Bunny

Wen Zhuo knew that he must look ugly when he was crying now.

He was dirty and smelly, and his face was covered with tears and snot. He felt ashamed, so he hurriedly wiped his face with the other sleeve holding the pot, but when he rubbed his face, he grabbed it The hand of the seal has been withdrawn.

He raised his head, and saw Feng Qi's indifferent eyes.

"The game is over," Feng Qi said.

Wen Zhuo stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand what it meant, even the fingers that were pulling him were hanging in the air, as if he was unwilling to shake him off and could pull him back at any time.

"The game is over." Feng Qi emphasized his tone, and repeated it with an icy coldness: "We will not meet in the next game, you don't have to follow me."

Wen Zhuo's small face was originally pale, but now it is even whiter, like eggplant beaten by frost, a pair of black rabbit eyes are red, with his head held high, his face looks like he has been "abandoned", as if tears are shining Guang: "You, you went to patrol the mountains by yourself because you didn't want to compete with me, did you?"

When Wen Zhuo said these words, his head was in a daze. He just suddenly thought of this possibility, and then he asked uncontrollably. beginning.

No way, how could Feng Qi hate him so much?

Obviously, they were pretty good before, Feng Qi had saved him and even made broth for him, why did Feng Qi hate him as soon as he turned his head?

And compared to Wen Zhuo's almost overflowing sadness, Feng Qi's face can be said to be expressionless.

He looked at Wen Zhuo as if he was looking at a stranger, casually took off the cigarette butt he was holding in his mouth, extinguished it, and left with a big stride after throwing down a "hmm".

The word "um" was like a sledgehammer dropped from the sky, hitting Wen Zhuo's head hard.

Wen Zhuo swayed, and watched Feng Qi go out from the door of the bungalow. He wanted to catch up two steps, but his chest was blocked up and down, making his eyes black. He clutched his chest, his face pale He squatted down against the wall, his little head went blank, but there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

Feng Qi really hated him, so much that he didn't even want to participate in the competition with him.

Wen Zhuo's whole body seemed to be soaked in the salty sea water, and even his internal organs ached, as if he had suffered a major blow, his body was suddenly exhausted and weak, and his little head was dazed for a while, until the instructor ran into After looking for him in the dormitory, I lifted him up from the base of the wall.

"Wen Zhuo?" The instructor looked at him with a frown and asked him, "Why don't you gather?"

Wen Zhuo looked up at the instructor with his pale face, and after a while, his eyes seemed to be focused, fixed on Instructor Zhang's face.

Instructor Zhang was still saying: "The car that came to pick you up has arrived, and your second game is about to start."

The words of the second match successfully brought back Wen Zhuo's sanity.

His chapped lips were slightly pressed together, and after a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice: "Second game, layering?"

Instructor Zhang nodded, and replied: "Yes, stratified, divided into two parts, one part is for those who have won ten bronze medals, and they will compete together, and the other part is for those who have won more than fifty bronze medals, and they will compete together to avoid the gap between the two sides. If it is too large, there will be a situation where one person dominates the arena. Generally speaking, if you can get 150 bronze medals, there will be at most two people in a round, but in most cases there will be only one person. After all, all of us participating in the competition Add up to less than [-]."

Wen Zhuo remembered that beautiful boy named Xie Yu, he and Feng Qi were going to compete together, that is to say, he also won fifty bronze medals alone, and he was not embarrassed at all.

And what about yourself?

Wen Zhuo squeezed the bronze medal in his left pocket, and thought of something again, his beautiful eyes became dizzy for a while.

If Wen Zhuo had a pair of rabbit ears, his ears would droop to the ground now.

Instructor Zhang called him again: "Wen Zhuo? It's time to go to the competition. The instructor will give you some advice. When you get there, don't wander around. You have to follow the signs. Every competition venue is marked. Your next The instructor can't tell you where the competition venue is, but what I can tell you is—"

Wen Zhuo came back to his senses after being shouted, his little face lifted up slightly, and he saw the chattering instructor, those words got into his right ear, and then came out of his left ear, Wen Zhuo looked at the dark green trainer on his body. In a daze, he seemed to see Feng Qi standing in front of him, looking at him indifferently.

