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Saliva, tears, and snot are all mixed in the mouth, resulting in the taste of steamed buns being salty and bitter all the time.

Her hands were covered with bruises pinched out by Qiu Baizhi, and she rubbed her hands gently, she didn't dare to tell anyone, because she knew that no one would help her.

Suddenly, her door was opened, she thought it was Shao Huaming coming, and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, but saw an unexpected person - Aunt Zhang.

She sneaked over to Yan Shu's bedside, left the ointment in her hand for Yan Shu, and said to her, "This ointment is a little icy to use, you should be careful when you use it." ”

After saying that, he left.

Yan Su tilted her head, and thought curiously: This person is so strange, the employees of the Shao family are afraid that they will be hated by Qiu Baizhi because of themselves, and it is too late to hide from themselves! I actually saw a person who was willing to help him.

Although I think so, I still thank this unknown aunt from the bottom of my heart.

Yan Shu carefully used the ointment that looked expensive, this ointment box looked very expensive, but he didn't expect that there was a burst of fragrance, this kind of thing knew at a glance that Yan Shu couldn't afford to consume.

It's night......

The partridge's chirping made Yan Shu both familiar and sad, obviously she only had one child, why did she experience this kind of uprooting that even many adults have never experienced?

She heard a sound in addition to insects and birds, and there was a sound she had never heard, not like the pipa in the social drama, this sound was not as soft as it, nor was it like the shepherd flute used to herd cattle in the countryside, this voice was not as sharp as it, nor was it like the suona that could be used in red and white ceremonies, this voice was not as harsh as it.

It's not like it's played out by hand, it's not like it's blown out with your mouth, but the sound is full of the sadness of classical music.

Yan Shu walked barefoot to the garden, and followed the voice out of the villa, this voice seemed to have magic power, so that Yan Shu couldn't help but follow, trying to find out what kind of person can fiddle with such a beautiful and delicate sound.

Next door, a teenager carried Yueguan on his back, fiddling with the "big box" in his hand one by one.

She had seen a piano, but it was different from the piano, it looked much smaller than the piano, and it had to be pulled a little.

Many years later, she learned that the voice that haunted her and made her think about it day and night came from an accordion.

The boy with the voice was called Wei Mochen, a dead name that she loved.

Yan Shu couldn't see the front of the young man clearly, but felt that his side face was very dazzling by the pure moonlight.

Yan Shu has been barefoot, I didn't expect that there would be broken glass bottles in this place, which should have been dropped by someone who drank beer.

Yan Shu didn't want to spoil the beauty of the teenager and wanted to leave carefully.

Correct......

Even if she was so careful, she was still pierced by a beer bottle, and she couldn't help but snort softly, and the blood was left on the concrete floor one by one, and the bright red color of the blood seemed to be the most dazzling flower in bloom.

Yan Shu has only one thought now, pain...... It hurts.

Yan Su bit her lip, but still endured the pain and left quickly, and finally couldn't help it when she got home, at least she dared to hum a few times outside, and she didn't even dare to breathe loudly in this house.

Over here...... It's not home, and to this day, she thinks it's hell.

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