Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 217: Scary
“Chunsheng Song, release!”
Song Yueliang changed her face and shouted sharply, and suddenly remembered that the woman's hand had been cut off.
The so-called interruptions, he only heard that the woman refused to see him in prison in those years, and he was not aware of his specific situation at all.
Looking at him now, I'm afraid this is much more serious than he imagined.
A few clips came to my mind. When drinking tea, the woman holds the cup with her left hand, while eating using her left hand to use chopsticks, and when lifting items, she also uses her left hand.
Because she rarely met and behaved too naturally, she did not even realize that her right hand was almost always in a position of help.
Even after being scolded twice, Song Chunsheng also realized that Li Qiang was strange, and hurriedly relaxed his strength, not even bothering to be called by his first name, "Ah Qiang, how are you? Does pain? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were hurt. That's the right hand..."
He really did not know, otherwise, he would not have rushed to hug her too hard.
"Now you know, let go!" In the calf of the man, the little baby was still hitting and banging, trying to push the man away.
Realizing that it didn't work at all, Qiqi raised her eyebrows and bit the man's leg violently, "Why are you bullying my grandmother, you clawed at her twice!"
Biting the man's leg, the baby still did not forget to complain, his voice sounded faint.
"His! Release!" Song Chun felt her pain, bent her legs and wanted to release the baby hanging on her lap.
"Qiql!" Li Qiang and Song Yueliang shouted and rushed over.
The scene became extremely chaotic for a moment.
"What are you doing?" A deep and thick man's voice sounded nearby.
Before Song Chunsheng regained consciousness, he was doused with a burst of water, which made his heart feel cold.
When he stared at the scene in front of him clearly, Song Yueliang, Li Qiang and Xiaowa'er had already retreated, not a single drop of water had hit him, only he was drenched, soaking, and that expensive suit keeps dripping down the Water, so embarrassed.
Opposite him was Tang Zheng, wearing a dusty gardener suit, wearing water boots, and holding a hose in his hand.
"Have you poured it on me?!" Song Chunsheng gritted his teeth, looked at Tang Zheng, and stopped every word.
Tang Zheng returned the water pipe down Ling Xiaohua's wall, and said lightly, "The water pipe is leaking."
If he had not heard it with his own ears, even Song Yueliang would not have believed that Tang Zhu, who was always quiet and calm, would have made excuses to lie to fools.
After putting the water pipe in place, the tall man turned around, took off the white gloves he was using for work, and said, "Cold, Mr. Song should go back to shower and change clothes, so as not to get infected." Get in the wind, and calm down."
Seven or three people entered the iron gate with twigs under the man's gesture. When there was a rumbling sound behind them, they had already entered the villa, and the iron gate was closed.
Qi Qi rubbed his aching chin, first staring at Li Qiang, "Grandmother, are your hands still hurting?"
Li Qiang stopped, pulling his right arm down, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Xiao Waer seemed to be very trusting of his words, and did not continue to ask, but his small mouth was not calm, "Uncle Tang, is the water pipe really leaking?"
The man walked next to them, "Yes."
"No, I saw clearly that after Uncle Tang pulled us away, water from the water pipe gushed out, and it was still spraying onto Grandpa Song!"
"..." - ".All adults are silent.
Looking at his daughter who was full of curiosity and doubt, Song Yueliang felt extremely worried.
My daughter used to be a blank piece of paper with a pure and innocent temper, but these adults are paint brushes of different colors.
Under the influence of her ears and eyes, what will her daughter be in the future?
Back at Dongyuan tea house, Song Yueliang temporarily dismissed her daughter, and when facing Li Qiang alone, she pulled her right sleeve without saying a word.
"What are you doing?!" Li Qiang was startled, and immediately wanted to withdraw his hand.
There were several long, narrow scars overlapping on the woman's thin, white wrist.
"What's this?" Song Yueliang lifted her eyes, and her thin eyes felt cold.
Li Qiang lowered his sleeves and covered his wrists again, “Didn't you see the scar?”
"Was anyone else cutting it or did you cut it yourself?"
“It was cut by someone else, and the tendon in my hand was broken.” Li Qiang lowered his head, took out the silver charcoal from the iron box under the coffee table and threw it into the red clay furnace. His hand was injured, his muscles sprained, and not deformed, but unable to lift heavy objects.”
Song Yueliang sat opposite him, her eyes fixed on his right hand that was holding tweezers, "You didn't tell me a word."
"I don't need your sympathy. I've already told Mr. Tang not to say anything. You see now that I have the ability to support myself. I don't want you to worry about life, old age, death, or burial. Just take care of yourself."
“You don't really want to be in touch with me? If you hate me so much, why did you give birth to me?” Song Yueliang pursed her lips, and finally asked coldly.
He still did not understand why a woman treated him like this.
It's been like this since he was a child, and he really doesn't care about her.
Li Qiang's eyelashes trembled, he stabilized his trembling hands, and said in an even colder tone, "At that time, Song Yueliang, you were young and stupid, just assume you weren't my mother."
Song Yueliang did not speak anymore, got up and left the tea room without looking back.
He was afraid that if he continued to stay there, he would have a big fight with the woman.
The depression and fog in his heart made him a little claustrophobic.
Outside the low window grille of the tea room, Qi, who was squatting there tidying up the marijuana bushes, accidentally heard the conversation inside clearly.
He turned his head and looked at Uncle Tang who was pulling a piece of marijuana nearby, with sadness and confusion in his eyes, "Uncle Tang, why did grandma say that to mom?"
Mom must be very sad.
He wanted to chase and hug his mother, but Qiqi knew he could not leave.
I don't want to see her sad.
She also wants to stay, complete the tasks her father entrusted her with, and help her mother and grandmother make peace.
This task is very important.
Dad said if she did well, mom would be so happy, so would grandma.
Tang Zheng was quiet, and he carried the little slumped baby away from the window of the tea room.
After walking further, he said, "He doesn't want to drag your mother down."
Getting his answer, Qiqi immediately raised her head, but her doubts became even stronger, "How can it be troublesome?"
“Maybe she feels if she steps away or breaks up the relationship, your mother won't be too ridiculed.”
"Why? Grandma doesn't know that babies are more miserable without mothers?"
“He was afraid of what people said.”
In the male word, "he" is always used instead of an address.
Qiqi's mind was filled with dragging, taunting, and frightening words, and she only felt her little brain would turn into paste.
“Uncle Tang, I don't think it's appropriate if grandma thinks like that.” But what was wrong, Qiqi did not know.
The man hummed and said nothing more.