"I don't want to participate."

Instructor Zhang was talking excitedly, but suddenly heard something vaguely, and he asked "ah", "What did you say?"

"I don't want to participate anymore." The pale-faced child raised his head, his eyes were not shiny at all, and he just looked at him steadfastly, his gaze was clearly on him, but Instructor Zhang felt that Shino seemed to be looking at something through him, his eyes were straight.

"You don't want to participate anymore?" Instructor Zhang turned up the volume, a little unbelievable: "It's hard for you to advance. Even if you are eliminated, it's better than quitting halfway? Do you think the competition is too difficult, or is it too tiring and hard work?" ?”

His lips quivered.

Neither, he thought, neither.

He just doesn't want to participate in the competition anymore, he just wants to find a place without a seal, and he can lick his wounds by himself, no matter what, he doesn't want to do these anymore.

Jian Wenzhuo's expression became more and more wrong, and instructor Zhang didn't continue to persuade him. There were also students who quit the competition halfway, but it was a pity that Wen Zhuo quit like this, but Wen Zhuo insisted on quitting, so he had to send Wen Zhuo to the foot of the mountain , send Wen Zhuo to the airport to go home.

When he came out of the bungalow, Wen Zhuo found that all the people on the top of the mountain had left, and the entire top of the mountain was empty.

Wen Zhuo's eyes were fixed on the mountain, his heart shrank suddenly, he turned his head and stopped looking.

He took the cable down with the instructor, and then got on the instructor's motorcycle. The instructor also returned his mobile phone to him. The phone turned off automatically when it was out of power.

It's just that he is not in the mood to turn on his mobile phone to call his mother now. He follows the instructor like a walking dead, sits until the airport, buys a plane ticket, and then the instructor sends him on the plane back.

When Wen Zhuo came, he was full of enthusiasm and joy, thinking that he had gotten a big deal, but when he left, he was embarrassed and depressed, not even in the mood to take a bath in the base.

He is usually such a clean person, but today he got on the plane covered in mud, left the airport covered in mud, and took a taxi to go home.

From City G to City A, Wen Zhuo flew from afternoon to evening, and when he got home by taxi, it was already sunset and dusk.

He wore a nice cotton jacket when he left, and a dirty training uniform when he came back. If he hadn’t given the driver an extra 200 yuan, the driver would not have been willing to pull him.

Wen Zhuo's home is in a villa in the old town, which was bought when his parents got married. The villa is a small second floor, located in a small courtyard. The windows are lit, and it looks warm. Like a child who has been wronged a lot outside, when he arrived at the door, he didn't even go in, but his eyes were red first.

He blew in the cold wind for a while, then wiped away his tears before entering the yard, and walked to the door of the villa to open the door himself.

The door opened with a "creak", and Wen Zhuo walked into the living room wrapped in the cold wind. As soon as he entered the living room door, he saw his father and mother sitting at the table eating a candlelight dinner.

Wen Zhuo was taken aback, he only thought that the nanny was at home, but he didn't expect his parents to be there. Usually at this time, his mother is working overtime outside, and his father is not at school.

Compared to Wen Zhuo, Father Wen and Ms. Chen were even more surprised.

Father Wen stood up from the chair almost "teng", frowned and walked towards the door, looked Wen Zhuo up and down, and snapped, "Shouldn't you be participating in the competition in City G at this time? Why are you back!"

Ms. Chen quickly followed suit and stood up.

A few days ago, she didn't know the news until her son had left. Although she complained in her heart that her husband was too assertive, Wen Zhuo had always obeyed Wen's father, so she didn't say much.

