For more than three months, every time Ye Zhendong was released, he would be scared by Ye Zhenshan, who was guarding the door, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, so scared that he did not dare to leave the police station gate. In the end, he ended up being locked up again, and this was repeated.
Thinking of the possibility of infinite cycle of this matter, Ye Zhendong felt that he was almost crazy. He asked his family to find Ye Zhenshan, thinking that as long as he could enter Ye Zhenshan's house, he told the public that he had apologized and surrendered to seek Ye Zhenshan's forgiveness.
Even if Ye Zhenshan was unwilling to do so, he would not be able to block the door with a knife. Unexpectedly, the whole family stood outside the Ye Zhenshan courtyard gate for most of the day. Ye Zhenshan did not see them at all, let alone let them enter the courtyard gate.
Whenever Ye Zhendong stopped in the police station gate, he looked at Ye Zhenshan staring at him across the road, and was about to cry in despair, but he didn't dare to rush up to find Ye Zhenshan to fight desperately. He was angry, hated and helpless towards Ye Zhenshan.
The only reason why he was able to walk up the street was to discuss it with his family in advance. He asked his family to stay in front of Ye Zhenshan's courtyard in advance, and kept Ye Zhenshan from going out. He took the opportunity to sneak back home, but he didn't expect to be
Ye Xuanwu and Ye Qiaorui blocked the way, but finally bumped into Ye Zhenshan.
The back that was hit by the stick was so painful! It hurt so much that he really wanted to cry. He wanted to run to his parents' grave and cried happily. He couldn't live this life! On the other hand, he was glad he thought about it.
Fortunately, it was a stick not a knife, otherwise I would have really reunited with my parents.
The onlookers loosened with Ye Zhendong's figures of running away quickly. Ye Zhendong, Ye Qiaorui and Ye Xuanwu were still standing and not moving, all of them staring at the direction of Ye Zhendong's escape.
"Grandpa Fifth, did you let him go?" Ye Xuanwu asked unwillingly.
Ye Zhenshan's tone was faint and he seemed to be unrelated to his own affairs, and answered the question irrelevantly, "I don't care about him, he was looking for someone to keep him."
"Dad, what's wrong with your neck?" Ye Qiaorui asked anxiously, reaching out to touch the scars that Ye Zhenshan had faintly seen on his collar.
Ye Zhenshan patted his hand away, and he couldn't help but touch it. He took a breath in pain before putting down his hand. As if he had thought of something, a smile suddenly appeared on his serious face, "It's okay." As long as he didn't follow them.
What is this little injury of your own?
"He hurt his fifth aunt so much, so he let him go?" Ye Xuanwu asked unwillingly.
Ye Zhenshan raised his hand and thought something, and replied to Ye Xuanwu with no concern, "It's great to have him stay in the detention center for the New Year alone!" It was a big deal for his son to come back, not to mention that the future is long, and he doesn't care about the little things in front of him.
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Early the next morning, Ye Qiaorui went to meet a high-ranking person in the village as usual. He also showed his face in front of others and told everyone that he was back. At the same time, he also told everyone that he would come back to pick Ye Zhenshan and go to the provincial capital for the New Year together.
Ye Qiaorui only learned about the injury on Ye Zhenshan’s neck during other people’s discussions. It was Ye Zhen’s family who prevented Ye Zhendong from leaving the village. The four brothers, except Ye Qiaozhi, and the people in their family took turns to take turns.
Ye Zhenshan pressed the ground and beat him.
Ye Qiaorui was not angry after hearing this. He greeted the person who was talking casually and rushed home in a hurry. He pulled Ye Zhenshan, who was basking in the yard, into the room, and without saying a word, he started to strip Ye Zhenshan's clothes.
Ye Zhenshan was shocked by his actions. While resisting and covering his clothes, he scolded Ye Qiaorui, "What are you doing? What kind of thing? Stop! You're almost stripped naked for me? If you are not cold, I'm cold.
Ah! What kind of thing do? Why are you playing hooligan for your father? Are you against you?" He spoke loudly and fiercely, but he was obviously unable to do anything to protect himself from stopping Ye Qiaorui.