After selling for a few days, Song Shuyu told her one day that he would wait for him to go home for dinner at noon.

His calligraphy and paintings are almost sold out, and he has to catch up for a few more days.

I don't know if it's appropriate to say this, Shutan feels like a young bird waiting for the mother bird to return to the nest.

I don't know if he will return home when he flies away, and I don't know what kind of scenery he will encounter on the way.

Even if I know that everyone will always divide the nest, but today's yard is for two people.

Shu Tan packed up early, waited in the courtyard for a long time, and went to the house to find a thick cloak and went out to look for him.

Along the way, she was still thinking about what she would eat at noon today, and the food cooked by the cook in the front yard was very good, but there was a lot of oil and water, and she was nauseous after eating it for a few days.

She looked left and right and looked forward to standing at the mouth of the alley not far from her home, kicking the gravel with boredom under her feet, and it was gloomy today.

"Little white face, thinking that he would hide without speaking?" A male voice is rough and savage, and then look at his muscles, a standard hunk man.

"I've been staring at you for a few days, and you've made a lot of money, how many sons will you give to you?"

", boss, this kid is a waste of firewood, and he is here to fool us by pretending to be dumb!"

Shu Tan turned her head and turned the alley to see the excitement, which made her angry.

Several hooligans who were angry followed behind Song Shuyu with their hands and feet, and Song Shuyu was pushed around by them.

There were still shirtless ones in the sky of the frozen people, all of them were rough and strong, like a group of obscene dog-tailed grass surrounding the white flowers of the Zhilan jade tree.

Song Shuyu just looked a little impatient, didn't do anything to resist, ignored what came out of their mouths, and just walked forward.

These second-rate sons had unclean mouths, and their short hands were hairy, and they wanted to snatch the cloth bag he was carrying on his shoulders.

Song Shuyu Xu was annoyed, and waved his hand to knock the claw away.

"Look at your violent temper, if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know why the flowers are so red!"

The man who was beaten by him shouted violently, and he was about to hit Song Shuyu's white face with a fist.

Song Shuyu obviously couldn't react, and was instantly beaten by him, retreated and squatted on the ground, and a stream of bloodlet blood flowed out from Yu Ting's nose.

Shu Tan exploded in an instant, shouted with a red face, picked up the wooden stick on the side and ran towards them.

Her movement startled a group of people, and when she realized that she was a little woman like a sparrow, she was not too guarded.

So, the short man couldn't guard against it, and she slapped him with a stick.

Although the force was light and didn't hurt that much, the short man lost face.

He shook his body, his face gloomy, and he approached Shutan majestically like a big rooster.

"You bear girl, nosy and still want to beat Lao Tzu?"

Song Shuyu watched silently, slowly got up with his arms propped up, and his hands hidden on his sides clenched into fists.

Shu Tan swallowed his saliva, tightened the wooden stick in his hand, and just wanted to pounce on him, his wrist was slammed by the person behind him.

She turned around, and the tall man was wearing a green robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but a handsome face.

He squeezed Shutan's hand with one hand and pointed at one of the second-rate people next to him: "Third child, are you in trouble again?" ”

A bearded man stood up resignedly, with a smile on his face: "Hey, Master Chu, my brothers just saw that this kid had earned a lot recently, and asked this little white face to ask for some money for wine." ”

Chu Ye snorted coldly: "I see that your skin is itchy again!" Don't you remember what my grandfather told you? ”

He let go of Shutan's hand, and shouted coldly at those second-rate people, get out.

The second-rate people pushed and shoved towards the mouth of the alley with their buttocks, Chu Ye twisted his brows and looked back at Shu Tan, and followed the group of second-rate people.

On the way home, Song Shuyu walked forward expressionlessly, her steps were so fast that she couldn't keep up.

When he opened the door in the courtyard, Shu Tan looked at Song Shuyu's black rumbling eyes, and his expression was very complicated.

looked at her and didn't speak for a long time.

Shu Tan doesn't know why.

He went to the firewood room to clean up his work, and soon brought in the soup, and the two of them gathered around the table in silence.

Song Shuyu took a piece of red meat and handed it to Shutan: "Why help me?" ”

Shu Tan didn't understand what he meant for a while, he was embarrassed, didn't she have to help him?

When she was stunned, he asked repeatedly, "Why did you come to help me?" ”

"Mother-in-law Harue, she ...... When she was with me, she was bullied every day, and I, I was very weak, and I was angry to death, but I just watched from the sidelines. When my mother-in-law was leaving, I was thinking, if I had taken a few breaths for my mother-in-law in those days, would I not have been so sorry and sad later......"

There was a kettle resting on the charcoal basin in the compartment, and the water was gurgling open.

Song Shuyu made a teacup and filled the cup with a kettle.

"No one has ever saved me......" he said inexplicably.

Shutan raised his head to look at him, Song Shuyu hung his head heavily, his voice was as light as a strand of silk, gently pulling up the past.

"They were playing happily, but I was the only one who was timid and eager to get involved, but I forgot who was pushing me to the ground.

The old woman who came to lecture did not scold them, but told us not to disturb the peace of the adults by making a noise.

Mother-in-law or who, even if it's my mother-in-law, is a dirty cloth for me, watching coldly, and no one cares if someone steps on it......

Shu Tan ...... You're the first. ”

He muttered, softly and quickly, but unfortunately she didn't hear him.

If he had spoken more slowly, perhaps she would have heard the sourness in his final note.

But she heard him call her Shutan.

There was no reluctance, but a feeling of breaking through the fog and walking towards him.

"Huh? What mother-in-law first? What do I come first? ”

Song Shuyu shook his head, raised his eyes and smiled, his eyes shining.

"I said, I'll buy you something good tomorrow......"

He didn't say much, Fu lowered his head and pulled his bowl with chopsticks.

His robe was snatched away by the cousin of the prince, and the miserable clothes were pulled among the children, and everyone laughed even more happily.

Those children have princes, and even those little chamberlains.

He blushed and opened his hands to get his clothes back, but everyone didn't bother to pay attention to him, and the coat was then thrown into the mud puddle, trampled on it with scattered feet, and turned into a dirty, torn piece of waste.

It was the only piece of clothing his mother gave him.

When the old woman came, the children dispersed, and he lowered his head and red eyes and snapped his fingers, and the old woman left without even looking at him.

After doing more of this kind of thing, he no longer thinks about how to be like everyone else.

The days of life since he was a child were boring and bad, and he didn't know what hope he could have in the future, so he lived numbly and silently day after day.

Later, his mother died, and he was locked up in that house by the woman.

They didn't let him cry, saying that they didn't know etiquette and were taboo.

Then he secretly hid and cried.

In fact, he cried enough while crying, there is nothing to cry about, right, no one wants him anyway, who is he crying to?

No matter how sad I was, I just held it back, and my eyes were red.

But today, it doesn't hurt so much to get that fist, and obviously he has suffered even more, but why?

My heart hurts, and I even want to cry a little aggrieved.