Ms. Chen always thought that her son would not be able to pass that kind of competition. She still knew how much her son weighed, but she did not expect that when she just got to work at noon today, she received a call from her husband, saying that the base had notified him , his son passed the first round.

It's not easy!

Wen's father was almost in tears, and he didn't work at school anymore. He came to her company specially to pick her up, and took her to go shopping for an unprecedented time. We started to have a candlelight dinner together, who knew that halfway through the meal, Wen Zhuo came back by himself.

Ms. Chen subconsciously glanced at Wen Zhuo at the door, and her heart was broken. Her son was still a chubby little man when he left, but he lost a lot of weight when he came back. The person is also dark, the face is hurt, the whole body is dirty and black, and there is a bad smell.

If it wasn't for her own birth, some of Ms. Chen wouldn't be able to come out.

How much the child had to suffer during training!

"Father." Wen Zhuo, who was standing at the door, rubbed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I didn't participate in the second round, so I came back by myself."

Father Wen was furious.

"How could you retire casually without any enterprising spirit! How did I give birth to a son like you?" Father Wen pointed at Wen Zhuo and scolded in a very serious tone.

Perhaps it was because he was used to being the principal at school, Father Wen carried a unique coercion from the principal, when he reprimanded, his voice was not very loud, and he didn't even hit people, but what he said hurt people very much.

If it was usual, Wen Zhuo would have stood and listened to his father, and then returned to his bedroom under his father's cold eyes.

But not today.

Unexpectedly, Wen's father's words hit Wen Zhuo's nerves, and Wen Zhuo, who had been standing at the door, suddenly erupted.

He threw his backpack on the ground heavily, and yelled at his father: "I don't want a dad like you! Why am I not aggressive? I didn't go to the game you arranged for me since I was a child? I I’ve been competing, I’ve been competing every day, I’ve worked hard, you’re already in your 50s, don’t you understand, I just can’t win, I can’t win!”

Father Wen was stunned for a moment by Wen Zhuo's words.

Wen Zhuo this year, in the past 18 years, Wen Zhuo has never disobeyed any order of Wen's father, and he has never even spoken loudly to Wen's father. He is as well-behaved as a doll, not even a rebellious puberty, But today, Father Wen saw Wen Zhuo's "disobedient" side for the first time.

The backpack slammed heavily on the floor. I don't know what kind of metal was inside, and it hit the floor with a "bang".

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wen's father's anger burned in a flash: "Others can do it, why can't you? It's obviously because you are lazy and don't want to train hard!"

"I have grown up under your nose for 18 years. You know whether I am greedy for fun or not. You clearly know that I can't do it. Why don't you admit it? Why do you have to send me to the competition? Why do you have to send me to the police academy? I can't compare to him, don't you see, I can't compare at all!"

Wen Zhuo yelled at Father Wen even louder. Although he was arguing with Father Wen, his tears fell down like broken beads, and the ending sound came back with a cry, floating in the In mid-air, Jiang Wen's father was stunned.

Ms. Chen was also frightened by her son's sudden outburst. She said, "Okay, don't quarrel." Then she hurriedly stopped between the two of them, pushed Wen's father away with one hand, grabbed Wen Zhuo with the other, and pushed Wen Zhuo to The bedroom on the second floor is pushed.

Wen Zhuo's bedroom is on the second floor. When he was dragged upstairs by Ms. Chen, he almost stepped on the steps, and followed Ms. Chen up the stairs in a daze.

Wen Zhuo's bedroom is a typical little boy's bedroom, with sky blue walls, a small bed next to the wall, a desk next to the bed, a wardrobe opposite the bed, and a bathroom next to the wardrobe.

When Wen Zhuo entered the door, Wen Zhuo was still crying, his tears seemed unstoppable, and his body was shaking faintly. Ms. Chen went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and wiped Wen Zhuo's face.

Wen Zhuo's face was so dirty, a towel was wiped dirty, but he stopped crying, as if he had recovered, took the towel from Ms. Chen's hand, and began to wipe his face.

