Rescue Little White Flower

Shen Qingwei spread out the book, taking advantage of the dim light outside the window, preparing to start homework for winter vacation.

There is no heating in the small attic, not to mention the stove. The cold is like a freezer, thin and stiff quilt, without the slightest warm function. Shen Qingwei can only wrap the clothes that Zhao mother gave her to resist it. The cold of winter.

From the attic, the cry of children and the yelling of adults were annoying.

The mood of her homework suddenly disappeared, closing the book, Shen Qingwei hugged her knees and curled up into a ball.

She doesn't like this new home at all.

Shen Qingwei never thought that she was just a kung fu to go to school, her father had another wife, her brother also had a good relationship, everyone started a new life, she came back from school, like a rush Strangers who have entered other people's homes.

Yesterday, Shen Qingzhi had a kiss.

The other party is a 19-year-old girl, not pretty, but she wins her youth, she looks very honest. When her parents talk about marriage, they sit on the side, blushing and bow their heads, and leave it to the adults to arrange.

Shen Qingwei didn't want to be like the other party at all.

Just as she was thinking about her own thoughts, a conversation suddenly came from downstairs. The speaker sounded like Father Shen and his new love-a thin man with long and narrow eyes, staring at him. She looks like a woman who wants to skin and tear people apart.

"I want a new house, a new TV, where can I get it?"

"This family has the least demand... No money... If you marry your daughter out, won't you have money?"

Shen Qingwei frowned, stepped cautiously on the attic plank that seemed likely to break at any time, and pressed her head to the ground.

"I'll find out, Old Four Qian, you know? It's the fat man in the village next door, he said, as long as you are willing to marry the girl to him, he will give us one hundred thousand yuan."

"But..." Father Shen's voice sounded hesitant, "Shen Qingwei is only seventeen years old."

The woman interrupted him, "I will be eighteen years old after the new year, so I can get married."

Father Shen said: "I'm afraid she would disagree."

"Marriage matters, the parents ordered the matchmaker to say, what does she disagree with? The fourth family of Qian is so rich, can she still treat her badly? Shen Da, I am someone who wants to live with you and won't hurt you. You see, the girl I found for Shen Qingzhi is obedient and filial. She is still the only daughter. After her parents are a hundred years later, the money will all belong to her, and there are few gifts for marriage. If this kind of good thing is not me, where are you? Find."

"Do you still want to continue the incense. Your son has broken his hand. It was difficult to find a wife. Now it's hard to meet someone who doesn't dislike him, so hurry up."

Father Shen finally shook, "Then I will tell her."

...

Ever since she overheard the conversation between the two, Shen Qingwei felt like a sword that might fall off her head at any time. She had been waiting for Father Shen to talk about her "life events", but Father Shen seemed to have forgotten the incident, and after three days, he did not come to her.

This made Shen Qingwei a sigh of relief.

She felt that Father Shen was somewhat conscientious and couldn't really push her own daughter into the fire.

But when the woman she called Sanyi Li stood in front of her, Shen Qingwei suddenly had two words in her heart: Here comes.

After hearing what the other party said, Shen Qingwei bit her lip tightly.

It turned out that Father Shen didn't come to her just because he couldn't say it, and he didn't give up the idea.

"Your brother is in his twenties and he hasn't gotten married yet. Would you bear to watch your brother go on bachelor like this? I have already inquired. The fourth family of Qian has money. As long as you marry, you won't be treated badly. "

Knowing is with affection, and moving is for profit.

One by one, sentence by sentence.

First use Shen Qingzhi's age and marriage to suppress her, as if Shen Qingwei did not marry her rich fourth, Qian, in exchange for Shen Qingzhi's marriage money, she was the culprit for preventing her brother from marrying his wife; to make sense, Li San The aunt began to describe the wealth of the Qian family to her again, and began to imagine her life as a rich wife after marrying to the Qian family.

"I will cover you. Buy anything in the mall. If you want to buy a few mink coats, buy a few mink coats."

Sanyi Li described her expression with excitement, but Shen Qingwei couldn't help thinking of what Zhao Xingyue had said to her.

"Always, never, don't underestimate your value."

"You are a raw jade, but the brilliance has not yet appeared. One day, you will be worth a thousand dollars."

Shen Qingwei, who was almost shaken by words, shook her head and said firmly: "I am not going to marry, auntie, I am still young, I still have to study, I don't think about getting married."

"How can you say not to marry? Do you still have any conscience? Do you know how many people are looking forward to this marriage? If it weren't for your father's face, I wouldn't introduce it to you."

Shen Qingwei tried to remember Zhao Xingyue's smile, holding a gift, but showing just the right distance. She said, "You should introduce this beautiful thing to others."

Seeing that she really didn't dare to be interested, her brows and eyes were all rejections, and Li Sanyi said in low spirits: "Forget it, forget it, I don't know good or bad girls."

