Mobile reading An Qing yelled and ran out, but after just a few steps, the old woman grabbed her hair and pulled her back forcefully: "You still dare to run, I'll give it to you if you can."
She said, no matter whether it was head or feet. , he grabbed An Qing and beat him up.
At this time, Anqing struggled hard, but she was no bigger than a child.
It was difficult to open even one of the old woman's hands, let alone one.
The beating hurt so much that tears were in her eyes.
She kept spinning, and she wanted to cry, but subconsciously, she felt that she shouldn't cry.
An Qing vaguely knew that she should be an adult, a mature person, but she couldn't remember the experiences that made her an adult, and she didn't even have the strength to resist the old woman in front of her.
"Little bastard, let's see if you dare to fuck with me again."
After beating her for a while, the old woman gasped and finally let go, looking very relieved and proud.
An Qing touched the bruises on his body, silently supporting his painful body and walking aside.
Unexpectedly, the old woman was a dramatist.
Seeing her get up and move, she actually took out a pile of children's clothes. , threw it on An Qing and yelled: "Go away and wash all these clothes."
The clothes that looked like a mountain were thrown all over the floor by the old woman.
An Qing had emotions in her heart, but she couldn't express them.
She could only bite her lips to bear the anger in her heart, lowered her head and endured the pain, and put those clothes away one by one. pick them up "Go to the public faucet to wash.
If you can't finish washing, don't come back."
The old woman held the infant baby in her arms, watched An Qing pick up the clothes, pointed to a basin nearby, and yelled again.
An Qing suppressed all the emotions in her eyes, filled the basin with clothes, dragged her injured body, and walked out step by step, but she didn't want to leave here.
It was hard for her to be pure.
Next to the public faucet that the old woman mentioned, several women were there.
When they saw An Qing dragging a pile of clothes, they stopped what they were doing and looked at her.
They smiled and said, "Did you see that?
The poor little Luo family was summoned by her vicious grandma again."
An Qing was very depressed.
She always felt a little uneasy in her heart.
She even felt that she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember anything.
She could only endure the current situation for now, but she couldn't bear it.
Just because she is wearing it doesn't mean that she likes to hear these women gossiping about her.
"What's the matter?
Why can't this poor little guy say anything today?"
The women looked at An Qing and remained silent, and they refused to let her go easily.
They all looked at her with their eyes.
"Poor little pity, look at you like this.
You were beaten by your grandma again today.
Tell me, tell me, why did she beat you today?"
One of the women looked at An Qing's limping way of walking, and then looked at it.
She asked curiously about the obvious scars on her body.
"You still have to ask, when did her grandma find any reason for beating her?
She can hit her whenever she wants.
Anyway, her parents don't care about her because she is a girl."
Another woman rubbed her clothes and squinted her eyes.
Said firmly.
"Little girl, you are here to do laundry this time.
Come here and I will give you a place."
After a while of gossiping, the women finally got bored and waved to An Qing over.
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"Tell me, how old are you?
What a crime."
The woman next to An Qing looked at the bruises on her hands and sighed.
An Qing didn't know how to answer, so she just lowered her head a little more.
After all, she didn't know much about this place, and she didn't even know how to say it, or what to say.
She was afraid that she would make too many mistakes.
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