Chapter 3 Bitter Drama

Chang'an was startled and looked up at his eldest uncle. He saw that she was smiling and had a kind face, and she didn't look like she was talking.

She turned her attention to her four-year-old cousin Song Xiyue.

Song Xiyue looked back at her with a smile, took a piece of snack in her hand and took a bite.

Huh? Who is speaking?
  Chang'an was confused and looked around, but there was no one else in the room.

Even her tabby cat didn't come back, and he probably went to the mountains to hunt wildly again.

Changan frowned and thought for a moment, then picked his ears with his little hands, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

But when I saw the bowl of braised pork mixed with green vegetable leaves, I couldn't eat it anymore.

[You look like this, you deserve to be stepped on by me for the rest of your life. It is best to die immediately, so as not to prevent me from going to the capital to enjoy my happiness. 】

The vicious voice appeared again.

Chang'an's eyes widened for a moment. This time she recognized that the voice belonged to Song Xiyue.

But Song Xiyue's mouth clearly didn't move. Why did she say so many words?
  Could she be a ghost? Can you curse in your belly?
  "Chang'an, don't be in a daze, eat quickly." Wu took the most complete piece of meat and handed it to her mouth.

Chang'an originally wanted to avoid her aunt's feeding, but the meat tasted so fragrant that she couldn't help but eat another piece, and then she only ate rice without the braised pork.

But a pair of dark eyes stared closely at the four-year-old cousin.

【What are you looking at! If you look again I will kill you! 】

The voice still said harsh words: [Little bitch! In your last life, you were so majestic. You enjoyed all the glory and wealth with your bitch mother, and even married into a good family. I'm here in this life, let's see how arrogant you are! 】

Chang'an couldn't understand what Song Xiyue was talking about, but he also knew that this little cousin had been scolding her and calling her mother.

She became angry, picked up a chopstick and threw it at Song Xiyue: "You are the one." Bitch.

Before he finished speaking, the chopsticks flew out and stuck directly into Song Xiyue's forehead.

"Ah" Song Xiyue covered her head and howled, blood flowing from the gaps between her fingers.

Little Zhao was shocked and quickly looked at her daughter's forehead.

"Oh my God! Such a big bloody hole!" Little Zhao pulled out her chopsticks, rushed out of the house, grabbed a handful of dirt from the yard, and covered Song Xiyue's forehead directly.

Chang'an was stunned, and at the same time he shrank his neck with guilt.

How come your strength has increased? The accuracy was so good that it pierced Song Xiyue's head in one go.
  Upon seeing this, Mrs. Wu quickly got off the kang, tucked Chang Anchao under the quilt, and went to check on Song Xiyue's condition.

"You don't need to pretend to be kind!" Song Xiyue pushed Wu away fiercely, turned around and ran out of the house.

Little Mrs. Zhao also glared at Mrs. Wu with a look of resentment, and chased after her daughter without taking the food box.

Chang'an huddled under the quilt, looking at his palms out of boredom, and suddenly saw that one bead was missing from his palms.

She lay under the quilt and searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it, which made her even more puzzled.

Suddenly I remembered that when I threw the chopsticks, a light seemed to flash on my hand.

Did Xiao Zhuzhu help him?
  Chang'an pursed his lips and chuckled, thinking in his heart: Xiaozhuzhu, can you cure aunt's foot?

The beads on the palm of her hand flashed, as if responding to her inner thoughts.

At this moment, the door was kicked open with a bang, and Mrs. Zhao rushed in with a clothes-beating stick.

"What about the little bitch? Do you dare to kill someone at such a young age? Let me see if I don't beat you to death!"

Mrs. Zhao scolded her while pushing her to the edge of the kang, reaching out to lift the quilt.

Wu firmly stopped her mother-in-law, "It was just a kid playing around, and Chang'an didn't mean it. Didn't Chengye break Chang'an's forehead last time?"

When Mrs. Zhao saw her third daughter-in-law replying to her with these words, she couldn't help but became furious and hit Mrs. Wu's shoulder and arm with the hammer in her hand.

"You're such a lowly bastard, how dare you ridicule me?"

Wu's natal family was very poor, and her only brother was suffering from tuberculosis. Mrs. Zhao had chosen her from thousands of people to live in poverty, and deliberately chose her to be Song Sanshun's daughter-in-law, just to make it easy for her in the future.

