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Chapter 39 The road ahead is long, where is the way out?
In the second year, Mrs. Zhou gave birth to a fat boy for Mr. Chen.

Jinyue still remembers her father's uncontrollable joy when he hugged her younger brother, and she was also happy for her father. In this age of patriarchy, and in such a poor valley with no news, no matter how good the family is, if No boy is always looked down upon.

She still remembered that her father once told her that even though he was tall and big, he felt that he was only a little tall in front of outsiders.While talking, the father gestured for the height with his hands, and Jinyue saw that the height was only a little higher than hers.

From then on, Mrs. Zhou stopped pretending to Jinyue, she seemed to have the confidence to be the hostess of the house, and began to dare to shout at Old Chen.

On the one hand, Jinyue loves her younger brother, because of him, she made the family more complete, and made her father stand upright, but at the same time, she also hated her younger brother, because of him, she became a nanny and a doormat, while old man Chen For all of this, although I saw it in my eyes, I chose to turn a blind eye and close one eye.

Especially what made Jinyue completely desperate was when Chen Xiaobao was three months old.

That day, Jinyue carried her younger brother who had just finished breastfeeding to bask in the sun as usual, but when she was crossing the threshold, she stumbled and Jinyue accidentally fell out, and her younger brother was also thrown away. go out.

Zhou, who heard her son crying, hurried out, kicked Jinyue a few meters away without saying a word, then hugged her son and coaxed her non-stop.

Although Jinyue felt pain in her lower abdomen, she didn't dare to cry because she was not careful.

I thought it was over like this, but when Chen Xiaobao's head slowly swelled up into a big lump, Zhou seemed to feel that his punishment was too light, so he picked up a fan-shaped wooden stick and beat Jinyue hard. pause.

Father Chen also saw it, but he didn't stop him, he just sighed and went back to the house.

Jinyue cried out in despair and pain.

That night, Jinyue didn't have dinner. She lay in the damp donkey pen, touched the skin and the raised wounds on her legs, and felt that she couldn't stay in this house any longer.

In the dark, Jinyue always thinks of her mother, the love she gave her, and the words she said before leaving. The future is bleak, and the eyes are dark. Jinyue doesn't know where the light that belongs to her is and when it will come. .

The road ahead is long, what should she do.

In the middle of the night, just when she was about to fall asleep in a daze with tears in her eyes, Father Chen came in with a kerosene lamp and a small bottle of purple syrup.

He sighed, dipped cotton in the medicine, and rubbed Jinyue's wound.Jinyue didn't dare to move, and let her father wipe it gently.Through the dim and flickering light, she saw that her father's eyes were red and sparkling.

She knew that at that moment, her father must also be very sad.

At that moment, she suddenly understood the difficulty of her father.

In the following days, Jinyue was still busy as usual.

He Hehua doesn't have to avoid her mother anymore, they can throw their younger brother's feces and diapers to Jinyue for her to wash without any scruples, and they can also direct Jinyue to do this and that without shame.

The only consolation for Jinyue, besides He Yang who treats her well as always, is her brother's dependence on her.

The little guy feels closer to Jinyue than his own mother, and when he starts crying, no one can coax him well except Jinyue.

(End of this chapter)