The sweet little fulang

Chapter 3

  Anjia Village was not far from the river, and a red figure on the bank jumped into the turbulent river without hesitation.

The river water covered his nose and mouth, and Lu Gu didn't even have the idea of ​​struggling. He was torn by the swirling river water filling his head.

His eyes were blurred, and the wedding dress was a bit more cumbersome and heavier than the summer clothes he often wore. After sinking into the water, the fabric became heavy when it absorbed the water, making his light and helpless soul return to its place, hanging in the air, not knowing where to go. His heart gradually sank.

If you died, you didn't need to be beaten anymore.

He thought calmly, his body floated down the river, he gradually stopped thinking about things, but in the end, he had a pity idea, unfortunately he died without even a thin coffin, his stepmother wouldn't pay to give him a coffin.

——The people in the yard were still fighting, and Bao Zhiru was so angry that he yelled at them: "Stop, stop me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone shouted that Lu Gu jumped into the river, and Bao Zhiru quickly said: "Don't hurry to save people."

Life was at stake, and the fighters stopped. Du Hehua got up from the ground and spat blood at Wei Lanxiang's feet. Half of her cheeks were swollen, and her mouth was still full of blood. Cursing vaguely, she was covered in dirt, but no one else was much better in the chaos.

Before Wei Lanxiang could let out her anger, she was slapped again, and she kicked her with her foot. Unfortunately, Du Hehua avoided it.

Bao Zhiru was about to go out with the people when he looked back and shouted, "you will get beaten and scolded!"

Du Hehua originally wanted to spit again, but she had to swallow it when she heard the words.

Listening to a group of people outside running towards the river, because it was Shuang'er who fell into the water, the men from Qingxi Village didn't go over to join in the fun.

It stand to reason that Du Hehua would have to go to see if others didn't go, but she didn't, instead she sat aside with her messy hair tucked up.

Lu Daxiang didn't even go, he covered his waist and rib , hissed and inhaled, feeling that the pain was unbearable everywhere. He grinned and glanced at Shen Xuanqing, it was not that he didn't know, that this son of a bitch had the most black hand, and even picked him up to beat him. He was swearing in his heart, but he didn't dare to swear out loud.

There was always some firewood piled up in the yard of the farmer's house. Ji Qiuyue helped Wei Lanxiang and two other aunts to sit on the pile of firewood to rest and tidy up.

Shen Yan, who was guarded by them after the fight, was obviously frightened. The wooden stick in her hand fell to the ground with a bang. During the melee, she kept crying and calling her mother, and she even took the opportunity to beat Du Hehua a few times.

But now, Shen Yan's wide-open apricot eyes were obviously a bit fearful. She was the youngest in the family, and she was usually well-behaved. Even Ji Qiuyue pinched her round face to tease her when she had nothing to do. It could be said that she was favored. Never seen such a battle at all.

Ji Qiuyue was a little frightened when she saw that her sister-in-law had regained her senses, so she patted Shen Yan's arm to comfort her, her mouth kept going, she looked at Du Hehua and said sarcastically, "People say that Lu Wen is well-bred, but Lu Gu is not. The strange way is, it's not a mother, and the stepmother didn't anxious after he jumped into the river. It turned out that the good things in the weekdays were all pretending, but behind the scenes was a black heart."