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Li Qinian couldn¡¯t help but open Seven¡¯s belly:
"No wonder your father doesn't like you, it turns out he is a leader"
Seven: "Meow~"
Boys also have spring.
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The two of them traveled through mountains and rivers until after seven o'clock in the evening, when they arrived at Xiaolan's house.
Li Qinian looked at the thatched house lit by candlelight, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Who"
Grandma Xiaolan¡¯s voice was hoarse, with a sense of powerlessness unique to the elderly.
"Grandma, it's me, the sister who sent Xiaolan home last time, Li Qinian."
There was no movement in the house. After a while, the small wooden door opened with a creak.
Looking at the shocked man and woman outside the door, Grandma Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and then she relaxed when she saw Li Qinian¡¯s familiar face:
"Good boy, why are you here? It's so late. Come in and sit down"
She greeted Li Qinian into the house.
Li Qinian entered the room, sat on a small wooden stool, and took the water glass handed over by grandma:
"Grandma, how is Xiaolan doing recently?"
When grandma heard her granddaughter¡¯s name, her face immediately showed a kind and gratifying smile:
"She, the teacher said she did very well in school, and she even won a prize in the recent exam"
Li Qinian keenly noticed something was wrong: "Teacher said?"
Grandma didn¡¯t notice any problem at all and nodded:
"They are busy studying and have no time to go home"
"Xiaolan has never been home?" Li Qinian's black eyes sharpened.
Grandma: "I came back once and took a quilt from home"
Li Qinian raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wan, and both saw the answer in the other's eyes.
There must be something wrong with this private school!
The chat record between Xiaolan and her was obviously more than once. According to the frequency of chatting once every weekend, the other party returned home at least a dozen times.
Jiang Wan shook his head gently at her.
Li Qinian pursed his lips and held his grandma¡¯s dry bark-like hand:
¡°Grandma, can we stay here tonight?¡±
"Of course, I am an old woman at home, you can just stay in Xiaolan's room"
Grandma is at home alone all year round. When someone comes to the house, she is extremely happy.
In this way, Li Qinian and Jiang Wan moved into Xiaolan's room. After grandma put out the candles and went to sleep, the two sat by the bed and looked at each other.
"Go and have a look?"
The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is perfect for trouble.
Jiang Wang: "Yeah."
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Following the direction in his memory, Li Qinian brought Jiang Wan to the private school.
The private school is a typical Chinese ancient building. As soon as you enter the door, you will see the courtyard, and then go inside, you will find the backyard and teaching area.
At this time, it was pitch dark inside the private school, without a single light. In the wilderness, such a house was lifeless, and instead looked like an uninhabited haunted house in a movie.
As a master of circumvention, Li Qinian decisively chose his old profession.
The two of them ran into the yard one after the other, their figures brisk and light, like two ghosts, making no sound at all.
Li Qinian: "I have been in all four of these rooms. They are where admissions and office work are."
At this time, there were no lights on in the room.
Jiang Wan: ¡°Go and take a look at the back.¡±
"good."
The two walked through the small courtyard and came to the bungalows.
¡°The lights are still on there.¡±
She pointed to a window on the left front.
The light is very faint, like fireflies in the mountains, flickering.
"Go and have a look."
The house only has the first floor, and the door is blocked by a large iron lock, making it impossible to open it.
The two had no choice but to come to the dimly lit window and see clearly the scene indoors through the blurred white glass window.
At this sight, Li Qinian¡¯s eyebrows twisted up.
This is obviously a student dormitory. There are many small beds in the room, and about thirty students sleep there, and the source of the dim light
She looked at the tall man beside her.
The man was holding a whip in his hand, and in front of him was a desk. A little boy of about seven or eight years old was holding a pen and crawling in front of the desk. His innocent little face was full of fear and uneasiness
"Write quickly! Take your timeWhat are you doing? "
The man completely ignored the other children sleeping in the room, roared viciously, raised his hand and swung the whip in his hand, hitting the boy right next to the little hand holding the pen!
"Snapped!"
The huge movement frightened the little boy's hands, his eyelashes trembled, the pencil rolled down, and fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Something that fails to succeed but fails to succeed."
The man slapped him directly.
"Crying, you know how to cry in one day, what else will you do besides crying?"
"You lose money, next time you write a letter, ask your parents for more money, do you hear"
The little boy's cry was like a stimulant, igniting his anger even more.
The little boy¡¯s cries were mixed with the sound of the whip. The air pressure around Li Qinian¡¯s body was frighteningly low, and his black eyes had no warmth.
She loosened her clenched fists and raised her legs to rush in, but Jiang Wan grabbed her arm:
"Clean up the alarming snakes."
Li Qinian closed her eyes suddenly, breathing rapidly, clenching and unclenching her fists. Finally, she gritted her teeth, took out her phone and returned to the window.
"Damn, the battery is out"
As soon as she turned on the camera, her phone automatically shut down due to low battery.
They couldn¡¯t find any place to charge along the way, and the power bank they brought was out of power.
Jiang Wan took out his cell phone and looked at it: "Mine is out of battery too."
I wanted to record a video as evidence, but it obviously doesn¡¯t work right now.
Li Qinian looked indoors again.
In early winter, the little boy who was beaten was only wearing thin cotton pajamas. The temperature at night in the mountains was already low, and the boy¡¯s little hands were red and purple from the cold, but the man who beat him was wearing a thick down jacket
Her eyes looked at the small beds in the room. On the small bed by the window, the quilt was rolled into a ball, and the person in the quilt wrapped herself tightly, making it airtight.
With each sound of the whip, the person in the bed will shake slightly, the shaking arc is very small, as if he is afraid that the man will find that he is not asleep
With the weak light turned off, Li Qinian stared at the huddled figure, the hand holding the phone slowly tightened, and his eyes gradually became deep and trance-like.
A dark blue rag quilt, dim candlelight, men¡¯s fierce curses and children¡¯s miserable cries, the endless night outside the window, burying all the dirty sins
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and an unknown sadness suddenly swept through her body. A steady stream of depression headed towards her limbs. It was as if she could empathize with her body and feel the sadness of the little boy at this moment
"Amitabha."
"Dong-dong-dong¡ª¡ª"
She heard the regular and gentle sound of wooden fish again, each sound was harder than the last.
Someone was reading scriptures in her ears and making noises, but after a while, the noise turned into suppressed cries.
The crying grew louder and louder, gradually overshadowing other sounds and becoming the only main theme. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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