Chapter 1936 Eccentric mother who treats her adopted son harshly (7)

   A few neighbors next door, basically the whole family is having dinner.

   They were all used to hearing this sound.

   "Hey, He Xiangjin's child was beaten again. This Yinhua is true. The child is only eight years old. Usually, he is left to do so much work. If he is in a bad mood, he will be beaten."

"That can't be helped, who told He Xiangjin that the child is not Zhao Yinhua's biological grandson, and he didn't even look at that He Xiangming, not only was his parents brought to the city, but Zhao Yinhua could not wait to hold him to the sky, a good grandson every word. Why is this Xiangjin worthless?"

   "This Zhao Yinhua family is also a sinner. If you adopt someone else's child, you should treat it well. Why... In my opinion, He Xiangjin's child is quite well-behaved."

   "Hey, this is life."

   The sentence "This is life" determines the path of a child's life.

  In the end, it was because the neighbor next door came in and stopped Mrs. He, so Mrs. He did not fight anymore.

   But Mrs. He also dragged He Xiangjin into the toilet, then closed and locked the door.

   "You don't have to eat tonight, so let's reflect inside."

   Leaving a sentence, Mrs. He went to eat by herself.

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  It will be completely dark.

In the remote cotton village, only a very small number of households have electricity. Mrs. He has electricity. But after her son and daughter-in-law took her grandson to live in the city, she stopped paying electricity bills and wanted to save money. At night, only candles are lit at home. Besides, the elderly usually say it earlier, and there is no need to do other things at night.

   As for He Xiangjin, Mrs. He would never ask his opinion.

  This time, the room is pitch black, and the moon hasn't come out yet.

  The toilet in He's house is very small and can only stand for two people. This is only on the premise of adding the toilet pit.

   At this time, He Xiangjin was curled up in a corner of the toilet. Fortunately, He Xiangjin was always cleaning and tidying up the toilet, and there was no mess or odor, but it was a toilet after all.

He Xiangjin only felt that his body was in severe pain, and the most painful part was his ears, as if he was being pierced by a needle all the time, and there were bursts of roaring sounds that seemed to be almost inaudible. He reached out to touch his right ear, and he felt a sticky patch, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

  He Xiangjin knew that his ears must be bleeding.

   His hands and feet also hurt, all of which were hit by Mrs. He's clothes hanger.

  He Xiangjin patted the toilet door with his hand.

   "Grandma, can you let me out?"

   "Grandma, my ears hurt."

   "Grandma, please."

Eight-year-old He Xiangjin was very scared. He intuitively told him that there must be something wrong with his ears. If he didn't treat it, it would definitely be bad, so he patted the door desperately, hoping that Mrs. He would soften his heart and let him out. , can take him to the doctor.

   He took a few shots, and then vaguely heard the footsteps of Mrs. He.

   Before he could be happy, he heard scolding from people outside.

   "What are you shouting, if you shout again, I will kill you."

  He Xiangjin's hand slamming on the door trembled, and after two seconds he still held the last glimmer of hope: "Grandma, my ears hurt, I..."

   It was just that his words were interrupted before he finished speaking, and there was an extraordinarily ruthless voice outside the door.

   "Isn't it just a twist of the ear, why, can you still die? Who do you think you are? You are the ancestor who has to be sacrificed."

   (end of this chapter)