win the hairpin

Chapter 122 Trapped Beast
The night breeze was blowing, and amidst the warm joy of the Zhang family, the momentum gradually weakened, and even the snow did not fall.

Song Huiyue led Song Qinghui to avoid people and kept walking, passing through flowers and vegetation from time to time, but after a while, she stopped, her expression changed, and she pulled Song Qinghui to squat down.

"elder sister?"

"Shh."

Song Huiyue hissed, but the next moment, the knife light suddenly came, flew past her scalp, and plunged straight into the white wall.

She lowered her head suddenly, arched her back, lifted Song Qinghui with both hands, and protected Song Qinghui under her body.

At the same time, she looked up and saw that the knife-wielding person was rushing towards her, probably because she was afraid of her running away, so she flew out the knife in advance to frighten her.

Song Huiyue thought a little bit, and realized that Zhang Xutang had discovered her and wanted to chase her down.

In this joyous place, it is best to keep arresting people in secret, and don't make too much noise, otherwise it will definitely not be a good thing to frighten the guests in the room.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat, to the empty place just now, but after thinking about it, she straightened up instead, pulling Song Qinghui to stand up together.

He wanted to escape, and he wanted to escape to the brightly lit place. The momentum of his escape was huge, causing the Zhang family to set off a storm.

She pulled Song Qinghui up and ran away, pursued in all directions, she risked her life to run, her legs were striding forward, her eyes were full of sparks, her chest was full of breath, as if she was about to explode at any time.

Under the moonlight and lights, Song Huiyue pulled Song Qinghui on a rampage. She wanted to go to Mrs. Zhang's yard, but Zhang Xutang blocked her on the way, so she had to turn around and rush to the front hall.

However, the way to the front hall was also blocked.

She turned around and ran towards the back garden. When she reached the glass greenhouse, she stopped panting and stopped exhausting herself—she could see that Zhang Xutang was playing her like a monkey.

"Qinghui, don't be afraid." Song Huiyue hid Song Qinghui behind her back, and when she was speaking, she realized that her mouth also smelled of blood.

Song Qinghui staggered and hid behind Song Huiyue, and with a short scream, pointed to the glass greenhouse: "There!"

Zhang Xutang was in the glass greenhouse, with his face pressed against the glass, staring at them without blinking.

The broken branch patterns on the glass shone brightly under the light of the fire, reflecting Zhang Xuzhang's face in a variety of colors. He folded off a camellia of a different color and stuck it in his ear. His mouth opened and closed, and his voice was shrill and sharp. Come out from inside.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lao Wei and Xiao Wei pushed the two Songs together and walked in.

Song Qinghui had never seen such a big glass before, he looked and looked quietly, the blue, yellow, red and white colors shone delicately and softly, dazzling and clean like a god.

Even if it is multiple pieces of multicolored glass recast together, its beauty will not be damaged, and even the various patterns on it have divinity.

However, in Song Huiyue's eyes, this beautiful and fragile thing was like a wall of iron and steel, trapping her indomitably.

What is indestructible is not the glass, but Zhang Xutang's men.

"Qinghui," Zhang Xutang waved to Song Qinghui, "come here, brother."

Song Qinghui shook his head: "I want a sister."

After running wildly for a while, his eyes were a little dull and his hair was even more disheveled, but when he looked up at Song Huiyue, he smiled contentedly again.

Zhang Xutang laughed and said, "If you are disobedient, your sister will suffer."

After speaking, he greeted Xiao Wei, wanting to give Song Huiyue a little pain.

Xiaowei's fist hit Song Huiyue's stomach, knocked Song Huiyue four or five steps away, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Song Qinghui suddenly let out a sharp cry. Because of fear and confusion, his voice trembled and tore, and finally turned into nothingness, and some broken memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

Those memories swarmed in, attacking him vigorously, making him crouch on the ground with his head in his arms, unable to think of anything.

In his eyes, the glass house turned upside down and became a small house floating in the water. As the world was spinning, he yelled again in despair: "Daddy!"

Amid the yelling, he slammed into the glass fiercely, trying to smash the glass and make a way for the water from outside to rush in and wash out everything that was messed up.

Lao Wei grabbed him and threw him back.

Song Huiyue didn't say a word, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards Song Qinghui step by step.

She knelt down and wrapped Song Qinghui in her arms: "Qinghui, it's my sister. My sister is here, don't be afraid."

Song Qinghui leaned his head in Song Huiyue's arms, his body was still trembling in panic, but his voice softened: "Oh."

His whole body also became tired, and his mind was a little clear, knowing that he was confused.

Don't be confused, it will mess up the house, it will scare everyone, and A Niang will cry secretly.

He felt that Song Huiyue was hugging him, stroking him, and still speaking soft words to him, so he couldn't help but feel more depressed.

A Niang said that my sister has worked so hard, and he made her work even harder just now.

Zhang Xutang looked at it, and at first he didn't understand why he went crazy. Last time he burned his hand with lamp oil, he didn't lose control. After a while, he suddenly understood that Song Qinghui was afraid of seeing blood.

No wonder Song Huiyue insisted on sending this fool away that night.

If he hadn't been sent away, after that night of blood stimulation, this silly boy should have gone completely crazy.

He smiled and continued to wave to Song Qinghui: "Qinghui, come here."

Song Qinghui burrowed into Song Huiyue's arms, curled up in a big ball, shaking his head silently.

"You are disobedient, so I have to let your sister suffer a little more."

"No!" Song Qinghui cried out.

Zhang Xutang coaxed him kindly: "So you have to be obedient, and if you are obedient, I won't hurt your sister."

Song Qinghui stretched out his hands to embrace Song Huiyue: "No!"

Zhang Xutang's amiable smile disappeared, and he took two steps forward: "Then dig out your sister's eyeballs first."

"Don't!" Song Qinghui stood up, "No, I'll be good, don't goug my sister's eyes."

"Then come here." Zhang Xutang's patience was about to run out.

Song Huiyue also stood up, stroked Song Qinghui's hair, and gradually calmed down.

Seeing Song Qinghui, knowing that he is here, alive like a weed, she can feel at ease right now.

"Sister still has something to do, I'll pick you up when I'm done."

Song Qinghui nodded: "You must come."

Song Huiyue said in a low voice: "You need to eat more. If they don't give you food, you can go to the kitchen to eat by yourself. Don't be afraid of being scolded by others. Not being hungry is more important than anything else."

Song Qinghui wrote it down carefully: "I ate a fish with Mimi today."

Song Huiyue's eyelashes trembled, and she pinched herself hard before she calmed down: "That Mimi is really a good cat."

"Yes," Song Qinghui became a little bit happier, "Yesterday it brought me a piece of meat, it's this big."

He stretched out his palm to show Song Huiyue.

(End of this chapter)