Love at the Right Time

The host agreed readily. Wen Qinghan squeezed Shi Qingqiu's hand, turned his head and looked at her and said, "Qingqiu, come with me, there is something wrong with that kid's house, I want to help him."

Wen Qinghan didn't use a questioning tone, but when she spoke, her voice was soft and soft. For some reason, Shi Qingqiu felt that Wen Qinghan seemed to be more and more patience, and even his voice was getting better and better. This feeling seemed to come suddenly, and it seemed to seep into her consciousness bit by bit, and it only gradually emerged today.

Shi Qingqiu retracted his gaze somewhat unnaturally and smiled and said, "Okay."

After they changed their clothes, Wen Qinghan went to take his suitcase, dig out the paper and pen, took the mobile phone, and the two of Shi Qingqiu led the way down to a new dormitory with the host. The host exhorted at the door: "I'm waiting at the door, you can rest assured to talk, what content should be broadcast, there is an explanation on it."

Wen Qinghan glanced at the cameraman who was following him, then looked at the host who turned upright, nodded slightly and said, "I see."

The two opened the door and went in. The child was waiting inside hesitantly. As soon as Wen Qinghan came in, he jumped up and ran over excitedly: "Sister! I knew you would definitely come! You will help me." right?"

Wen Qinghan let go of Shi Qingqiu's hand and touched the boy's head, "Sit down first. I have questions to ask you."

The boy immediately ran to the wooden bed and sat down, looking at Wen Qinghan honestly, waiting for her to ask questions.

Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu sat on the wooden bed opposite the boy, patted Shi Qingqiu's hand again, and motioned her to stay calm and not restless. Then, facing the boy, he said: "I probably understand the things in your home, but from what you said, I think there should be room for redemption. So I now have two plans. Before I tell you, I hope I can Listen to you say it completely again, can you understand what I mean?"

The boy’s eyes were a little confused, but he nodded firmly, “Many uncles and aunts in the town know about this, but every time I want to ask them to help me and my mother, they all say it’s my family’s affair. I can’t talk much. And my mother also said that Dad will get better, and let me think about Dad’s hard work. Don’t let my classmates see that I am hurt..."

"Qing Han, this..." Shi Qingqiu looked at Wen Qinghan hesitantly and hesitated.

She didn't expect to encounter such a thing this time. It was obviously domestic violence and it lasted for a long time. Hearing what this child said, because of the hidden advantages brought by the family, the injuries he has suffered for a long time have not been properly dealt with, even to the present level.

Wen Qinghan shook his head and stretched out his hand to the boy: "Extend your hand to show me."

The boy was a little timid, but seeing that Wen Qinghan didn't have an overly serious face, he still plucked up the courage to stretch out his right hand.

Wen Qinghan held his small fist with one hand, and gently pulled up his long sleeve with the other. He saw almost all traces of bruise on his arms, some of which were deep and shallow. It must have been an old injury that was not healed, and a new injury was added.

"Has anyone usually helped you and mom? What did those people say?" Wen Qinghan pulled down his sleeve and asked him to withdraw his hand.

The boy nodded, his eyes flickering: "Auntie and uncle often come to the house." As soon as he finished saying this, his eyes darkened: "Auntie will be with my mother and ask me to forgive Dad, but I clearly saw my auntie. I hold my mother and wipe her tears, because every time my father admits wrong, he will beat us again within a few days."

The boy unnaturally clutched his cuffs, and subconsciously prevented his wounds from being exposed. This movement was the first time Wen Qinghan saw it in the past two days, perhaps because of a new wound.

Wen Qinghan asked: "Do you think Dad really knows he was wrong?"

The boy blinked, with both hands resting on his knees, his small palms pinching his kneecaps, Wen Qinghan saw his eyes turn from doubt to affirmation, and finally nodded: "I think Dad knows he shouldn't be doing this. My mother and I, I think he is really as sad as us..."

Some people are also sad when they hurt someone they care about, but even if the victim is willing to bear it, or even forgive without complaint, this can never be an excuse for hurting. Because the nature of injury has not changed, even if there are numerous reasons, injury is still injury, and sin is still sin.

Wen Qinghan nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will tell you two things now. You must remember clearly. You can't forget a step. Can you do it?"

"I can." The boy nodded, sat up straight and looked at Wen Qinghan.

Wen Qinghan found a name in the phone address book, then took a pen and paper to write down the specific location of the hospital in City B, and finally copied the name and number on the phone and handed it to him: "First thing, Give this address to your mother and aunt, and ask them to take your father to this hospital to find this uncle doctor. If they ask how this address comes from, you just say that it came from the city when they came to the event. Brothers and sisters asked."

She paused, and the boy nodded seriously, and finally she wrote her name and number, a brief name and number, and the address of the law firm on another piece of paper and handed it to him.

She clicked on her name: "This is my name, and the next one is a sister who is just like me."

The boy suddenly smiled, and his innocent smile cut away the long-lasting dullness, "Your name is so nice."

