In the hospital, Song Qingqing was lying on the hospital bed alone, with many bruises all over her body, gauze was still wrapped around her forehead, her eyes were closed, and there were residual tears in the corners of her eyes.

Someone knocked on the door, Song gently raised his sore arm to wipe away his tears, choked up and said, "Come in." ”

Jiaxin pushed the door in, and when she saw Song Qingqing's appearance on the hospital bed, she was not only distressed, but also hated, and felt worthless for her master.

"Jiaxin, why are you here?" Song struggled gently to sit up, but the hideous and painful expression on her face was enough to show that she didn't have that ability.

"Master!" Jia Xin stepped forward and held her down: "Don't move, don't move, lie down!" ”

"Why are you here? When did you come back? Song gently grabbed Jiaxin's hand and didn't let go, as if she saw her closest person.

"I was going to come back a few days ago, but I didn't expect it to snow heavily in Kyoto, and the shuttle bus couldn't pass, so it was delayed until today." Jiaxin also held Song Qingqing's hand tightly: "I came back to listen to my mother, and I came to see you." Jia Xin looked at the empty and cold ward and asked, "Isn't there even a person to take care of you, tomorrow is the Spring Festival, does he plan to let you spend it alone in the hospital?" ”

Hearing Jiaxin say this, Song Qing was even more sad, and tears fell like beads with broken threads.

"What the hell is going on?" Jia Xin asked while gently wiping her tears from Song's eyes.

"Speaking of which, it's not a big deal!" Song said softly: "It's not almost the Chinese New Year, I want to go back to see my parents, because it's far away, and it takes at least two days to make a shuttle bus back and forth, so I want to charter a car and take a round trip a day." But he didn't agree, so we quarreled about it, and in the end, it was more than that, he turned over a lot of previous things, and it was also my hand that moved first and pushed him all at once! ”

Jiaxin was speechless, she listened to the master's words, and seemed to be excusing the domestic violence man.

"It's a big thing, he can't put such a heavy hand, not to mention it's a trivial matter, and why doesn't he agree, he spends all your money, what qualifications does he have to disagree! This is in time for the Spring Festival again, he still has no humanity, beating you like this, he doesn't even see a figure. Jia Xin was angry, but looking at Song Qingqing, who was lying on the hospital bed, she couldn't say something too heavy: "Master, it stands to reason that he is your husband, from you, he is my elder, but master, such an elder, really doesn't deserve my respect!" ”

Song didn't speak lightly, she didn't know that her man was not a good thing, but for so many years, she opened a shop, and she was out for the first three hundred and sixty days a year, and everything in the house was taken care of by that man. What's more, the people around him gossip that he eats soft rice. He also said that he was in contact with all the three religions and nine streams all day long, and it was inevitable that he would not be polluted. It was these words that made his personality more and more irritable.

Although they are the words of their parents, when they first got married, they also had a good time, what went wrong that made their marriage fragmented and devastated?

"Jiaxin, thank you for coming to see me." Song gently patted Jiaxin's hand: "I'm fine, don't worry!" Go back and spend the New Year with your mother, I'm fine here. ”

"Master!" Jiaxin couldn't bear to scold Song Qingqing too much, but seeing her like this, not resisting, not taking any measures, she would inevitably be resentful, and her voice was naturally a little heavier: "Don't be like this, I know you feel uncomfortable, as long as you speak, I won't spare him!" ”

"Don't, Jiaxin!" Song gently grabbed Jiaxin's hand: "He is Xiaoxing's father, even if we can't go to the end in the end, I still have a lot of gratitude to him." And I don't want Xiaoxing to see that we are like enemies! ”

"Then he beat you like this, Xiaoxing, don't you know? Besides, Xiaoxing is already in high school, there are some things you can't hide from her, you have to let her know that she will make her own choice! Jia Xin said bitterly: "Do you think it is good for her to hide from her and help that man establish the image of a good father in her heart?" If one day she knows the truth, she will not be able to accept it and will hate you. ”

"Okay, Jiaxin, I want to sleep, you go back!" Song closed his eyes slightly, as if he had already given an eviction order.

"Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, what should you do? Are you just lying in this cold hospital room? I'll ask the doctor to see if I can get out of the hospital, and I'll take you to my house!" ”

Without waiting for Song to gently refuse, Jiaxin had already walked out of the ward quickly and went straight to the doctor's office! It's just that, unfortunately, the doctor said that Song was lightly injured and should not be discharged from the hospital.

Jia Xin did not return to the ward. She was afraid of seeing her master like that, how pedantic a woman should be, and she would tolerate her husband treating her like this.

Although she didn't want to use pedantic words to describe the mentor who once brought her on the path of haircuts.

Jiaxin doesn't know who to blame, and she doesn't know how to help Song Qingqing get out of the current predicament, sometimes, people are so powerless!

Out of the hospital, the sky has darkened, Jiaxin walked on the way home, because the New Year is about to begin, the street is full of lights, but it also looks very peaceful and lively!

