After rebirth, abstinent ex-husband can't move anymore

Xia Qingyuan completely underestimated the enthusiasm of these young people. Before she could finish, they took away all the clothes on the hangers.

Fortunately, the clothes I picked up today are suitable for ordinary young people and will not be particularly picky. Except for a few people who are particularly inappropriate for their bodies, the rest can't find any major faults.

For those unsuitable young people, Xia Qingyuan and Axiang also chose the ones that better reflected their personal temperament based on their own experiences.

In less than an hour, only a dozen of the 100 pieces of clothing were left hanging there, and they were left behind because they did not meet the size.

When they were selling clothes, they also mentioned the name of the old street and promised to come here almost once a week in the future.

Axiang touched her bulging cash collection backpack and smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth.

She smiled and said: "Sister Xia, we made a lot of money today."

Xia Qingyuan also smiled: "Yes, it's quite beyond my expectation."

However, for a product like clothes, it is impossible to expect customers to come in every once in a while like they do for cold dishes.

Therefore, after selling in one place for a few days, they have to move to another place.

She said: "If we sell here for a few days, we can also go to the cigarette factory to have a look."

Axiang naturally understands this truth.

She nodded: "Yeah, okay."

She is now completely impressed by Xia Qingyuan.

Whether it is the vision for doing business or the courage shown when encountering problems, it is not something ordinary women can achieve.

She only knew that as long as she followed Xia Qingyuan, she would have nothing to worry about.

Xia Qingyuan said: "Let's sell in front of the store this afternoon and take a break."

It takes forty minutes to get here from the old street by tricycle.

If we go somewhere else in the afternoon, we will be a little too tired.

Ah Xiang said: "Okay."

Whatever Xia Qingyuan said is correct.

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In the afternoon, Xia Qingyuan sold about twenty pieces of clothes in the old street.

This amount was actually within her expectation.

Clothes can’t be used as food, so why do you expect customers to buy so much every day?

She closed the stall and went home with Lin Dongxiu.

Shen Yilin came over this morning, took a nap at home in the afternoon, and then played in the courtyard.

When they arrived home, Shen Yilin had not come back yet.

Xia Qingyuan said: "I'll go look for it."

Shen Yilin had tried staying in the compound to play by himself before.

There are guards at every post, and many people inside know that he is Shen Yizhou's younger brother, so there is no need to worry about him being abducted somewhere.

Xia Qingyuan first went to the park in the compound.

There are many children here, and children usually play here.

However, Xia Qingyuan did not find anyone this time.

She grabbed a child who was about ten years old and asked: "Kid, have you ever met Shen Yilin?"

The child glanced at her first, and then said: "I don't know."

He broke away from her and ran away.

Xia Qingyuan's eyebrows frowned.

Something is wrong.

She had no choice but to follow the gravel path in the park and walk inside. She remembered that there was a sand pool inside.

Before she reached the sand pool, she saw a group of children running towards her.

Some children ran so fast that they bumped into her.

Xia Qingyuan supported one of the children and felt inexplicably anxious.

She quickened her pace and walked inside.

At the faucet beside the sand pool, a thin figure turned on the faucet, poured water on his face, and seemed to be washing his face.

He was still wearing the new white short shirt and military green suspender shorts she had bought for him when she sent him back at noon.

But now, the white shirt was covered with dirt and stains, and there was a tear at the shoulder.

One of the straps of the suspender shorts was torn, and the other one was hanging down on the leg, and the button was missing.

Xia Qingyuan looked behind him, feeling sour in her heart.

Just when she was about to call him, Shen Yilin turned around.

When he saw Xia Qingyuan, he was startled for a moment, his eyes flashed, and then he subconsciously touched his nose.

Remembering that he had washed away the nosebleed just now, he put down his hand and smiled at Xia Qingyuan: "Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

He took two steps forward without approaching her: "Are you going to eat?"

As he said that, he walked forward quickly: "Oh, I'm so hungry!"

When Shen Yilin passed her, she clearly saw the injuries on Shen Yilin's face and the paw prints remaining on the front of his clothes.

Her voice was trembling a little, and she stopped him: "Yilin."

Shen Yilin's steps froze, but he didn't dare to look back: "What's the matter, sister-in-law?"

Xia Qingyuan stepped forward, put her hands on his shoulders, and pulled his little body over.

This time, the scars on his face were more obvious.

There are red marks scratched by fingernails, purple marks caused by collisions, and blood stains scraped from friction on the ground.

Although he had washed it and the marks were lighter, blood began to ooze out from the places where the gravel had rubbed it.

Xia Qingyuan's heart ached when she saw it.

She held back the sourness and anger on the tip of her nose and asked, "Who hit you?"

It's not why you fight, it's who can beat you.

Two different words have completely different meanings when spoken.

In those long and dark days, how many times he couldn't help but fight back because he was beaten or scolded.

When he returned home, in addition to Lin Dongxiu's heartache and tears, she also asked him repeatedly: "Why are we fighting again?"

Slowly, he stopped fighting back.

They hit and scolded him, but as long as he didn't say anything or fight back, they would lose interest after a while.

He thought Xia Qingyuan would blame him like Lin Dongxiu and asked him why he wanted to fight.

However, this was what she said.

His eyes began to heat up, and he turned away: "No one hit me, I accidentally fell."

His expression was stubborn, his eyes were looking away, and his lips were pursed tightly, as if he had been wronged and was trying his best to endure it.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, giving him a different kind of tenderness.

Xia Qingyuan's hand touched his cheek, gently falling on the bruise, and asked: "Does it hurt?"

Following her words, Shen Yilin couldn't help but shed tears.

He quickly reached out and wiped it away.

Only then did Xia Qingyuan realize that there were scars on the backs of his hands and knees.

He shook his head repeatedly: "It doesn't hurt."

Xia Qingyuan could no longer hold back the anger in her heart, and stood up with a cry: "Let's go, take me to find them."