Seeing Wen Zhuo's mood seemed to have stabilized. Ms. Chen rubbed Wen Zhuo's head affectionately, hesitated for a moment, and then asked Wen Zhuo in a low voice: "Xiao Zhuo, who is the "he" you mentioned just now?"

Although the quarrel broke out too quickly just now, Ms. Chen still got a little secret from it.

Their son has been obedient since he was a child, and has been working hard to fulfill his father's expectations. He is the kind of boy who wants to make his parents happy through his own efforts. He will never do things that make his parents angry or disappointed. Just now That stormy quarrel was more like Wen Zhuo's unilateral venting, and Ms. Chen vaguely guessed something.

Wen Zhuo paused as he wiped his face, and suddenly a beautiful boy's face appeared in his mind, smiling with him with a cigarette in his hand.

"No one." He casually brought the topic over without bringing it up again.

Ms. Chen was a little worried. Looking at the wound on Wen Zhuo's face, she asked softly, "Did someone bully you during training?"

Their son has been in poor health since he was a child, and his temper also follows her. If he has such a temper, he must be the one who is bullied the most in the crowd.

The more Ms. Chen thought about it, the more she felt that it made sense. If she hadn't been bullied, Wen Zhuo would definitely not have quarreled with his father when he came back.

"No." Wen Zhuo shook his head again, he took down the towel, and said to his mother hoarsely: "Mom, I'm tired, I want to take a shower first."

Ms. Chen stood up, turned her head and walked out of the door, and said to Wen Zhuo before going out, "Go to sleep, I will discuss the rest with your father, and I will not let your father send you to training."

With that said, Ms. Chen opened the door and walked out.

As the other people in the room left, the room fell into a moment of silence. Wen Zhuo sat on the bed for more than ten minutes, then stood up, took off his clothes, and went into the bathroom.

The shower head in the bathroom spewed gusts of heat, rushing to Wen Zhuo's dirty body, and a small ball of yellow water gathered on the ground, rushing to the floor drain together.

Wen Zhuo stared at the ball of yellow water for a while, then raised his face slightly, and rushed towards the hot water.

He has not been bullied, and he will not be bullied in the future.

He was simply left behind.

After taking a bath, Wen Zhuo was exhausted to the extreme, he wiped himself off completely, then got into the bed, wrapped in a quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept in this sleep, the dream was muddled, when he woke up he still felt that he was in the log cabin, subconsciously wanted to stick to the seal beside him, stuck a blank, and woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar room, Wen Zhuo sat blankly under the quilt for a while, and then fell back again.

He wanted to sleep for a while and stop thinking about those things, but the biological clock had woken him up, and he couldn't fall asleep.

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door, and Wen Zhuo knew it was Ms. Chen's voice, because Wen's father always called people directly outside the door to let Wen Zhuo go out by himself.

Wen Zhuo got up, put on his clothes and opened the door.

Ms. Chen stood at the door with a breakfast plate, opened the door, and looked Wen Zhuo up and down.

Her son doesn't seem to have recovered yet, the tails of his eyes are slightly drooping, his small mouth is also pursed, his small round face is depressed, and the air pressure in his whole body is very low.

Wen Zhuo was wearing thin pajamas and pajamas, so he couldn't tell what was going on with his body, but the wounds on his face and neck were clearly visible. After a night of recuperation, Wen Zhuo's wounds began to heal slowly. Ms. Chen suppressed her distress and handed over the plate.

"Eat something, and mother will take you to school later." Ms. Chen said.

When Wen Zhuo heard "go to school", he knew it was Wen's father.

That's right, he participated in two training sessions in a row this month, but he couldn't make it through. It's only the end of December, and the school will be on vacation for about a week.

With his father's personality, it was indeed impossible for him to cut school and stay at home.

"Your father said that you will not be forced to participate in competitions in the future. You can just finish college." Ms. Chen rubbed Wen Zhuo's soft long hair, sighed softly, and said, "Go, eat Bar."

