Chapter 342

The little turkey sent Yang Xuan all the way to the gate of the village in the city.

She was well dressed, wearing a pure and beautiful skirt, in sharp contrast to the dilapidated buildings behind her.

Yang Xuan opened the door and just got ready to get on the bus. After thinking about it, he turned his head and sighed at the little turkey, "get on the bus and find a place to sit for a while."

They came to a tavern.

"Can you drink?"

Yang Xuan asked.

The little turkey said with a smile, "to be a junior, of course, you have to be able to drink."

I don't know why, when Yang Xuan heard this, he felt a little sour in his heart.

They ordered a dozen beers.

"Tell me, I want to hear your story."

Yang Xuan poured a glass of beer for the little turkey.

The little turkey smiled. "When you finish my story, you have to promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"Protect me from being bullied by others!"

"Well... You say it."

The little turkey told her story.

Instead of suffering in the dog blood plot, she had a particularly happy family. Her parents had a stable job and regarded her as the apple of their eye.

It can be said that her childhood is colorful, and her daily life is like a princess in a fairy tale.

But all this, when she was twelve years old, became the past.

One day, a group of people in uniform suddenly broke into her house and tortured her father.

Later, she knew how she got the superior conditions in her family.

Because the amount involved was too large and had a great social impact, and it was against the wind, her father was shot six months later.

On the same day, her unhappy mother jumped down from a building.

Those uncles and aunts who once held her father and walked around her father changed their faces in an instant.

Regard her as the God of plague and avoid it.

Misfortunes never come singly. After her parents had an accident, her grandfather, also the only relative, suddenly fell ill.

She needed an expensive treatment. She went door to door and begged her relatives, uncles and aunts who used to hold her father.

What is available is either indifference or abuse.

A "kind" uncle, who once relied on his father, is now a little successful. He nodded and promised to help her.

But the condition is that she must stay at the uncle's house that night, to be exact, in the uncle's bedroom.

She will never forget that night. No matter how she struggled, screamed and begged for mercy, it didn't help.

The next day, the uncle kicked her out of the door and threw five bills to her.

She walked alone in the street, with messy clothes and blood stains. No one came up to help her.

Someone recognized her identity, spit on her, threw stones at her, and said she was a bastard of so and so. The upper beam was not straight, and the lower beam was crooked.

That day, she learned to be strong because her grandfather was still lying in the hospital.

She used her only dignity and value in exchange for some money to save her grandfather's life.

But it left sequelae. Grandpa was blind and muscular atrophy. He could only stay in bed for a long time.

She began to go out to work to earn money, barely maintained their lives, and moved to the dirty and smelly city village with the cheapest rent.

She is not willing to live like this in her life. She knows very well that she must not give up her studies.

By doing odd jobs, she can't support her studies, Grandpa's living expenses and treatment expenses at the same time.

All she can rely on is her face and the body that has completely given up her dignity and soul.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you before."

After hearing this, Yang Xuan picked up a glass of beer and drank it all at once, with mixed feelings in his heart.

At the same time, she can also understand that the little turkey, a weak woman, has encountered such changes, and the world has not given her a second choice at all.

The so-called moral bottom line is worthless in the face of survival.

"This card has two million."

Yang Xuan took out a bank card and put it on the table. "Take it to treat your grandfather. Study at ease in the future. If it's not enough, tell me again."

"I don't want your money."

The little turkey accidentally pushed the bank card back.

Yang Xuan wondered, "what do you want me to do?"

"I have said, I want you to protect me!"

A touch of sadness flashed in the little turkey's eyes. "I'm not a material person. I've saved enough money to maintain my studies and the treatment expenses of my grandfather for the past two years."

"I just hope you can protect me, let me study at ease, and don't be bullied by others."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan asked, "is there anything else?"

The little turkey's face was full of unspeakable sadness, "in fact, if it was just for money, I had saved enough two years ago."

"At that time, I was very naive. What I thought was that with this money, I could completely change the previous situation and live with my grandfather."

"But later, I found that fate did not intend to let me go so easily. There were many people who knew my life experience. They still bullied me and occupied me in various ways."

"I have no other choice but to obey and compromise again and again. Everyone thinks I am good with the teaching director for the sake of interests."

"In fact, I hate him, but I have no other choice. If I don't obey him, he will make trouble for me, even find an excuse to fire me, and threaten me to poke my business out."

"I've had enough of such days. I just want to live a down-to-earth life, but why do so many people bully me!"

The little turkey's tears swirled in his eyes.

Yang Xuan sighed, "I'm just a taxi driver. Why do you think I can protect you?"

The little turkey wiped his tears with a paper towel and looked up, "I was outside the door that day. I heard the conversation between you and the teaching director."

"I know the teaching director very well. His background is not simple, but you can easily make him give in, which shows that you are definitely not just a taxi driver."

"But I won't guess what your real identity is, let alone ask. I always feel that you are different from others. It's better to... Than to be bullied by so many people."

"It's better to be bullied by me alone. At least I don't look so annoying."

Yang Xuan smiled and helped the little turkey to say what she didn't say.

"Now make a list for me and write down the names and addresses of those who bully you."

Yang Xuan asked the waiter to find paper and pen and said with a smile, "you are a thoughtful girl. With your mind, you should have collected these materials long ago."

Although the contact time was not long, Yang Xuan could see that the little turkey had an unusual mind.

But this kind of unusual, but deeply sad, is this cruel society, so that this weak little girl has to be smart.

The little turkey was very skilled, wrote a full page of paper, bit his lips and said, "these are people who have bullied me or are bullying me!"