This is the second year after being born again. Although she stumbled along the way, she gained friends and Shao Cong by her side, pulling her mother and younger brother out of the quagmire. So that my father and grandmother also got the punishment they deserved, and the development momentum of my store was also good. She has even helped many people with her own modest efforts... Thinking about it this way, in this life, after all, it is not in vain!

Back at home, Mu Chunhua was rushing to clean up the house before the Spring Festival!

Seeing Jiaxin, she put down the broom in her hand and asked, "How is it, Master Song is fine!" ”

"How can it be okay!" Jiaxin tore off her scarf and put it on the sofa casually, "I can't get up anymore, I can only lie down, and there are bruises on my face, not to mention the places on my body that I can't see!" ”

"Yo, so ruthless!" Mu Chunhua sat next to Jiaxin: "I haven't seen that man Master Song, and Master Song doesn't mention it, I can't imagine that he is such a ruthless person, even if your father did it to me back then, it wasn't like him, tsk... Master Song must have died of sadness..."

Jiaxin was already angry for the master to be beaten, and when she heard Mu Chunhua say this, the fire in her heart was ignited at once.

"Mom, what do you mean? My dad didn't kill you at the beginning, what's the matter, you still have to think about him, right? What kind of thoughts are you all doing, it's clear that it's yourself who suffers, and you still try your best to defend their domestic violence, let me tell you, such a man, one is counted as one, as long as he hits the first time, there will be a second time, so he must divorce decisively! ”

Jiaxin said it confidently, as if it was himself who was subjected to domestic violence, she couldn't wait to slap the man a few times for the master, and then told him: "You eat the old lady's, drink the old lady's, you dare to beat the old lady, it's really giving you face, divorce!" ”

That's it, I don't know how angry I have to wait until the man kneels and begs her, and then she kicks the man as far as she can!

However, the fact is that she is not Song Qingqing, and Song Qingqing is not her, and she can't help the master.

Mu Chunhua saw that something was wrong with Jiaxin, and knew that she was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to say anything, and quietly picked up the broom and went back to work.

Shao Cong called at night, not directly to the landline at home, but to Jiaxin's mobile phone.

Jiaxin picked it up listlessly and didn't say a word.

"What's wrong, when I got home, I was upset, what happened?" Shao Cong asked with some concern.

Jia Xin let out a sigh of relief and forced herself not to think about things that could not be changed, at least not so harsh on Shao Cong.

"It's fine!" Jia Xin reluctantly laughed: "It's just that I'm a little tired from taking the car, and I just slept for a while..."

"Didn't I wake you up!"

"No, no!" Jiaxin hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, maybe you will go home and relax completely." How are you, are your legs okay? ”

"Much better!" Shao Cong touched his leg and said, "Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, I suddenly remembered last year's Spring Festival, and I miss it a lot, so I'll give you a call." ”

"Is it so nostalgic?" Jiaxin smiled at Shao Cong, but in fact, she also missed: "Then tomorrow I will go to my aunt and uncle's New Year's greetings, okay?" ”

"You're coming tomorrow?" Shao Cong asked nervously.

"What, you're not welcome?"

"How so?" Shao Cong laughed twice, not that he was unwelcome, he was just afraid that Jiaxin would come, and it was estimated that he would suffer a lot of grievances: "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow!" ”

"No!" Jiaxin said: "I'll go by myself, you stay at home." ”

The two of them whispered casually again, and then hung up the phone. Shao Cong held the earpiece a little distracted, and it wasn't until there was a movement behind him that he came back to his senses!

Li Wanyun had already walked in front of him, looked at Shao Cong who was on crutches and said sternly: "Your leg is so seriously injured, it's not good to lie on the bed, why are you going down to the ground?" ”

Shao Cong put down the phone, looked at his mother, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Mom, you like Jiaxin the most, right, she will come tomorrow, don't let her know about my leg injury, and Dad's side, you can also help say a few more good words, don't let her be wronged!" ”

"You kid, when can you think for yourself!" Li Wanyun was even more angry: "It's true that I like her, but this time, I stand in your father's position, you hurt your leg twice, all because of her, I think your father is right, you are not suitable to be together!" ”

"Mom..."Shao Cong grabbed Li Wanyun, who was leaving: "If you are like this, then I will not celebrate the New Year here, I will go back to my own home, and let Jiaxin go to me tomorrow!" ”

"You kid, are you going to me off?" Li Wanyun has never spoken to her son so heavily as she did today, but mother and son are connected, and she is even more sad to see her son injured.

"I ask you, I beg you, don't let Jiaxin know, she is here to greet you and my dad tomorrow!" Shao Cong looked at his mother and said, "How can you bear to brush her kindness!" ”

Li Wanyun didn't want to speak, she looked at her son angrily, looking like she hated iron but not steel, and after looking at it a few times, she turned around and went upstairs.

"Thank you, Mom!" Shao Cong said.