Wen Zhuo took the plate, said "Thank you mom" in a low voice, then walked to the desk, stuffed everything in one piece, then put on all the clothes and went to school with his mother.

Ms. Chen drove Wen Zhuo to school, probably because she knew that Wen Zhuo was in a bad mood. Ms. Chen didn't say anything, but just gave Wen Zhuo a card and asked Wen Zhuo to take pocket money.

In terms of money, Ms. Chen has never treated Wen Zhuo badly, but Wen Zhuo rarely spends money.

"You stay at school for two days. Grandpa's birthday is this Friday. You go back with your mother to see your grandpa." Ms. Chen told Wen Zhuo before parking the car.

Wen Zhuo nodded and turned to enter the school.

When he arrived at school, the running exercise hadn't started yet. He followed the crowd, found his class, and met Zheng Hui.

Not seeing each other for a few days, Zheng Hui didn't seem to know Wen Zhuo anymore. When Wen Zhuo walked up to him, his eyes widened in surprise, and he shouted, "Brother, why are you back? Did you come back?" I was retired in the middle of the game!"

Wen Zhuo has become much thinner, and his energy and spirit have also become bigger than before. Wen Zhuo was originally a small smiling face, and everyone has a three-pointed smile, like a little sun, and he is bouncing and beaming when he walks, but Although the face standing in front of him today is still the same, but the whole person is a lot weaker, as if he has suffered some major blow.

Wen Zhuo forced a smile at him, and then stood beside Zheng Hui.

Zheng Hui obviously felt that Wen Zhuo was in a bad mood, and before he had time to ask, the morning run had already started.

For Wen Zhuo, this morning run is not as hard as before.

Although his body was still a bit too much, he was able to grit his teeth and come down, probably because he had honed himself on the top of the mountain before, and he was much more patient than before.

After a morning run, both Wen Zhuo and Zheng Hui were sweating profusely. They walked side by side at the end of the line, and followed the line into the class. They took seats in the back row and sat down.

Zheng Hui was talking to Wen Zhuo beside him, talking about what happened recently, and asking why Wen Zhuo came back. Wen Zhuo's mind had already drifted to the universe, and he didn't listen to what Zheng Hui said at all.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that Zheng Hui calmed down.

Today's lecture is given by an old criminal policeman who once worked in the front line. He also talks about some classic cases and the psychology of some common criminal suspects. Because he can often talk about some original cases, the class is not boring. Some students listened with gusto.

Except Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo sat in the last row, although his ears were listening, but he didn't think about the case the teacher said at all.

His heart was fluttering, he didn't know what he was thinking, his whole chest seemed to be filled with sour sea water, as long as he moved, the sea water would slosh, stirring in his chest, rushing to run Wen Zhuo felt extremely sick, he was so uncomfortable, nauseated and nauseated, he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit anything.

It was just after □ in the morning, the sun shone through the glass and fell on Wen Zhuo's body, but Wen Zhuo couldn't feel the slightest warmth, his hands and feet were cold, and he just wanted to curl up himself.

Zheng Hui noticed Wen Zhuo's discomfort, it was too obvious, Wen Zhuo's face gradually turned blue, he looked at Wen Zhuo with some worry, and asked him: "Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

Zheng Hui and Wen Zhuo are roommates, and they both fully understand each other's worthlessness. When Zheng Hui sees Wen Zhuo like this, he knows that Wen Zhuo is no longer good.

Wen Zhuo rested his head on his arm and said nothing.

He didn't really want to ask for leave. Out of a "good student" mentality, he always wanted to persevere, but his strangeness soon attracted the attention of the teacher on the podium. The teacher glanced at Wen Zhuo and asked In other words, let Zheng Hui take Wen Zhuo out.

The two of them went out together, and Zheng Hui sent Wen Zhuo to the infirmary. The school doctor in the infirmary looked around Wen Zhuo for a while, asked a few words, heard that Wen Zhuo had a cold before, and prescribed a cold medicine for Wen Zhuo, Let him eat and see if it doesn't work, go to the hospital.

