Squeamish Bag In The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 88

    As she said, Jiang Suisui lowered her head and took the girl to check her arm. Except for the few strokes her mother pinched last time, she didn't get any new injuries.

    It is estimated that her family has not yet realized that Jiang Suisui fooled them.

    Jiang Suisui breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the girl's wrist.

    The girl looked up at her with light in her eyes. Her eyes are very pure, and she looks very delicate, even when she walks, she always likes to hunch her shoulders, her head is always low, and she always looks like a bag of air. People can see this appearance, and they always feel that they can't blame themselves if they bully her.

    Jiang Suisui waited for the little girl's reply, but waited for a few gestures from the girl. The gesture was very simple, Jiang Suisui understood it all at once. In fact, it doesn't matter if Jiang Suisui can't understand it. She just gestures when she doesn't speak. Doesn't it mean that she can't speak?

    Jiang Suisui didn't expect that there would be such a thing, and his sympathy for the girl became deeper in an instant.

    She sighed and guessed that the  girl should be able to understand her mouth. She had called the little girl before, and it wasn't that the girl ignored her, or she was too engrossed in her thought, but she couldn't hear it.

    I don't know if she can't speak because her ears can't hear or something else. If it's just because her ears can't speak, it's easy to deal with. There is already a cochlea in this era, as long as she can wear the cochlea, she can hear the sound.

    "You gave me the yam at my door? You came here to thank me, right? I accepted your stuff. My name is Jiang Suisui, how about you? what is your name? Will you write your own name?" Jiang Sui Sui slowed down when speaking with the little girl in order for her to understand her words.

    After listening, the girl nodded, then picked up a branch from the side, squatting down on the ground and writing a few words stroke by stroke—Zhao Chunxing.

    She had never read a book, and these words were also sometimes seen by the teacher inside when she hid outside the classroom to listen to her brother Zhao Huzi. The teacher is a good person, knowing that she also wants to read, and sometimes tacitly agrees that she is listening to the class next to her, and later taught her to write her own name.

    It's just that her writing is crooked and not pretty. But every stroke and every drawing she writes is extremely serious.

    He looked up at Jiang Suisui.

    "Zhao Chunxing?" Jiang Suisui felt that the name was familiar, as if he had heard of it somewhere. She frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered the night when her dad's apprentice stayed at their house. Apprentice Han told his dad that there was a girl named Zhao Chunxing, who was dumb and always get beaten, especially pitiful.

    It turned out that it was her, which was indeed very pitiful.

    She is thin, with a little flesh on her body, and the eyes are big and round. The face color is whitish, which is a typical malnutrition.

    Zhao Chunxing wrote her name and continued to make gestures. This time the difficulty has soared, Jiang Suisui looked at her struggling to write, but fortunately, she probably understood what Zhao Chunxing's wanted to say, she probably wants to tell her that her parents no longer beat her and thank her very much.

    "What I said that day was what I said in my heart. Men and women are equal in nature. Your mother is also a woman. She has to respect women even more. She had given birth to you why should she choke you to death. Why not strangle herself, she was also a woman, so how can she still call you a lossing-bag when she's also a woman" Jiang Suisui said solemnly.