Almost every house had a brick wall, except for theirs. It was a dilapidated old house. When it rained, it would be drizzling inside the heavy rain. In winter, it was even colder.
Yan qingsi had known for a long time that her father had gone out to work like everyone else, but she had never seen him take a single cent back home. In her only memory, her father had returned and she was very happy. However, in the middle of the night, she saw her father hit her mother.
In qingsi's heart, although she yearned for a father's love, she was very repulsed by Yan Songnan. Although she also hoped that her father could be like everyone else, she always felt that if her father looked like Yan Songnan, then she might as well not have this father.
The children of the poor took care of themselves early. They had no father since they were young and were ridiculed by the other children in the village. Therefore, she was a very sensitive child.