Unexpectedly, this little bitch would use what she said a few days ago to block her, and Mrs. Zhao was furious. "Bad guy!" When Xiao Changan saw his aunt being beaten, he immediately got out of bed, endured his fear, picked up the bowl on the kang table and threw it at Mrs. Zhao.

Who would have thought that the accuracy was not very good this time, and the bowl was broken instead of hitting the person.

"Okay! Dare you hit your ancestor?" Mrs. Zhao cursed angrily, pushed Mrs. Wu down, climbed up on the kang, chased Chang'an and beat her.

Chang'an dodged left and right, but still received two blows, which made her cry out in pain.

Wu finally got up, hugged her mother-in-law for dear life, and screamed loudly: "Chang'an, run!"

If you don't run away, if the clothes-beating stick hits a vital part, it will really kill someone.

Chang'an obediently jumped off the kang and rushed outside barefoot, only to bump into a pair of legs.

The person who came grabbed her by the back of her neck and lifted her up.

"Little beast! Where are you running?"

The person who came was none other than Song Jizu. When he learned that his youngest daughter's forehead had been broken by Chang'an, he immediately came to ask for help.

"If I don't kill you this time, I will take your last name!"

He slapped Chang An on the face, which immediately swollen her face and caused blood to flow from her nose and the corners of her mouth.

Song Jizu couldn't understand his hatred. He grabbed Chang'an's neck with his big hands, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

A pair of lustful eyes looked at Wu who was being beaten by his mother, full of warning.

Chang'an was so frightened that he swung his hands and feet desperately and screamed.

The sound was quite miserable, as if he was about to die at the next moment.

In an instant, the neighbors on the left and right ran over. Someone stepped forward and grabbed Song Jizu's neck and yelled: "Let go!"

A man who was almost thirty years old actually bullied a three-year-old baby, especially since the baby's parents still supported their family.

"Are you still a human being?" The family next door also lives with the Song surname, and they are from the same clan as the Song Erxiao brothers. When they saw Chang An's little face was swollen and his mouth was full of blood, he was immediately furious.

He is a bastard! How dare?
  If it hadn't been for Chang'an's mournful crying today, they wouldn't have known that Mrs. Zhao's family was so useless!
  After grabbing Chang'an and handing it to the people around him, Song Laoliu hit Song Jizu's nose hard with his old fist, causing blood to fly from his nose.

Chang'an was held in Aunt Qian's arms, crying out of breath, pointing to the room with her little finger: "Ancestor, grandmother, beat, aunt."

Everyone rushed into the house again and helped Wu on the ground.

When I saw Wu's ankles were horribly bruised, her hands and face were bruised, and there was a big purple pimple on her forehead, I was filled with indignation.

"What a bastard!" Several people surrounded Song Jizu and punched him: "You bully your sister-in-law and niece when your brother is not at home. No beast like you!"

"Get out of Songjiacun!" someone shouted.

Several people punched and kicked Song Jizu until he knelt down with his head in his hands and begged for mercy. "Don't hit me for being wrong. I was wrong."

Mrs. Zhao wanted to come over to save her son, but she was kicked to the ground by someone and slapped on the face several times. She immediately sat on the ground, patted her thighs and started crying.

First, she cried because everyone bullied her as an orphan and widowed mother. Second, she cried that God was unjust. Third, she cried that her first husband died early, causing her to marry into the Song family and suffer.

She cried and sang, foaming at the corners of her mouth.

Everyone stared at her with disgust, wishing they could go up and slap the old godly woman a few more times.

"Oh my God, look at how the child was beaten. His face is covered in blood." Sister-in-law Qian wiped Chang An's nosebleed in distress.

Everyone saw that the two Wu family members from Chang'an were seriously injured, and they had already ordered the young man to invite the village doctor and clan leader.

The patriarch walked in with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the Zhao family with Ruju's eyes and shouted: "If you want to cry, get out and cry! Don't show your authority on the Song family's territory!"

Mrs. Zhao choked and her eyes were at a loss for a moment.

But when she saw her husband, Old Man Song, walking into the yard, she burst into tears and ranted:

"I kindly asked Chengye's mother to bring food to your third daughter-in-law. White rice and red braised pork. After eating, she threw the bowl and chopsticks. I took pity on my four-year-old Xiyue. I was attacked by such a vicious hand. There was a hole as big as a bowl on my forehead, and blood was pouring out."

(End of this chapter)

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