This is the news from the information. In short, Zuo Yu's fate was really miserable.
Shen Mubai's mood was a little complicated for a while, but when he thought of Zuo Yu's current temper, he trembled a little.
After cleaning the inside and outside of the house, she lay down on the sofa exhausted and fell asleep.
Shen Mubai dreamed about the former Zuo Yu again.
This time it wasn't three years ago, because the other party looked only four or five years old.
Sitting on a stool in the room, he drew a family of three.
Shen Mubai could see his silent little face, no emotion could be seen in his pitch-black eyes, but he was drawing every stroke very seriously.
She stood behind Zuo Yu and just watched for a while.
The room was opened from the outside, and it was a strange woman.
The woman was quite pretty, but her hands, feet and face were covered with bruises, and her brows were gloomy. When she saw the painting in Zuo Yu's hand, tears fell down her face.
Zuo Yu who was on the stool came down, hugged the woman's thigh, and looked up at her.
The woman cried and said, "Xiao Yu, give me the painting."
Zuo Yu ran over and handed the painting to her.
"Tear it—"
The woman tore up the painting, crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
During the whole process, Zuo Yu looked up and quietly watched her tear up the painting.
It's just that Shen Mubai could clearly see that something slowly fell down from his eyes, silently.
The woman touched his head, cried and said, "Xiao Yu, daddy beat you again last night, didn't he?"
Zuo Yu nodded.
"Your dad didn't want to beat you on purpose, he was just angry that you broke the bowl." She wiped her tears with her hands, and forced a smile, "Dad will get better."
Zuo Yu looked at her, "It was accidentally broken."
His voice was a little immature, but he didn't have the innocence that belonged to other children.
Only then did Shen Mubai notice that there was a bruise on Zuo Yu's forehead, a big bruise.
She felt a wordless anger filling her chest, angry at that scumbag father, and also angry at the self-deception and weakness of the woman in front of her.
"Father didn't do it on purpose, he's just in a bad mood, that's why he's so fierce." The woman was silent for a moment.
Zuo Yu stared into her eyes, "But he also hit mom."
The woman hugged him, "Xiao Yu, Daddy is just in a bad mood, he will be fine soon. Then let's go to the amusement park together, shall we?"
Zuo Yu hesitated for a moment, hugged her and whispered, "Can I go?"
The woman nodded, "We will go next time, and we will go when Dad's work is not busy."
Zuo Yu nodded.
The scene changed, Zuo Fuzhong walked in drunk with a briefcase in hand, then opened the refrigerator and took a few more bottles of wine.
The woman in the kitchen came out, wiped her hands happily and said, "Husband is off work?"
Zuo Fuzhong ignored her.
The woman was a little embarrassed, and tried to change the subject, "Tomorrow is the weekend, you shouldn't have to go to work, right?"
Zuo Fuzhong drank a bottle of wine and said impatiently, "What are you talking about, I'm hungry, why don't you hurry up and cook."
The woman walked into the kitchen quickly, and said, "I cooked the noodles, and I'll bring them here for you."
Zuo Fuzhong lost his temper and kicked the table in front of him, "Who the hell wants noodles, cook some dishes for me!"
The woman was taken aback, some soup spilled from the bowl on the side and splashed onto her hands, and she frantically rinsed it under the cold water.
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