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She saw that the gauze on Zhang Yan's fingers was all untied, the old lady clamped Zhang Yan with her legs to prevent her from leaving, and the old man washed her wound with white wine in a gourd scoop.

After Bai Mumu took a look, she couldn't bear to look directly, it hurt too much.

As if at a certain moment she could connect with Zhang Yan's pain, the wound burned by Baijiu was hot, and more pain spread from the fingers to all parts of the body.

Zhang Yan was crying bitterly, she didn't even have the strength to struggle, her face was covered with tears, her hair stuck to her scalp, she kept begging her grandparents to let her go.

"Grandpa, I'm in so much pain..."

"Grandma, let me go..."

She rushed over, overturned the gourd ladle containing the wine, and snatched Zhang Yan from the old lady's hand. She didn't give the two old people a chance to talk, and rushed out with Zhang Yan in her arms.

Old people are so ignorant, but Zhang Yan's grandparents are obviously better.

Amidst the howling of the cold wind, Bai Mumu hugged Zhang Yan, and could hear her rapid and boiling breathing.

"……teacher."

Zhang Yan stopped crying and hiccupped all the way. Bai Mumu patted her back and kept stroking her: "Don't be afraid, the teacher is here, don't be afraid..."

In fact, Bai Mumu herself was in a panic. The moment she saw Zhang Yan, she just wanted to take him away and wait until she got on the main road before she came out of this anger.

The mountain wind swept across and sounded in the empty mountains, like wailing.

"Teacher, where are we going?" Zhang Yan choked up and asked.

Bai Mumu hugged her and ran all the way, seeing that no one was chasing her, she put her on the ground: "Go to the teacher's dormitory, shall we have oil tea at night?"

Zhang Yan suddenly showed a smile and hugged Bai Mumu tightly. When she took a step, Zhang Yan followed.

When they arrived at the dormitory, Bai Mumu saw Pang Guimei and Zhu Li at the door of the dormitory, and Zhu Li kept giving her winks behind Pang Guimei.

Bai Mumu pursed her lips, and pulled Zhang Yan who was hiding behind her to the front: "Don't be afraid, neither the principal nor Teacher Xiao Zhu will hurt you."

Pang Guimei was indifferent, and then nodded with her chin: "Let Teacher Xiaozhu take the child first, I have something to tell you."

Bai Mumu nodded, followed behind her, turned around and told Zhu Li to pay more attention to the child's hands, and the two stood at the stairs.

"Zhang Yan's grandma called the school and said that your teacher robbed their child and asked you to send it back immediately." Pang Guimei said calmly without any emotion, "What's going on?"

Bai Mumu said everything, including the old man's ignorance, and washed Zhang Yan's wound with white wine.

"The wine brewed at home can't achieve the effect of disinfection at all. Let's not say whether they know it or not, just say that the child has been crying, but they turn a deaf ear to it. They are not acting like parents."

Bai Mumu didn't want to look at things with prejudice, but the current situation was clearly beyond her understanding.

The two old men were just punishing the child under the guise of disinfection, otherwise a gourd of wine could not be poured on the child's wound bit by bit like Ling Chi.

After listening quietly, Pang Guimei did not express any opinions or opinions on this, but said lightly: "Go back and see the child first."

Back in the dormitory, Zhu Li was unwrapping biscuits and feeding her. Zhang Yan's hands were swollen from the stimulation of liquor. Lao Gao, facing the light, the capillaries on the palms of his hands were clearly visible.

The wound on her fingertips could no longer be seen directly, the tender flesh was washed white, and the surrounding skin drooped.

Not only Bai Mumu felt cruel, but Pang Guimei even looked away after taking a look.

Zhu Li lowered her voice, and she seemed to be able to hear crying: "Teacher Pang..."

The adults thought it was cruel, and they didn't know how the two old men had the heart to do it.

Pang Guimei raised her hand and pressed down, and said to Bai Mumu: "The child will stay at school first, and you will contact her parents later, they are the parents."

Bai Mumu nodded. Zhang Yan's parents were working out of town, so they always wanted to talk about things like this.

Zhang Yan's meal at night was fed by Bai Mumu, and he had a pretty good appetite.

After eating, Bai Mumu wiped her with a towel, let her lie on the bed, and took out her mobile phone: "Do you want to call your mother?"

Zhang Yan nodded, looked at her with big eyes: "Think." Turning her eyes, she said timidly, "Can I call her?"

Bai Mumu smiled and dialed the phone directly. A woman's angry voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello? Who is it!"

"Mom, it's me, Yanzi." Zhang Yan cried after speaking, she missed her mother.

Because it was broadcast outside, Bai Mumu could hear it, and the angry female voice suddenly softened: "Yanzi, aren't you at home? Whose phone is this using?"

Zhang Yan looked up at Bai Mumu, and then said: "At the teacher's house, the mobile phone is also the teacher's." Tears fell on the quilt and quickly melted into the cotton cloth: "Mom, the teacher wants to talk to you."

The woman on the other end of the phone paused, hesitated and said, "Okay, then be good."

Bai Mumu went outside with her mobile phone, turned on the TV and let Zhang Yan watch cartoons.

After finishing the matter in a few words at the door, the woman was crying, her voice sounded very sad: "Teacher, thank you for taking care of my Yanzi, can I talk to her again?"

Bai Mumu re-entered the dormitory. An episode of Zhang Yan's cartoon had just finished. Bai Mumu put the phone on her lap, and the woman whispered, "Yanzi, can you hear mom?"

Zhang Yan nodded, and the immature child's voice replied: "I can hear it."

"Then can you tell mom how you got the injury on your hand? Mom wants to know, can you tell mom?"

"It's... Sixth aunt." Zhang Yan refused to say what she said to Bai Mumu, but she was willing to say it to her mother. The dormitory was quiet, only the delicate voice of an eight-year-old child.

"Grandpa always had a headache. When he had a headache, he beat people, me, and grandma. Later, grandma went to the sixth aunt and said that grandpa encountered disasters when he left the graveyard, so he kept having headaches."

"Grandpa asked if there was any way, and the sixth aunt said that as long as the scourge in Grandpa's body ate the flesh on my fingertips, it would be fine, and then gave Grandpa a piece of paper and asked him to drink it with the well water. "

"I don't want to. Grandpa rolled on the ground with a headache, so he let grandma hold me on the bed, and let my sixth aunt cut my fingers with a sickle. She cut my fingers three times in total."

Zhang Yan was still young, so she didn't know that the wound on her fingertips was gouged out. The words she used were inaccurate, but she told a complete and cruel truth.

Bai Mumu covered her mouth and didn't let herself cry. She heard the heartbroken sobs of a woman coming from the microphone: "Yanzi! Mom's daughter..."

The woman's voice was loud, and Zhang Yan was afraid. Such an out-of-control mother made her feel very strange.

"I was wrong, mom, don't cry, Yanzi will be good, and Yanzi will listen to the teacher."

The more sensible Zhang Yan was, the sadder the woman was: "Good girl, stay at the teacher's house for now, mom will be back tomorrow."