Shi Qingqiu smiled slightly at the side, Wen Qinghan glanced at the boy faintly, and continued: "Listen well, the second thing. If there is no change in your family's situation after seeing this uncle doctor, you will Let the auntie take your mother to this place to find me. If I have something wrong, you can find the sister named Jane next to her and tell her that I called you."

Her voice became a lot deeper, her eyes were as deep as a black pool, hidden a trace of alienation, a trace of danger: "Also, you let the aunt take you and your mother to the hospital to check the wound, and keep the check-up report. Come to me with these. Can you remember?"

The boy paused, his gaze shifted from the note in his hand to Wen Qinghan’s face. He nodded repeatedly, and finally grabbed Wen Qinghan’s hand and showed a big smile: "I knew you could help me. , I remembered, I remembered everything. Sister, can I see you in the future? Will I see you when I go there?"

When his aunt saw the name of the law firm, she must have known what she should do. Seeing yourself in this situation is probably not a good thing, at least for his family.

Wen Qinghan endured the pain of being pressed on the back of his hand by the boy inadvertently, retracted his hand and touched his head: "Well, you remember what I said."

She raised a smile like a gentle breeze, and thought silently in her heart, it's best not to come to the level of looking for her, at that time it will be really irretrievable.

The boy was taken away. Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu walked out of the dormitory at the end. The cameraman was gone, and only the host was left.

"Are all the children screened for this event the same as him?"

Wen Qinghan looked at the child's back and asked the host next to him.

"No, this time there is only this one, and it happened to be met by you. But he was lucky to run into you." The host changed his active appearance during recording these days, and he was a little sad. Looking at Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu, he sighed and said, "Take a good rest tonight. When the other groups are out, we will go to the last stop."

The two nodded and watched the host who waved their hands leave. Wen Qinghan asked Shi Qingqiu: "Qingqiu, it's still early, do you want to go out and walk around?"

Shi Qingqiu looked at her and smiled: "Okay."

The middle school they are in is being renovated, and the students are in another campus. Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu wandered around the playground, cicadas cried intermittently, and the wind of summer night passed by, and they didn't feel very sultry in their calm mood.

The shadows of the two people were stretched behind them by the street light in front of them. Shi Qingqiu touched Wen Qinghan's hand and asked softly, "Qinghan, what happened to the kid just now?"

Wen Qinghan remained silent for a while, looked far away, and said faintly: "It's domestic violence. I overheard him mentioning it, and after asking, I realized that his father was depressed because of physical reasons, and then he vented it on his family. According to him, habitual domestic violence should have formed.

You know, habitual domestic violence is mainly caused by two points. One is the victim's repeated weaknesses, and the other is the indifference of the surrounding relatives and friends. The child took up both of these points. Not only did his mother endure herself, she persuaded her son to keep quiet. This has a serious impact on the resolution of this matter. "

Wen Qinghan stopped and sat on the stone bench next to the playground. Shi Qingqiu also sat down. She looked at Wen Qinghan and said: "I just heard him say that his father would apologize every time and admit his mistakes. It sounds like a good attitude to admit mistakes. And this is a small place after all, and many people hold the attitude that it’s irrelevant, not to mention the fact that the parties are willing to fight each other and suffer, so it lasted so long."

"Yes." Wen Qinghan nodded, "but I think we should have an arrangement for this matter."

"Because of the host's attitude just now?"

Wen Qinghan pursed his lips, "Well, if it's just a coincidence, he doesn't need to make a place for us to see the kid, or even guard at the door. And he told me just now what should be broadcast. There are explanations on it."

This child is like getting a pass. After the event, he can stay and meet the actors and their partners. Obviously, there is a special arrangement. But why is this? Shi Qingqiu seemed to have something in her mind, but she couldn't think through it all at once.

She turned to look at Wen Qinghan, only to see that the corner of the latter's lips seemed to be holding back a smile, and she patted the person's right hand angrily, "What are you laughing at? Tell me what you think of."

She didn't make a heavy shot, but just passed it gently, but Wen Qinghan frowned immediately, and her right hand trembled in pain.

"Qing Han, what's the matter with you?" Shi Qingqiu hurriedly shook Wen Qinghan's wrist to see what happened to her hand.

Wen Qinghan just shook his head, held Shi Qingqiu's hand back, and pressed her hand to his lap, "It's nothing, it doesn't matter."

Where would Shi Qingqiu believe it? She looked at the back of Wen Qinghan's hand, and saw that there was a blue-purple trace on the back of the hand that should have been flawless after a violent impact. She has only seen such an obvious trace now.

"It doesn't matter where it is? Why don't you say it?" Shi Qingqiu pulled her hand in front of her, and the look at Wen Qinghan was full of worry, "When did this hurt?"

"Yesterday, it wasn't a big deal." Wen Qinghan bent his eyebrows, her lips were slightly pursed, and when she looked down at Shi Qingqiu, she suddenly whispered: "But if you blow for me, it will heal faster ."