Chapter 1101

Li Qinian couldn't help opening seven's stomach:

"No wonder your father doesn't like you. It's a man with a handle..."

Seven: "meow ~"

Boys also have spring.

………

They traveled through mountains and rivers and didn't reach Xiaolan's house until more than seven o'clock in the evening.

Li Qinian looked at the thatched hut lit by candles and knocked on the door.

"Who..."

Grandma Xiaolan's voice is dumb, with a unique sense of powerlessness of the elderly.

"Grandma, it's me. Li Qinian, the sister who sent Xiaolan home last time."

There was no movement in the house. After a while, the small wooden door opened with a squeak.

Looking at the amazing man and woman outside the door, grandma Xiaolan was stunned at first. Then she saw Li Qinian's familiar face and relaxed:

"Good boy, why are you here? It's so late. Come in and sit down..."

She greeted Li Qinian into the house.

Li Qinian entered the room, sat on a small wooden stool and took the water cup handed over by Grandma:

"Grandma, how is Xiaolan recently?"

When grandma heard her granddaughter's name, she immediately showed a kind and gratifying smile:

"She ah, the teacher said she did well in school and won a prize in the recent exam..."

Li Qinian keenly caught something wrong: "said the teacher?"

Grandma didn't find any problems at all and nodded:

"They are busy studying and have no time to go home..."

"Xiao Lan has never been home?" Li Qinian's black eyes sharpened.

Grandma: "I came back once and took a quilt from home..."

Li Qinian raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wang. They both saw the answer from the bottom of each other's eyes.

There must be something wrong with this private school!

Xiaolan and her chat records are obviously more than once. According to the frequency of chatting once a weekend, the other party has returned home at least a dozen times.

Jiang Wang shook his head gently at her.

Li Qinian pursed his lips and grabbed grandma's bark dry hand:

"Grandma, can we stay here tonight?"

"Of course, an old woman of mine is at home. Just stay in Xiaolan's room..."

Grandma is at home alone all year round. She is very happy to have a person at home.

In this way, Li Qinian and Jiang Wang lived in Xiaolan's room. After grandma put out the candle and went to bed, they sat by the bed and looked at each other.

"Go and have a look?"

The moon is dark and the wind is high. It's just suitable for doing things.

Jiang Wang: "yes."

………

According to the direction in memory, Li Qinian took Jiang Wang to the private school.

The private school is a typical Chinese ancient architecture. As soon as you enter the door, you will find the courtyard, and then you will find the backyard and teaching area.

At this time, the private school was dark and there was no lamp. In the wild mountains, such a house was lifeless. Instead, it looked like an unmanned haunted house in the film.

As a big man over the wall, Li Qinian decisively chose his old business.

They turned back and forth into the yard. Their figure was light, like two ghosts. There was no movement at all.

Li Qinian: "I've been in all four rooms. They are places for enrollment and office."

At this time, there was no light in the room.

Jiang Wang: "go back and have a look."

"OK."

They walked through the courtyard and came to one bungalow.

"The light is still on."

She pointed to a window in front to the left.

The light is very weak, like a firefly in the mountains.

"Go and have a look."

The house is only on the first floor, and the gate is locked by an iron lock, which can't be opened at all.

They had to come to the dim light window and see the indoor scene through the fuzzy white glass window.

At this look, Li Qinian's eyebrows tightened up.

This is obviously a student dormitory. There are many small beds in the room. About thirty students have slept, and the source of the dim light

She looked aside at the tall man.

The man holds a whip in his hand, and in front of him, there is a desk. A little boy of about seven or eight years old is holding a pen and crawling in front of the desk. His childish face is full of fear

"Write quickly! Why are you dawdling?"

The man completely ignored the other children sleeping in the house, roared fiercely, raised his hand and shook the whip in his hand, which happened to hit the little hand of the boy holding the pen!

"Pa!"

The huge noise made the little boy loose his hands, his eyelashes tremble, and the pencil rolled down and fell to the ground with a slap.

"Things that can't be accomplished but can be defeated."

The man slapped him directly.

"Cry, you know to cry in one day. What else can you do besides crying?"

"Money losing goods. Next time you write, ask your parents for more money. Do you hear..."

The little boy's cry, like his stimulant, ignited his anger.

The little boy's cry was mixed with the sound of whip waving. The air pressure around Li Qinian was frighteningly low, and his black eyes had no temperature.

She loosened her clenched fist and raised her leg to rush in, but Jiang grabbed her arm:

"Sweep the snake."

Li Qinian suddenly closed her eyes, breathed quickly, clenched her fist and loosened it. Finally, she clenched her teeth, took out her mobile phone and returned to the window.

"Damn it, there's no electricity..."

As soon as she turned on the camera, her mobile phone automatically turned off because of low power.

They couldn't find a place to charge all the way, and the power bank they brought was dead.

Jiang Wang took out his mobile phone and looked, "mine is dead."

I wanted to record a video as evidence, but it obviously doesn't work right now.

Li Qinian looked into the room again.

In early winter, the beaten little boy was only wearing thin cotton pajamas. The temperature in the mountains at night was already low. The boy's little hands were red and purple with cold, while the beating man was wearing a thick down jacket

Her eyes looked at the small beds in the house. On the small bed by the window, the quilt was rolled into a lump, and the people in the quilt wrapped themselves tightly and airtight.

With the sound of the whip every time, the people in the quilt will shake gently. The arc of shaking is very small. It seems that they are afraid of being found by men that they are not asleep

When the weak light turned off, Li Qinian stared at the curled figure, slowly tightened his hand holding the mobile phone, and his eyes gradually became deep and trance.

The small quilt of dark blue old cloth, the dim yellow candle light, the fierce curse of men and the sad cry of children, the endless night outside the window, burying all dirty sins

Her eyelashes trembled. An unknown sadness suddenly swept through her body. A constant sense of depression moved towards her limbs. She seemed to feel the sadness of the little boy at this time

"Amitabha."

"Dong Dong Dong"

She heard the regular and gentle sound of wooden fish again, harder and harder.

Someone was reading scriptures in her ear and quarrelling, but after a while, the noise of frolicking became a repressed cry.

The cry grew louder and louder, gradually overshadowing other sounds and becoming the only main melody.