Aunt Li walked away, Shen Qingwei ran back to her attic like flying, and quickly packed the things she had put out into the suitcase.

When everything was installed and the room was empty, except for the cushions and folded quilts on the floor, she let out a sigh of relief.

For some reason, she always had a bad feeling in her heart that she couldn't stay at this house.

...

Zhao Xingyue received a call from Shen Qingwei on the night of New Year's Eve.

"Hey?"

While answering the phone, Zhao Xingyue zoomed in on Shen Qingwei's lens in her eyes.

Zhao Xingyue is not a voyeur, she does not observe Shen Qingwei's thoughts all the time, so although she can check Shen Qingwei's surroundings anytime and anywhere, she rarely uses this function unless it is for tasks.

The picture was enlarged in Zhao Xingyue's eyes, and she realized that something was wrong.

Father Shen found Xinhuan, which was not uncommon for Zhao Xingyue.

A man like Shen's father can't live without a woman at all. After Shen's mother is gone, it would be a strange thing for him to continue to live alone.

However, she saw that although Shen Qingwei was not doing well in her new home, her life in the attic was better than she was beaten every day, so she didn’t take care of it. Family now.

There was no sound from the phone, only a faint sob.

Through the picture in her eyes, Zhao Xingyue could see that Shen Qingwei was covering her mouth with one hand, tearing constantly.

She frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

"No, nothing." Shen Qingwei tried to prevent Zhao Xingyue from hearing her choking voice, but it was too difficult. When she spoke, she was startled by her hoarse voice, and she hurriedly covered her phone and cleared her throat. , Said to the phone: "I just want to say a happy new year to you."

Zhao Xingyue: "What's wrong?"

"no no--"

Zhao Xingyue interrupted her impatiently, "I will ask one last time."

If Shen Qingwei gave up even asking for help, she would really ignore it.

Her tone was definitely not good enough, but the care that came out of her words caused Shen Qingwei to break the tight nerve in her heart.

"Ayue, Ayue." She kept calling Zhao Xingyue's name, as if she would gain enough courage to support her to say the rest, "Ayue, what should I do, my dad wants to marry me An old man who can use gift money to marry my brother, what should I do? I don’t want to marry, I don’t want to marry—"

Suddenly hearing such a big thing, Zhao Xingyue was so knowledgeable and shocked.

She didn't expect that such a variable would appear in Shen Qingwei's body.

Because she had always felt that Shen Qingwei's fate was first down and then up again. As long as there is no interference from evil spirits, after the hard days before, there will always be another village.

But she never thought that the taste of fate lies in its elusiveness. She solved the evil spirits, thinking that Shen Qingwei's life would go to the right path from now on, but never thought that the life that has been affected by evil spirits has already moved in an unknown direction. Rushed away.

There is no way to know the future.

Zhao Xingyue pressed her brow.

Many people say that destiny is in their own hands and that the future is created by themselves, but to be honest, destiny is a thing of the right time and place, and it is indispensable-effort is important, but sometimes desperate effort The ceiling touched may be just the starting point for others.

Shen Qingwei is the kind of person who has a particularly low starting point, and is also facing the abyss at any time.

Shen Qingwei on the other side was still crying, Zhao Xingyue waited until she turned from crying to sobbing, and then asked, "Where are you now?"

The first time, Shen Qingwei didn't hear her clearly, until Zhao Xingyue asked again, she reacted and reported a place name.

"I'll pick you up."

Shen Qingwei wiped a tear, "It's useless, it's useless, they won't let me go, my dad has locked me in the room for a week, and they won't let me out even the door."

"Are your dad at home tonight?"

"Not here."

"Oh, that's easy."

"what?"

Shen Qingwei wanted to ask again, Zhao Xingyue had hung up the phone.

My fingertip dexterously tapped the dial button, and a phone number quickly popped up, "Hey, Xiaoliu? Do you have any activities tonight? Borrow a car for me. If you want a good one, OK, I’m here. Waiting for you at that opening on Dongda Road."

Within ten minutes, two motorcycles stopped in front of Zhao Xingyue one after another.

The young man with green hair in the car winked at Zhao Xingyue, "Sister Zhao, is it lonely? My brother will play with you at any time."

Zhao Xingyue glanced at her coldly.

Lu Mao immediately turned over and rolled off the car, dog-legs bent over and raised his hand, "Please, please -"

"If something is going on, return your car tomorrow, thanks."

On the night of New Year's Eve, there were very few cars on the road. Zhao Xingyue stepped into the car, and his drifting figure quickly disappeared under the street lights.

The little green hair left by her wiped the cold sweat on his head, patted and was still waiting for his companion to ask: "Sixth, do you think Sister Zhao is extraordinarily scary tonight? She is not going to chop People?"

The young man he called the sixth son rolled his eyes, "It's not cutting you, why are you panicking."