It is obvious that everything is shallow and beautiful, but in the past few days, things at home have disrupted all the beauty and peace.

In recent days, Song Daquan's tobacco shop needs to be installed, and it has been closed for more than ten days, so people are not allowed to live in it. So these days, Song Daquan returned home.

But it happened that way, my mother Jin Guilan lost money when playing cards outside and owed a lot of gambling debts, so she went home and did not play cards with those rich wives again.

The couple returned home, and the family must be in peace. The relationship between the couple was in a bad mood, and they would quarrel when they met, and would smash things from time to time to vent their anger, which was really unbearable.

Even if Song Qinglian wants to hide, she can't hide. Even if she can go out to sell sachets during the day, she still has to face her parents when she goes home at night. Sometimes they will vent her anger, and she can only bear it all.

Even if they feel uncomfortable, they have to endure it. No matter how they are, they are, they are, and they are not qualified to contradict themselves.

Although I usually look forward to my parents going home often and adding some piss to this deserted house, but now that they are like this, they are in a quarrel that is overturned when they come back. It is better not to go back. Although I am lonely, I am peaceful after all.

This day was when Song Qinglian and Ming Jingxuan made an appointment to go to Minghuitang to cultivate roses together. After washing and dressing up early in the morning, they originally planned to go to Minghuitang immediately, but helplessly, they heard the quarrels between their parents again.

Although Song Qinglian was in the room, Song Daquan and Jin Guilan were in the hall, separated by a wall, the quarrel was still deafening.

It was only heard that Song Daquan threw a porcelain bowl heavily to the ground, making a "bang" sound, which was deafening, and he roared again: "You bitch are so shameless. You use my money to gamble and sell clothes. Your family is almost defeated by you!"

Jin Guilan was not willing to let go and shouted at Song Daquan with a sharp voice: "You still have the face to say to me, look at your own virtue, open a tobacco shop, and have been drunk and dreaming day by day with those old smokers. How much money do you think you can make, and you even say I'm a spendthrift."

"I, Jin Guilan, married you, this coward, for eight lifetimes. I have no money and no ability to do it!"

"Don't be shameless!" Song Daquan was furious and shouted sternly: "You rely on me to support me and use my money to make a fortune. The savings I saved were also lost by you. Now I owe a lot of debts. If someone asks for debts, we can't pay them back. It's all your fault."

"That's because you are not promising!" Jin Guilan also responded to tit: "The debt is not only what I owe, but also what you are. You are unable to make money to owe debts. At this time, I think of me."

"I haven't lived a good day with you, and I'm still angry at the expense of debt. Why was I so unhappy at the beginning? I've married you such a bullshit!"

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The quarrels outside the house became louder and louder, which made Song Qinglian in the house feel upset.

Although it has become a habit, it is obvious that her parents feel uncomfortable in such a relationship. But there is no way to feel uncomfortable. Her parents’ marriage was not something they want, and all this is ultimately unchangeable.

In the past, when they saw them quarrel, they would go up to persuade them, but every time they persuaded them, the result would be counterproductive. Not only would they not listen to their advice, but they would quarrel even more fiercely, and even vent their anger on themselves and beat and scold them together.

Instead of adding fuel to the fire, it is better to ignore anything and let them solve it themselves. When they get tired of the quarrel, they will naturally stop.

This time I originally planned to go out, but seeing that my parents were arguing so fiercely, I could only wait and leave. If I wanted to leave the yard, I would have to pass through the hall. If my parents saw me slipping away while they were quarreling, they would have to get angry with me again.

But as the time agreed with Ming Jingxuan was about to pass, her parents quarreled harder and there was no tendency to stop. If she wanted to wait like this, she would be late. It has always been her disliked to be late for failure to make an appointment.

Seeing the passage of time little by little, she was anxious and wasted her life like this, and it was not a solution after all.

In this way, she could only sneak away quietly when they were not paying attention. So she carried a small cross-body bag, gently opened the door, and walked out the door with fear.

"The family is almost too poor to lose money. You still use the money I earn to bet. At this point, you are all responsible for it. If you can't pay back the debt, I will sell you to pay off the debt."

"Oh, you ruthless Song Daquan, I have been married to you for more than 20 years and have not lived a good life. You actually want to sell me to pay off your debt. Let me tell you, I'm not what you used to pinch as a soft persimmon!"

The quarrels in the hall were still deafening, and Song Qinglian could only cover her ears, waist, and carefully paced along the wall. She hoped that her parents could ignore her appearance and let her leave the yard smoothly.

"Stop, where to run!"

A sudden roar scared her that almost trembled. She was cautious, but she was eventually discovered.

Turning his head, Song Daquan glared at her and said violently: "You damn girl, what are you going to do?"

Naturally, she couldn't tell Song Daquan that she was going to see Ming Jingxuan, so she could only whisper: "I'll go sell sachets."

Song Daquan was already angry, and then he threw all his anger on Song Qinglian and cursed at her: "You ignorant girl, your family is almost emptied by the debt. You are still thinking about selling sachets. How much is it worth for you to sell that broken thing!"

"If something happened at home, you never mind. You still want to run out, just wondering if you are free, are you? You are a heartless little thing!"

Seeing Song Qinglian, Jin Guilan's anger was all heard at Song Qinglian's pump: "Isn't the family so poor that they are so poor that they are just to support you, a money-losing guy. If it weren't for your family to be so poor, I would have known that I wouldn't have given birth to you!"

Song Daquan, Jin Guilan's curse alone did not leave any room for Song Qinglian. She couldn't even say a word of rebuttal, and could only let her parents vent their anger at her, tears rolling in her eyes.

Maybe they say that if they vent their anger on their bodies, they will quell it, and this will not be astonishing as the quarrel. These unreasonable scoldings have become habits, and what can they count as well.

Chapter completed!