Wen Zhuo lay on the hospital bed for a while, and Zheng Hui played with his mobile phone beside him.

Originally, Zheng Hui just wanted to stay with Wen Zhuo for a while, but he didn't expect Wen Zhuo to lie down on the hospital bed, and fell asleep directly.

It was around noon at that time, Wen Zhuo fell on the bed, his skin was fair and almost transparent, coupled with his weak appearance, the whole person looked like a frail hero who had been seriously injured. When the sun shone, the wound on his face became more serious Obviously, Zheng Hui had actually seen it a long time ago, but Wen Zhuo's condition was not good, and his expression was not right, so Zheng Hui never asked.

After all, they are all grown-ups, and it is not easy for him to ask if Wen Zhuo doesn't say anything.

Wen Zhuo fell asleep until noon after school. Wen Zhuo was woken up by the bell after school. When he opened his eyes, he found Zheng Hui watching a variety show next to him, laughing "giggle", Wen Zhuo slowly Standing up, he drew Zheng Hui's attention away from the phone.

"Are you awake?" Zheng Hui smiled and pulled him up: "Let's go, it's time to eat."

Wen Zhuo was still a little uncomfortable and followed Zheng Hui to stand up. He had lived on the top of the mountain for a while, and now Wen Zhuo felt a little uncomfortable when he saw everything. He was afraid that someone would sneak up and kidnap him from behind if someone walked quickly. , I can't help but grab the arms of the people around me.

But as soon as he grabbed it, he felt that the height was wrong again. He turned his head to the side, and Zheng Hui was shaking off his hand.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Hui felt that Wen Zhuo was tense now, and after returning from a closed training session, even the sound of walking became much quieter.

"It's okay." Wen Zhuo withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and didn't speak any more.

Zheng Hui glanced at Wen Zhuo suspiciously. He always felt that there was something wrong with Wen Zhuo's psychology. He was not as happy as before. It seemed——

Zheng Hui thought over and over again, and felt that Wen Zhuo's current state was very similar to his sister who had lost love, or the kind who was dumped.

Wen Zhuo's state continued for several days. It was not until Friday night that Wen Zhuo pulled himself together to say goodbye to Zheng Hui, left school, and returned home with his mother.

"I'm going to your grandpa's house today." When my mother was driving, she specifically told Wen Zhuo: "Did you forget?"

At that time, Wen Zhuo was sitting in the back row. He was wearing a down jacket, and his face was buried in the hood of the down jacket. Ms. Chen glanced at it from the rearview mirror, and felt distressed.

In just a few days, her chubby and lovely son had lost a lot of weight, and he could even see a small pointed chin!

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let Wen Zhuo go to that fart training!

As for Wen Zhuo, who was sitting in the back seat, as if he hadn't noticed his mother's gaze, he gave a soft "hmm" and replied, "I remember, mother."

Ms. Chen turned a corner in the car, and took Wen Zhuo to a private club first, and specially hired a designer to match Wen Zhuo with a small suit, and gave Wen Zhuo a haircut.

It took about an hour before Wen Zhuo walked out of the design room.

Compared to Wen Zhuo, Ms. Chen didn't spend much time - because Ms. Chen is so delicate that she can't even let a strand of hair go without her fingers every day, not to mention that she is too old to wear evening dresses. She was showing off her age at the dinner party, so she was still wearing a black work dress, but she took off the glasses she always wears.

But Wen Zhuo's changes were much greater.

Wen Zhuo took off his fluffy down jacket and jeans, and put on a well-tailored black suit. His hair was made fluffy by the designer. He lost some weight, and the original baby fat went down, revealing a delicate appearance. With a small and small chin, he is as beautiful as Ms. Chen, and he still has a youthful look on his body, which makes people can't help but sigh the years and years when they see him.

