He really didn't want to look at this madman. Every time he was looked at by one of her exposed eyes, he would have nightmares for several days when he went back.
"Let's play inside for a while. My aunt and I will chat for a while and then leave." Jiang Bingqiu said with a majestic voice.
Although Ping Ping disliked her in every way, he was afraid of Jiang Bingqiu's mother. She punished him as if she was not his son, and beat him until he couldn't get out of bed for ten and a half months.
There are also grandfather and great-grandfather. They are both very dignified. They use various severe methods to train him and say that they want him to become an extremely strong man. He is too scared.
The three of them walked to the secret room. Jiang Bingqiu sat at the desk. When he saw the half-painted painting, he frowned in displeasure: "There is only one more house than the last time I painted this painting. What are you doing? Are you fooling me?"
There's still one week left before Mr. Zhao's golden wedding. If you can't draw, you won't be able to see Lele next month."
"I couldn't see them, and my mind was so disturbed that I really couldn't draw. Now that I see Pingping, I'm suddenly inspired. I can draw now!" Jiang Yongzhu said and looked at the little boy: "Pingping, you can help me.
Grinding?”
Pingping wanted to refuse, but when he saw Jiang Bingqiu's eyes, he replied crisply: "Okay."
Although he is only seven years old, he can already write very beautifully with a brush, and his grinding posture is very skillful and professional.
Jiang Yongzhu looked at the grinding with fond eyes. When the ink was ground out, he picked up the brush and started drawing.
When Jiang Yongzhu was painting, he seemed to be a different person, very serious, and his body seemed to be shining, making people want to take a second look involuntarily.
Pingping has loved painting since he was a child. Although he likes to watch Jiang Yongzhu paint, he is also very afraid of this weirdo Jiang Yongzhu.
It’s just that sometimes love overcomes fear. As the plants and trees appear smoothly on the rice paper in front of Jiang Yongzhu, the fear in Pingping’s heart disappears, and he will ask Jiang Yongzhu why her paintings are so beautiful?
Half an hour later, a painting was completed. When Jiang Yongzhu put the brush into the brush cup, he 'accidentally' knocked off the porcelain brush cup.
"Can Pingping help my aunt pick up the pieces together?" Jiang Yongzhu asked gently.
"Okay." Pingping replied without thinking.
Jiang Bingqiu watched the two men bending to pick up the porcelain pieces on the ground. She didn't think much about it, but admired the painting on the table that was still wet with ink.
Although she wants to call Jiang Yongzhu aunt, in Jiang Bingqiu's eyes, Jiang Yongzhu is a useless person who cannot be seen in the light.
If it weren't for her superb painting skills, one painting would be sold for hundreds of millions by the outside world, and she would be a cash cow. Her paintings could attract the hearts of those noble and powerful people.
She had made Jiang Yongzhu disappear long ago.
"Ah..." Pingping, who was picking up the pieces, was cut on his hand by the sharp porcelain, and he cried out in pain.
"I'm sorry, it's all my aunt's fault. I shouldn't have asked you to help me pick up the pieces." Jiang Yongzhu held her wound with his flat hand and wiped the blood with his own clothes, trying to stop her bleeding.
Ping Ping, who wasn't afraid of Jiang Yongzhu at first, had a cut on his hand and was filled with hatred for Jiang Yongzhu, so he pushed Jiang Yongzhu away with all his strength.
Jiang Yongzhu was pushed down onto the broken porcelain pieces, and his face wrinkled up in pain.
Seeing Jiang Yongzhu falling into the pile of broken porcelain pieces like a leaf, a sneer of disgust appeared in Jiang Bingqiu's eyes.
Even though she is so crazy, she still misses her child. As long as she threatens her and asks her to do anything, she doesn’t dare to resist. What a pitiful parent in the world!
It's her, she won't be so stupid because a child has been manipulated for so many years.
Relatives and children are just floating clouds. Only by holding power can we bring an absolute sense of security.
"It's all your fault. It was you who caused me to get hurt. You are a nemesis that is neither human nor ghost. Mom, let's go. I don't want to stay in this ghost place!"
Seeing Pingping's disgust for Jiang Yongzhu, Jiang Bingqiu was very satisfied: "It's true that you finally met Pingping and injured Pingping's hand. To prevent you from accidentally hurting Pingping next time, in the past two months,
You don’t want to see Ping Ping anymore.”
