Chapter 643: I don't know how many times I cried

Seeing her leave, Qiao Jin closed his eyes again.
Looked at the high cold.
Meng Chengyu and Qiao Jin have been together. They are willing to explain when they know she is to others, but they have no patience with strangers.
She watched the girl walk away dejectedly, and blinked noncommittal.
After sitting for an hour, the subway arrived near where Yang Qiulu was.
It's just that the place where she lives is definitely impossible to pass the subway, and she still needs to take the car and turn a few turns before she can.
The taxi shuttled through the city, passing through several alleyways, and finally reached the building where Yang Qiulu was.
She lives in a very old building in Mingnan City. The community environment is mixed and there are no security kiosks. This shows that it has a long history.
Most of the people who live here are migrants, doing some complicated work in this city.
There are such people in every city.
Yang Qiulu is one of them.
She squatted in her rented room. Since her parents came here a few days ago to make a fuss, she was photographed because she was struggling for a fight when she was beaten. Now everyone on the Internet is scolding her and saying she is not filial , Said that she would go to if she didn't respect her parents, and she deserved to die.
She actually wanted to die a long time ago, but everyone has a cowardly temper. When she wants to die, she can't do anything.
Others say that it is because I still don't want to die.
She thought it was right.
She still didn't want to die, but she didn't know why she was so tired.
She squatted in the small rental house, hugged her knees and squatted in the corner of the wall, staring blankly at the ground.
She is very hungry now, but dare not open the door.
She could even hear the voice of someone outside asking: "Does that Yang Qiulu live here? It's the unfilial girl who beat her parents on the Internet..."
"You know what a shit, you guys!"
Sister Ling's voice came next door to help her: "After reading some news, I feel like I am going to fly into the sky, right? You are still students, so you don't know how good or bad, do you know the truth? Come here to find her? Her shameless old parents can let you help?"
When the speaker heard this voice, his momentum suddenly became weak: "...I...we just watched the news."
"Then why don't you guys know how miserable Yang Qiulu is? You are beaten by your parents every day and you are forced to ask for money. Those of you who are conscientious come to find things after watching the news. What do you want to do? Is it a messenger of justice?"
"Yes... I'm sorry, we don't know..."
They were quickly scared away.
Yang Qiulu just blinked her eyes physiologically, and she didn't know if she would stay here until she died.
She dared not open the door, nor did she want to open it.
The thought of not daring to die in the past has now faded away.
It has been normal these few days, and her information was picked up by netizens, and people kept coming to look for her. If it weren't for sister Ling next door, she even suspected that she would be dragged out and beaten.
Obviously she did nothing wrong. The slap on the face really hurts, and her father's fist was really heavy. She just subconsciously resisted, why can't she resist?
Why can you scold her like that?
Her yellow cheeks were so thin that she finally shed tears.
In the past few days, she didn't know how many times she had cried.