Chapter 113: Empty (Subscribe)

This scene really exceeded Zhang Yunqi's imagination.

He lived for more than 40 years in his previous life. He had experienced everything he should have experienced and seen everything he had not experienced. As for the big and small things in this world, one can probably describe them as: even if he has not eaten pork, he has seen pigs run.

In fact, things like fathers beating their daughters due to poverty are not new or uncommon. The same story is being played out in different ways in every era and every corner.

What he couldn't understand was that Chu Jian was a girl who was well-behaved and outstanding in every aspect. She was the academic master admired by everyone in the school and the good girl liked by everyone. Logically, she should be the apple of every parent's eye. How could his father have the heart to do this?

In his previous life, Zhang Yunqi himself had a little daughter, and he deeply understood how happy it was to have a well-behaved daughter.

After being reborn, so much time has passed, and he has been able to slowly let go of his wife from his previous life. After all, they were both over the age of marriage, and they got married under the pressure of their parents just for the sake of getting married. There was no love between them at all. His wife was a nice person, but they had many quarrels when they lived together. It was more of a family affection that came from being together day and night. However, what he could not let go of was his daughter. Sometimes when he saw the little girl on the side of the road and thought of his daughter, his heart felt like someone had cut a piece of flesh out of it with a knife. That feeling was really uncomfortable.

So on a psychological level, he, like Chu Jian's father, is an adult who is a parent. So when he saw him slap Chu Jian's face with a decisive slap, leaving five palm prints and blood, even though he had a very hard heart in his second life, he still couldn't keep calm.

"Uncle, if you have something to say, just talk nicely. Why are you hitting me?" Zhang Yunqi took a few steps over and stood in front of Chu Jian's father. Although Chu Jian's father had gone too far, the basic thinking logic of a middle-aged man was still there.

The other party was not a street gangster, but Chu Jian's biological father. If he, an outsider, did something reckless to Chu Jian's father before the matter was clarified, it might help Chu Jian and vent his anger for the time being, but Chu Jian's life at home would become more difficult in the future.

"It's none of your business. This is my family business." Chu Jian's father stared at Zhang Yunqi with drunken eyes, and his tone was particularly bad: "You little bastard, you must be Chu Jian's classmate, don't come to my house anymore. My daughter doesn't need you to send her home!"

"It's none of your business who sends me." The one who spoke was Chu Jian. Although the scene was so terrible, she became very calm. There was a coldness on her bloodstained face. She said, "Take the money and go gamble."

"Girls should not be kept at home when they grow up. It's a waste of my raising you for so many years."

When he first saw his father, he snorted, tore open the plastic bag, took out all the money inside and stuffed it into his pocket, then walked past Zhang Yunqi and slammed the door, leaving behind a mess on the floor and a mute, a moron, and a first-year high school girl who just turned 16 today in this simple and crowded bungalow.

Yes.

Today is Chu Jian’s 16th birthday.

But in this family on the verge of collapse and filled with brutal violence, no one cares about this.

Including meeting myself for the first time.

At this moment, in this simple bungalow, facing her disabled mother and sister, the girl became the backbone of this broken family.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her arm, and even smiled and said to Zhang Yunqi: "Yunqi, you should go back first. I'm really sorry."

Then, she walked over and hugged her crying sister Chu Xin, and said to Jiang Feng who was sitting on the ground wiping her tears: "Mom, it's okay. I'll go make money if you don't have it. I'll go do odd jobs. Don't cry. Wait until I grow up, and then no one will dare to bully you anymore." Having said that, Chu Jian gently patted Chu Xin's shoulders in her arms and said softly: "Chu Xin, don't be afraid, Chu Xin, be good. I'm here, I'm here, don't cry, I'll take you to buy Mimi shrimp chips tomorrow..."

It was already very late, the night was very dark, and moonlight was pouring in from the window. Zhang Yunqi did not leave. He watched the scene silently, and the old man's heart was beating constantly.

Three hours ago, this girl appeared on the 88th anniversary art performance of the No. Middle School in the city with her extraordinary charm. Her appearance, her dancing style, and the unique ethereal and clear aura she exuded, amazed all the teachers and students in the school with her smiles and frowns.

Two hours ago, Lin Zihao drove his Suzuki King motorcycle worth tens of thousands of dollars and found all kinds of lame excuses to take her home. As the coolest figure in the city's No. 70 high school, perhaps Lin Zihao's words could make % of the girls in the school kneel down under his jeans and sing "Conquer". But in front of this girl, he could only kneel and lick her like a dog.

An hour ago, the girl sat quietly on the back of his bicycle, enjoying the warm spring breeze, talking about interesting topics, and was as happy as a child.

Now, this girl, living in this shabby bungalow, has shed her unattainable halo and changed from her previous gentle and delicate image of a good girl. She shows her inner determination to the fullest and takes care of two disabled people like a mother.

The ups and downs in life are changing rapidly, but the precious qualities shining through in this girl are moving.

Zhang Yunqi didn't want to disturb the mother and her two daughters, so he quietly straightened out the overturned wooden table, swept up the broken dishes with a dustpan, picked up the books scattered on the ground one by one, flattened them and stacked them neatly on the wooden table.

It was not until after eleven o'clock that Chu Xin stopped crying after being coaxed by Chu Jian, and fell asleep in Chu Jian's arms. Jiang Feng's emotions had calmed down. She got up, wiping her tears, and said "ahhh" a few times to Zhang Yunqi before taking Chu Xin from Chu Jian's arms and going to the bedroom.

Zhang Yunqi and Chu Jian were the only two people left in the room. After a long silence, Chu Jian said, "Yunqi, it's getting late. I'll take you down."

Zhang Yunqi nodded and said yes.

The two of them walked out of the door together and stopped on the side of the road. Chu Jian looked sideways at Zhang Yunqi and whispered, "Sorry for tonight."

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "I'm sorry to tell you anything at this time. It's just that, since we're just meeting, I want to ask you, what's going on tonight?"

Chu Jian looked up at the sky and was silent for a long time before he said, "He loves drinking and playing cards. No matter how much money the family has, he will lose it. Because of this, he often quarrels and fights with my mother and bullies her. A few months ago, a kind boss asked my mother to deliver goods, and my mother hid the wages in a hole under the corner of the wall. He must have found it tonight, and what happened next is what you saw."

Zhang Yunqi thought for a moment and asked, "Where does your father usually go to gamble with his money?"

Chu Jian smiled on his pale face: "He is not my father."

　I am so tired that I am drunk. The fourth update will be between 2 and 4 in the morning. I am sorry, my hands are really clumsy, but I will do what I promised. I will continue to write!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)