The little girl who prayed to Buddha

Chapter 141 Tragic Childhood
He Jinglian kicked the two men over one by one, "Hey, are you okay?"

Zhuang Yan stared blankly at the two people lying on the ground and nodded silently.

"Thank you."

The streets at night are brightly lit by street lights.

Two boys in school uniforms walked side by side on the road, and He Jinglian listened to his story quietly.

"My father and mother divorced a long time ago. I originally lived with my mother, but was later taken away by my father."

"When I was little, he was drinking all the time, and it got worse until I grew up and found out he was gambling again."

"Sometimes I'd win a little, but more often I'd lose. Sometimes when I couldn't pay back the money, debt collectors would come to my house and smash my things."

Zhuang Yan smiled bitterly.

At that time, he was so scared that he hid in the corner and didn't dare to make a sound. He watched the group of people smashing things and beating him, but he didn't feel any emotion at all.

Maybe she has thought that if he were not there, she would live a normal life with her mother.

"and after?"

"later……"

He was ten years old at that time, and he went gambling again. When he lost, he came back to drink.

I had gotten used to it and just ignored him while doing my homework.

The drunk man shook the bottle and said, "Go buy me some wine, you little bastard!"

Little Zhuang Yan was startled, but he still obediently put down his pen and took some change to a nearby store.

The boss was a middle-aged woman. When she saw him wanting to buy some wine, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Xiao Zhuangyan, your dad wants to drink again?"

Everyone around here knows about his family's affairs and feels sorry for the child.

But every family has its own problems, and they can only help out occasionally.

Zhuang Yan nodded without saying anything, then left with the bottle of wine.

The boss shook his head and sighed, "It's really hard for him to have such a father who doesn't work!" After returning home, he saw his drunk father flying towards him with the sole of his shoe, hitting him directly on the forehead, which immediately became red and swollen.

"You little bastard, you're taking so long to buy some wine. Hurry up and bring it to me!"

Zhuang Yan endured the pain and handed the wine over with trembling hands, then went back to continue doing his homework.

I don’t know how long it was before I heard someone kicking the door, and then a few debt collectors came in.

The man was held and threatened by two debt collectors.

"When the hell are you going to pay me back? Today is the deadline!"

The man's legs were shaking with fear, and no matter how he begged, it was useless.

One hand was pressed down on the table, and the debt collector took out a dagger with a cold gleam and gently brushed it against his hand.

The cold touch scared him so much that he wet his pants.

"I really don't have any money. Can you please give me a few more days?"

Little Zhuang Yan saw with his own eyes that his father had no dignity and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, just to save his fingers.

At that moment, he was completely disappointed with his father.

But the debt collector did not agree to extend the deadline, and only spoke reluctantly when he saw Zhuang Yan.

"Actually, there is a way to pay off the debt..."

"What's the solution?" The man looked up excitedly. "As long as I can do it, I agree to anything!"

The debt collector pointed at Zhuang Yan and said, "Use him to pay off the debt! Give him to me and we'll be even."

When Zhuang Yan saw his hesitant look, his face turned pale with fright.

Although it is not easy for me to live in this family, it is much better than being sold.

He prayed in his heart that she would not agree, but he gritted his teeth and actually said a word.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)