Jiang Yongzhu quickly hugged Jiang Bingqiu's legs with his hands full of blood, and said in a begging voice: "Please, don't do this to me. You promised me to let me see them once a month. I want to see them next month."
This person is Lele, you must bring Lele to see me, otherwise I won’t paint for you.”
Lele is her little daughter, and Pingping and Lele take turns letting her see her once a month.
This time it is mediocre, next month it will be Lele.
She wants to see her daughter more than her son.
Because although her daughter is afraid of her, she still smiles at her.
My daughter's smile is the motivation that supports her to live.
Seeing Jiang Yongzhu's white clothes stained with blood and hugging her legs with blood-covered hands, Jiang Bingqiu felt sick in her heart. She hated the color of blood very much.
Jiang Bingqiu raised her foot and kicked Jiang Yongzhu hard on the shoulder with her pointed high heels.
Jiang Yongzhu was kicked to the ground by her and could not get up. His body was shaking with pain.
Seeing Jiang Yongzhu lying on the broken porcelain pieces like garbage, Jiang Bingqiu's eyes showed bloodthirsty pleasure. He took off the bracelet on his wrist and pressed a bead on the bracelet, and the bracelet suddenly turned into a slender chain.
It was made of special material. The beads at the top of the chain seemed very small, but they were extremely painful when they hit the body.
"Whether I let you see it or not depends on my mood. If you threaten me, you know very well who is suffering. If you want them to suffer, you don't have to draw it." Jiang Bingqiu said in a terrifying voice, repeating it again and again.
Beat Jiang Yongzhu.
"Ah...ah..."
Jiang Yongzhu's tragic screams rang out in the quiet secret room.
"Xiaoqiu, I was wrong. I don't dare to do it anymore. Don't hit me. Please don't hit me!"
"Xiaoqiu, I draw, I will draw whatever you want me to draw, please don't hit me!"
However, Jiang Bingqiu did not stop because of Jiang Yongzhu's begging, and the bloodthirsty smile on his face became even thicker.
Qiao Ran, who was lying in the dark room, saw Jiang Bingqiu's crazy and angry smiling face through a small gap, and wanted to rush out to save Jiang Yongzhu immediately.
But she can't. This is definitely not the first time Jiang Yongzhu has been bullied.
In order to wipe out the entire Jiang family and prevent them from counterattack, she could only endure it and record Jiang Bingqiu's crazy and terrifying side with a mini video recorder.
When Ping Ping saw this scene, his little hands clenched into fists, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fear.
After hitting it for more than a dozen times, Jiang Bingqiu put it away, and the thin chain, which was more than one meter long, quickly retracted and turned into an exquisite bracelet.
Jiang Bingqiu put the bracelet on her hand and looked at Jiang Yongzhu lying on the ground like mud, with a bloodthirsty satisfied sneer on his lips.
The biggest advantage of turning this bracelet into a weapon is that it can beat the opponent to death even though it leaves no injuries on the opponent's body.
After half an hour, all traces on the beaten person's body will disappear, and even a forensic autopsy cannot find out the cause.
"Auntie, I told you that as long as you were obedient, you would suffer less. But you didn't listen every time. You just wanted to talk back to me. In the end, you suffered and finished painting. Why do you think you should do it?
Be honest and stop crying and howling in the middle of the night, otherwise, I will reward you with a pack of medicine so that you will never cry again!"
After Jiang Bingqiu finished speaking, he took the painting and left. Pingping, who was following Jiang Yongzhu, looked at Jiang Yongzhu who was lying on the ground with a complicated look when he turned the corner and left.
After a while, Qiao Ran came out of the secret room under the table and saw Jiang Yongzhu covered in blood on the ground, his eyes filled with heartache.
"Does she always bully you like this every time she comes here?" Qiao Ran bent over and helped Jiang Yongzhu up from the broken porcelain pieces. He felt distressed and carefully handled the porcelain pieces on her arm that were pierced into her skin.
"Fortunately, this time I pretended to touch the organ, stabbed myself, and deliberately fell on the porcelain piece, so she didn't hit her for long. The thin thing hit her body, but the pain was worse than death."