Teach homework, teach homework.

Teach homework.

Shi Zuo then realized that the so-called "homework teaching" is to write three-person homework by himself.

He curled up in the corner of Fu Yinger's room.

There is only a small low table and homework that accompany me.

This was not what he wanted.

Outside this corner, we have used fragments of hairpins, hairpins and bracelets to form a circle.

——If she dares to move out of the circle, she will go to the kitchen to call her mother for molestation. This is what Fu Yinger said.

——If she didn’t help the two of them finish their homework, she would never tell herself the correct usage of the white pill she just sent him that was completely exchanged for by her own personal efforts. This is what Liu Yanshi said.

And the two women were already playing in front of the computer.

The giggle was as mentally retarded as a three-year-old.

This metaphor is sorry for a three-year-old child.

Shi Zuo sighed deeply.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and put the earplugs on, isolating the noisy laughter of the two women.

He opened the song library and played the only song stored in the song library.

"Aria on G strings".

This song is called the most rational symphony in classical music. Shi Zuo is the rational martyr. He firmly believes that the essence of distinguishing humans from animals lies in reason. When he is in a restless mood, this song can help him calm down.

Turning the voice to the maximum, his soul immersed in the river of reason, and his body was doing homework.

The woman in the room smiled happily. After passing the game, she took out her cell phone and formed a team to eat chicken.

No one remembers Zuo Cai.

Time passes slowly.

The two women went out a few times and brought back two cups of milk tea. The sun was tilted, and shone through the windowsill of the room on the pure white plaid bricks. The aroma of food came from outside the door. The temperature rose. Liu Yanshi took off his sweater on his upper body, brought up the corner of his vest, and his white waist and underwear were faintly visible. The weather was dry, and static electricity appeared on her body. Her fingertips touched Fu Ying'er's exposed shoulders. The two trembled for a moment and giggled again.

Shi Zuocai's pen tip was moving on the homework book, and he had no idea about all this.

There were waves of slapping the door in the living room, accompanied by scolding. Liu Yanxi opened the door and looked. Fang Qing went back to the bedroom to find the room key. The food on the table in the living room was steaming. The key was inserted into the door lock of the study room, and the hand turned, but it couldn't be opened. Fu Ying'er also walked out of the room. Shi Zuo looked up slightly.

The three women pushed open the door of the study hard, with dense tape sticking to the door frame, and they were all coughing. Fang Qing walked in.

Then there was a harsh scream.

Fang Qing knelt on the ground, her face full of fear. Fu Ying'er fell to the door. Liu Yan looked up and helped her up, covering her mouth with one hand, and still coughing.

Fu Sizhe's tatami in the middle of the study, with his hands folded on his abdomen, his eyes closed, and his expression was peaceful.

Next to it is a burning charcoal basin.

The terrified cry and the cough were mixed together.

The shocking scene impacted the thoughts of the three women. No one knew what to do for a moment. Fang Qing crawled forward and wanted to pull Fu Sizhe up. A cold but unquestionable voice came from behind her.

“Get out of here.”

Liu Yan looked at Zuo Cai in surprise.

Shi Zuocai walked into the study while taking off his coat.

"Liu Yanxi, go and open the window."

Liu Yanshi was stunned for a moment and immediately did as he did.

Shi Zuocai wrapped his clothes in his hand, picked up the hot charcoal basin, and a piece of coal fell to the ground. He stepped on it hard and turned his head to look at Fu Yinger:

“Where is the balcony?”

Fu Ying'er opened her eyes tightly and looked at him helplessly, with her eyes empty. Shi Zuocai shouted again:

"balcony!"

Fu Yinger shivered and instinctively stood up, and took Shi Zuocai all the way to the balcony. He placed the charcoal basin on the ground and decisively closed the balcony door. Shi Zuocai walked back to the room, asked Liu Yanshi to help, carried Fu Sizhe and placed it on the ground in the living room, and called Fu Yinger to close the study door again.

Fu Yinger recovered a little bit of rationality and took out her cell phone:

“120… I have to fight 120…”

Shi Zuo put his finger between Fu Sizhe's nose, lowered his head and leaned against his chest to listen to his heartbeat, his face gloomy. Fang Qing seemed to have completely lost consciousness, and sat by the wall, with her eyes open, and her mouth slightly opened. Liu Yan looked around and ran to Fu Ying'er's room to carry a fan, pressed against the wall to maximize the wind, and then ran to open the window of the living room.

