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Chapter 1 Wanjia's Fuel Bottle
Huaishui Village in summer, the weather is moody.
The sun was shining brightly during the day, but now it was drizzling, and the thick clouds seemed to fall down.
Shen Lingxi was fascinated by the photo of the old man in the mourning hall. The white light of the bulb above his head fell on his body, like the moonlight, and his temperament was pure.
Those are a pair of extremely beautiful eyes. The bottom of her eyes is clear and clean, as clear as the Tianchi water at noon, with shimmering waves, but the pupils are darker, and the clarity is a little more ethereal.
It's just that expressionless face, with a bit of suspicion in his eyes, looking at the person in the photo of the mourning hall, and falling into contemplation.
When she woke up from a dream, someone told her that today was the last day before the old man's burial, and he needed a wake-up call.
Before she could realize what was going on, she was already pulled to the mourning hall.
Obviously the closest person in her memory, his death should make her sad, but she didn't feel it at all.
Why does it feel so strange and divided.
"You're obviously not sad at all, but you're still pretending to be filial and hypocritical."
Wan Lingling smashed the sunflower seeds and looked at the girl in front of the mourning hall with contempt.
Shen Lingxi turned back and glanced at her: "...stupid."
Hearing this, Wan Lingling got angry.
The timid and cowardly coward actually dared to scold her, which is really against the sky.
walked in the direction of Shen Lingxi, threw the melon seeds in his hand into the brazier, and kicked the brazier in front of him: "What did you just say, say it again!"
Wan Lingling's attitude was arrogant, and she even kicked the brazier on Shen Lingxi's body on purpose.
Yesterday, Shen Lingxi hid her like a mouse when she saw her. Today, when she saw her, not only was she not afraid, she even dared to scold her, which made Wan Lingling feel like a little devil dared to do something on the king of hell.
Shen Lingxi hooked her lips and smiled: "Are you being cheap? You are rushing to scold you."
Wan Lingling's eyes were flushed with anger, and she stepped forward to beat her: "Little bitch, it's against you."
"My auntie, what are you doing, you are all a family, stop fighting!"
The uncle Wan Daqiang, who came to help, was a dubious person. He hid aside and played tricks, but he didn't dare to step forward to pull the frame.
"Who is her family." Wan Lingling was very disgusted, "I don't want to kill you!"
It sounds ugly, but it tells the truth.
Shen Lingxi is Wan Lingling's grandfather Wan Jiabao, watching the poor child he picked up by the side of the road.
When was picked up, Shen Lingxi had a high fever and almost couldn't survive. The Wan family felt that bringing her back was no different from picking up a corpse.
The son of the old man, Wan Dapeng, is a well-known lazy man in the village, who knows nothing but gambling.
Seeing Shen Lingxi recovering from her illness, she hit her with the idea and sold her to a trafficker for 2,000 yuan for money.
The young Shen Lingxi fled after being beaten and accidentally rolled down the mountain while being chased, almost leaving her disabled, but Wan Dapeng and his wife did not feel any guilt, but felt that she had ruined their business.
Because of this, the old man separated from his son angrily, and took the young Shen Lingxi to live alone in the old house that looked like a dilapidated house. In the past ten years, Wan Dapeng not only did not pay a penny for alimony, but also paid I came to the old man to ask for money, and the trouble was quite ugly.
In order to make a living, Shen Lingxi dropped out of school early to go to work in the county town, but did not expect to see the old man again in the mourning hall.
Now that the old man is gone, they naturally wouldn't want her to stay in Wan's house, so they thought of calling someone back, extorting a sum of money and then driving them out of Wan's house completely.
In the sky, the flashing lightning from time to time seemed to add to their fight.
"Good guy, why does this girl suddenly dare to fight that little bully?"
"Go to the village chief quickly, otherwise, the mourning hall of Mr. Wan will be smashed by them."
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