Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 22 Meeting Wen Ning for the First Time
As soon as my legs went limp, I knelt down on the ground with a "plop" and looked up at him. I wanted to beg for mercy, but there was something stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter a word, and then I burst into tears. It was like a flood that broke a bank, flowing out unstoppably.

Seeing me crying so hard, He Dong cursed, "Grass!" Lifting his foot, he broke a corn stalk, then took out a pencil sharpener from his pocket and threw it to me, saying, "Listen up!" Now, you are my daughter-in-law, if anyone except me wants to take off your pants, you can stab him with this knife, and if you stab him to death, I will go to jail for you."

After speaking, He Dong turned around and left.

I listened to He Dong's words with half understanding, looked at the small knife on the ground, hurriedly crawled over to pick it up, and put it in my arms.Then he ran all the way, chasing He Dong out of the corn field.

Coming out of the cornfield, neither He Dong nor I went back to school.

When the adoptive mother found out what happened today, she was so angry that her hands trembled, not for anything else, just for the 1 yuan medical expenses!

"You little bastard, mourning star! You can't do anything else, so you fucking know how to make trouble for my old lady! If it weren't for you, would He Dong get into trouble! What can I do with this 1 yuan, but feed that one Perverted!"

The adoptive mother was so angry that she dragged her shoes, and the soles of the shoes slapped me fiercely. I just knelt on the ground, motionless, and let the adoptive mother whip me.

She was really so angry this time, she wanted to scratch my skin until she broke the sole of my shoe.

When my adoptive mother threw the discounted shoe aside, I fell powerlessly to the ground, too painful to move.

No one talked to me, my adoptive father and adoptive mother were discussing how to solve the problem of He Dong's going to school. It was difficult to get a piece of meat out of their mouths, let alone the real 1 yuan.

In fact, Ye Yaoyu's father remitted far more funding than the 1 yuan, but who thinks money is hot!

In the end, they decided to invite the village chief to their home, give the village chief some favors, and then ask the village chief to act as a middleman to mediate.

I don’t care about these things. I lay on the ground, closed my eyes tightly, and all I could think about was how Hu Juan pushed me to the principal without hesitation, and she also locked the office door. She just didn't want me to escape.

So the moment before I left the office, I told the principal that Hu Juan had seen everything too.

I don't know what kind of heart it was at that time, but I felt that when I told the principal about this, something was burning in my chest. If I could see the principal beating Hu Juan with a belt tomorrow, I think I would will be very happy.

In the end, I don’t know how much the adoptive father and adoptive mother paid. I only know that He Dong continued to go back to school as if nothing happened, but his mind was still not good, and he couldn’t understand anything in the textbooks.

My adoptive mother didn't intend to let me continue my studies, but the village head said, how much money can I spend going to school in our small village, and it would be a good idea to use the money to exchange tens of thousands of subsidy funds for that year. In [-], your He family was the richest man in our village.

So for the sake of money, I went back to school.

Only this time, I no longer have any extravagant hopes or yearning for the school. When I think of the principal's wretched face, I feel sick and want to vomit.

But there is one thing I have been looking forward to, looking forward to the day when the principal will clean up Hu Juan.But I waited until the winter vacation, and Hu Juan was safe and sound.

Later I heard that Lao Hu's family is a well-known local local snake, and they would die in a fight. The village chief didn't dare to mess with his family, so naturally the principal didn't dare to mess with that trouble.

However, since the village chief came forward, the headmaster has never given me any hard time, and he just treats me like air.

I once secretly ran to find Teacher Sun and asked her why she didn't run away. I couldn't run because I was a child and she was an adult. Why didn't she run away?
Teacher Sun looked at me, hesitant to speak several times, as if he had a lot to say to me, but couldn't open it, and finally chose to remain silent.

Teacher Sun lifted up her sleeves to show me her arms. No wonder she wears long-sleeved clothes on hot days. There are many deep and shallow scars on her arms, one after another.

"I can't escape." When Teacher Sun said this, his eyes were full of despair.

In a blink of an eye, another four years have passed.

The most uncomfortable time of Chinese New Year every year is when pigs and sheep are slaughtered, so every time this time comes, I hide far away, preferring to freeze outside, and don't want to hear the heart-piercing and desperate cries of those animals.

It's just that this kind of thing happened year after year, and when I saw the blood flowing all over the ground in the yard, I didn't think much about it.

Some things, in my heart, gradually became numb.

When I was 12 years old and entered the fourth grade of elementary school, that was the year I met Wen Ning.

Wen Ning is a college student from the city, participated in social practice, and came to our remote village to work as a volunteer teacher.

Wen Ning was 21 years old that year. He was fair and clean, with the face of a standard refined scholar. When he smiled, his eyes were crooked, and he looked very gentle.

After he came, Teacher Sun felt a lot easier, because half of the courses were assigned to him.

In addition to teaching us the knowledge in the textbooks, Wen Ning also taught us to sing. I remember that the first song he taught us to sing was "A Family Who Loves Each Other".

At that time, the students in the classroom were all learning with great enthusiasm, and they all sang there with broken voices, but I sat there blankly, looking at the expressive Wen Ning on the podium with a blank face. .

A family that loves each other?

do i have it
I really can't sing a single word of such hypocritical lyrics.

After class, Wen Ning deliberately walked to my desk, squatted down, raised his head slightly, looked at me with a smile, and asked softly, "The teacher taught everyone to sing just now, why didn't you sing?"

I sat there, because his sudden approach made me a little overwhelmed, but his breath was so gentle, and that smile like a spring breeze made me unable to take my eyes off his face.

"I can't sing..." I replied honestly.

"Why?" Wen Ning asked a little strangely.

"Mr. Wen, she is the child bride that He Dong's mother bought for He Dong! She was beaten all day, so of course she can't sing!"

A boy sitting on the side yawned, and as soon as he finished his words, the students in the whole classroom burst into laughter.

In their concept, this kind of thing is very normal, and they don't think there is anything to avoid.

After hearing what they said, Wen Ning was stunned, staring at me for a long time, but didn't say a word.

I buried my head very low, thinking that Wen Ning must have looked down on me, who would care about the feelings of a child bride who was bought back with money.

Just as I was thinking, suddenly a gentle palm covered the top of my head, and the temperature from the palm made my whole body tremble.

I raised my head in surprise and looked at Wen Ning, only to see that he patted me on the head with a slight smile, and then said to me: "It's okay, get out of class is over, the teacher can teach you to sing other songs."

After speaking, Wen Ning stood up, turned around and walked to the podium, ready for the next class.

But at this time, I was fascinated by watching his back, and I always felt that there was a kind of light on his body, which was deeply attracting my attention, and I couldn't move it away.

(End of this chapter)