up at Song Jing, stunned and distressed back and forth in her eyes, not knowing what to say, let alone imagining how he had survived all these years.

Do you want to type if the handwriting is not good? Have mistakes or omissions in memorizing an article to be punched? Do you want to hit a book if you accidentally stain it?

This is educating children, this is clearly sadism!

The sentence "Is your mother sick" almost blurted out.

Ji Yu seriously doubted that Meng Shi had a psychological problem.

How can any mother be willing to beat her child like this? And also because of the little things.

But think about it, when she lived in the countryside in her previous life, she did see parents who whipped their children on the hanging beam with a belt......

And in front of Song Jing, she said that her mother had something wrong with her brain......

That sentence was forced back by her, and she endured internal injuries.

Her gaze returned to the scars, her eyes red, and she asked softly, "Does it hurt?" ”

Song Jing knew that she not only asked Song Jing in front of her if it hurt, but also the once weak and helpless Song Jing, as well as those neglected old wounds.

He shook his head, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, "As long as you're still with me, it doesn't hurt." ”

Ji Yu's heart was sour, and she couldn't speak again if she had time to say it before.

。