Quick Transmigration: The heroine does not follow the script

Chapter 584 True and False Daughter (1)

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the weather turns cooler, and the chirping of insects and birds in the old community is a little more energetic than in the hot summer.

The street lights were dim, as dark as the twilight after sunset.

Feng Siyue dragged her tired body and walked behind Zhang Guihong, and the two walked home one after the other.

Zhang Guihong has been in a good mood this month. Feng Siyue has been on summer vacation and worked as a temporary worker in the hotel where she worked for more than a month. Today, she just got paid, and she was paid more than 200 yuan more than usual. She was very happy.

"Siyue, there are still tofu and eggplant in the refrigerator. After a while, you can steam some rice and fry two more dishes. Jiabao must be starving."

It was too late for the two of them to work overtime today, and Zhang Guihong was very worried that her precious son Feng Jiabao would be hungry at home.

Feng Siyue responded, then continued to walk with her head lowered in silence.

Zhang Guihong thumped her sore and tired waist after a hard day's work, turned her head to look at Feng Siyue who was walking with her head down, and dislike and disgust flashed in her eyes.

This girl has been like this since she was a child, she is silent and lifeless, not likable at all.But there is one thing that satisfies her, that is, she is obedient, and she will do whatever she is asked to do.

The figures of the two cast long shadows under the dim street lights.

The community is dilapidated, and the trees on both sides of the road are extremely long and luxuriant, but the sanitation is not very good.

In this weather, the rancid smell can be smelled 50 meters away from the trash can.

Both Feng Siyue and Zhang Guihong held their breath and quickly moved away when they passed the trash can.

There is a dark and damp smell in the corridor, the stairs are bumpy, and the lights are in disrepair, and they don't work at all.

After the two of them entered, before they put down their things, the door of the second bedroom was opened, and Feng Jiabao's fat body walked out from inside. He yelled dissatisfiedly, "Why did you come back! I'm about to starve to death!"

Zhang Guihong hurriedly gave Feng Siyue a push, "Go cook and steam rice!"

"I bought you a roast duck today, you should put it on the mat first."

Zhang Guihong put the roast duck in her hand on the wooden table, and went to the narrow kitchen to pick up chopsticks and bowls.

Feng Jiabao has long been used to his mother's attitude towards him. In the whole family except his father, the recognition that he is the eldest and more precious than his ancestors has been engraved into his bone marrow.

Like the uncle, Feng Jiabao sat down at the somewhat unstable table with his shoes on, and started eating with chopsticks.

Feng Siyue turned a blind eye to this scene, she had long been used to his elder brother's detached position at home.

All the work in the family belongs to her, and Feng Jiabao is her son, so he deserves to enjoy the best of everything in the family.

The roast duck on the table will never be her share. Even if Zhang Guihong bought a roast duck extravagantly today because of the extra 1000 yuan, none of the shiny roast duck will go into her stomach.

The refrigerator was an unknown item bought by Zhang Guihong, and there was a very unpleasant smell in the space.

Taking out the tofu and eggplant, she skillfully began to wash rice, wash vegetables, chop vegetables, and turn on the gas tank to stir-fry vegetables.

Feng Jiabao sat at the table and ate heartily. Zhang Guihong went to his room and cleaned up all the dirty clothes, socks and underwear, and piled them in the big basin in the small bathroom, leaving Feng Siyue to wash them all away after eating.

After tidying up Feng Jiabao's room, she went back to her own room and packed out a pile of Feng Dafu and her laundry.

While Zhang Guihong was busy picking up dirty clothes, the door was opened again.

Feng Dafu walked in reeking of alcohol.

Feng Jiabao smelled the alcohol on his body, put down his chopsticks very aggressively, pulled his shoes and quickly went back to the room, and closed the door tightly.

Feng Dafu took a look around and smelled the aroma of roast duck, his face immediately turned ugly.

He raised his voice and scolded: "Zhang Guihong, I asked you for money yesterday, but you said no, but today you have money to buy roast duck!"

When Zhang Guihong heard Feng Dafu's voice, her heart arose. She knew what kind of temper her man had, so she didn't dare to go forward, so she just squatted in the narrow bathroom and washed her clothes.

Seeing that no one responded, Feng Dafu cursed a few times, sat down at the table, and ate with Feng Jiabao's used chopsticks.

When he came back, he still had a bottle of white wine under his arm, which he brought back when he was out drinking with someone today.

One mouthful of meat and one sip of wine, people will soon become intoxicated, and their sanity is close to no.

Zhang Guihong didn't hear Feng Dafu's scolding again, so he breathed a sigh of relief, washed a few clothes and went out of the bathroom hesitantly. Seeing him holding meat with chopsticks, he immediately dissatisfied: "You eat less, you give it to Jiabao." After eating, what else will he eat!"

If Zhang Guihong saw the white wine bottle on the side of Feng Dafu's arm, he must have hidden as far away as possible, how dare he not let him eat meat!
"Den"

The sound of the wine bottle being heavily placed on the table startled Zhang Guihong.

As soon as she walked in, a smell of wine came to her nostrils, and she felt bad.

But it was already too late, Feng Dafu stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair in three steps at a time, cursing in his mouth, "I can't do enough to eat meat! You bastard said you didn't have money yesterday, but today you have money." I bought a roast duck! See if I don’t beat you to death!”

But Zhang Guihong's nose was bruised and her face was swollen after being beaten in a short while. Looking at Feng Dafu with red eyes, her heart trembled intermittently.

"Siyue! Siyue!"

Zhang Guihong yelled loudly, wanting to call out Feng Siyue, who was cooking in the kitchen, to take the beating for her.

She knew that Feng Dafu could still reason with him when he was not drinking and sober. Although he might not be able to listen, at least he wouldn't beat him to death.But as long as you drink alcohol, nine times out of ten you will lose your mind and beat people to death.

For so many years, she couldn't control his drinking, and she was afraid that he would drink, so she was always on tenterhooks.

Although the sound of cooking in the kitchen was not low, Feng Siyue could still vaguely hear the sounds from outside.

She turned off the gas stove, froze for a moment, then pushed open the door and went out, holding a rolling pin in her hand.

She knew what Zhang Guihong was calling her to do at this time, at best it was to ask her to save her, at worst it was to finish the beating for her so that her father was tired of beating her up.After all, she has been here all these years.

As she grew older, her love for Zhang Guihong disappeared after Feng Dafu beat her up again and again. She has grown up and understands that a mother who really loves her child will not let her child suffer like that. .

She can bear Zhang Guihong's eccentricity. She loved her when she was beaten before, but why did she treat her like this!

Zhang Guihong's concern for her was only revealed after she was beaten for her.

When she was young, she could still lie to herself that her mother loved her and cared about her, but now, her heart has long since died.I even asked God more than once why she was born and suffered in the world.

Hatred turned to hatred in her heart, resentment turned to resentment, facing her mother being beaten and screaming, she still couldn't remain indifferent.

(End of this chapter)