Fu Yinger put the phone in her ear, pursed her lips tightly, and tears fell down her face.

"Hey...120..."

After waiting for a while, the phone was answered. She had just said a few words when she heard Shi Zuo's anxious shout:

"Wait a minute! Hang up the phone!"

Fu Yinger was stunned for a moment, and then Zuo shouted again:

"Hang off the phone! Hurry!"

Fu Yinger could no longer think, so she obeyed what he said and hung up the phone.

There was silence in the room, and the eyes of several people were unconsciously placed on Shi Zuocai.

Shi Zuocai looked solemn, carefully prying open Fu Sizhe's overlapping fingers and pulling out an envelope.

On the envelope, it was written clearly with a marker:

Don't call for help.

Shi Zuo turned around and saw Liu Yan's eyes staring at the letter.

She finally stopped laughing.

Shi Zuo handed her the letter and retreated silently.

...

"Qing, Ying Er.

I'm leaving. This is a decision I have thought about for a long time and also considered for a long time.

Please let me say sorry. I am for the setbacks my family has experienced over the past period of time and for my selfish departure.

You may not forgive me. But for me, perhaps for you, this is the only way to let the dust settle.

Please believe that I have many regrets in this life, but this time I have no regrets. I have left three insurances, and the beneficiary is Ying Er. When I leave, both mother and daughter can live a stable life.

Sunny, don’t blame yourself for this matter. You should live happily as you wish.

Ying Er, the road ahead is still long, I hope you will be free of obstacles in your life.

And:

If Xiaoyan saw this letter, she would let me say sorry.

I have implicated many of the Liu family, and I was not spared until the end."

Fang Qing sat next to the wall, her hands trembling so hard that she couldn't hold the thin piece of paper. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands and made a whimper. Her shoulders kept trembling, like a silent volcano.

Shi Zuocai frowned, and her expression made Shi Zuocai think of Li Lijuan. He turned his head and glanced at Fu Yinger sitting on a chair and bent down, burying her face on the table. He slowly stood up and unscrewed the door handle of the study.

Liu Yanshi hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and patted Fang Qing on the shoulder to show comfort. Fang Qing sobbed for a while and finally spoke.

"What is this...what is this..."

Liu Yanshi was stunned and opened her mouth. The woman's intuition told her that Fang Qing's tone was something wrong.

Shi Zuocai pushed the door and condensed in the air. He turned around quietly, his eyes passed through the crack of the door and shot on the person inside the house.

"What's this... I've left so many messes and died like this..."

"...Fu Sizhe, this bastard...he wants us to die with him!" The shout turned into a cry of tears.

"I obviously owe others so much money, but I'll be gone if I say I'm gone. I work two jobs a day and I have to cook when I get home. When did he understand me? Ying Er grows so old, when did he care? He is taking the lives of our mother and daughter!"

Fang Qing hit the wall one after another, with a loud noise and a very painful expression. Liu Yan squatted down and hugged her sadly.

"Mom Fang... don't do this..."

Fang Qing was crazy, struggled a few times, and was still slamming the wall desperately. Liu Yanxi could not persuade her, and the back of her hand that was blocking her forehead was hit red. It was not until she heard Fu Ying'er crying and shouting "Mom--" she slightly calmed down.

Liu Yanshi sniffed, her eyes glowing red.

"Mom Fang... calm down and tell me first, what happened in your family during this period?"

Fang Qing's eyes were dull and she smiled dejectedly.

"Ha...what else can it be...what else can it be..."

"Two years ago, the man surnamed Fu suddenly told us mother and daughter that he had been secretly embezzling the company's public funds in the past few years. He was discovered and wanted to make up for the company's deficit, otherwise he would have to go to jail. I had long felt something was wrong... With his ability... With his ability, how could he make so much money..."

"At that time, Ying Er had just taken on the second drama, and it was still in the rising period... We could only swallow our anger, sell Tianhe's house, and move back here... We don't have much savings, and Fu Sizhe was still sending it out, saying that the deficit was very big and he didn't make up for it... I have paid for the dowry I saved for Ying Er over the years... I can't divorce and can't divorce. His affairs were exposed, and Ying Er's future was ruined..."

"I am so righteous, but I am actually an irresponsible coward! Now that he is dead, he can't even pay for the money. Ying Er and I are finished... Bastard... He is just a bastard!..."
To be continued...