Ms. Chen walked around Wen Zhuo twice, and sighed softly: "When I brought you here last year, you didn't seem to be so tall."

Saying that, Ms. Chen personally brought a beautiful brooch to Wen Zhuo, and then took Wen Zhuo to check out, left the private club, got into the car, and drove to Wen Zhuo's grandfather's house.

Before entering the door, Ms. Chen couldn't help saying to Wen Zhuo: "Don't pay them too much attention when you see them, but if they bully you, you must fight back. Mom brought you here to see grandpa, and don't take the rest too seriously. "

Wen Zhuo nodded, he understood that the relationship between his mother and her natal family was actually not very good.

Because his mother and his uncle are not biological siblings—that is to say, his grandma is not his real grandma, but married after his grandpa.

When Ms. Chen was three years old, Ms. Chen's biological mother passed away. Later, her grandfather married another woman and gave birth to a boy, Wen Zhuo's uncle and Ms. Chen's younger brother.

Originally, it was difficult for a family to have an ex-wife and a second-wife, and then there was a daughter in the front and a son in the back. Balancing the kinship in the family became a science, but obviously, the grandfather did not control it. The degree of this is good.

In the year when Ms. Chen was kidnapped, her grandfather was not in China. Ms. Chen’s stepmother and stepbrother thought that the kidnapper’s remuneration was too high and did not pay them. Although Ms. Chen was later rescued by Wen’s father, the grudge was still forged. up.

Later, my grandfather came back and was furious when he heard about this incident. He separated the family on the spot and gave half of the Chen family's belongings to Ms. Chen, and asked Ms. Chen to go out alone. The younger brother, but was in the hands of the grandfather himself, so until now, Ms. Chen's stepmother and stepbrother are still living under the control of the grandfather.

Grandpa is not dead, none of them can control the family property, but Ms. Chen has long been able to control half of the family property by herself and live her own life.

Therefore, the stepmother and stepbrother had a lot of resentment towards Ms. Chen, and this resentment was transferred to Wen Zhuo one after another. Every year when they came to grandpa’s birthday party, they would say some nasty things in the open and in the dark, but they dared not say anything. what action.

After all, Ms. Chen is not a vegetarian.

Wen Zhuo has been used to their targeting for so many years, and there are so many tricks every year, Wen Zhuo has long been tired of watching them.

While Wen Zhuo was talking to his mother, they had already arrived at the place.

Ms. Chen's natal family is a serious and wealthy family, and her grandfather lived in a very luxurious place. It was a super large villa in the old town, with a garden connected to it at the back. People's cars have to line up at the end of the street.

Grandpa's birthday every year can be called "a feast".

Therefore, every time Wen Zhuo came with his mother, he had to dress neatly, and he couldn't be compared with the children of his uncle's family.

Because Wen Zhuo's father doesn't like this kind of occasion, he seldom comes here. Every year for grandpa's birthday, only Wen Zhuo and Ms. Chen come. However, because Wen's father doesn't come, every year Ms. Chen and Wen Zhuo are ridiculed .

Sure enough, as soon as they came in this year, Wen Zhuo saw his "big aunt" standing at the door, waiting for them with a smile.

"Oh, Lao Wen didn't come this year?" Although the eldest aunt smiled, her tone was very sharp: "I don't want to see our old man, and I don't know how busy he is."

"Not as busy as my sister-in-law and son." Ms. Chen smiled and greeted her aunt: "I heard that he was arrested for drunk driving? It seems that he injured a child. Oh, I heard from us that you stuffed a lot of money into it, right?" ? Tsk."

The eldest aunt was so angry that she almost gritted her teeth.

Wen Zhuo blinked, and shouted before his aunt changed his face: "Hi, aunt."

The eldest aunt gritted her teeth and forced out a sentence: "Hi, Xiao Wenzhuo, long time no see."

"Let's go." Ms. Chen smiled and took Wen Zhuo's hand into the venue. Before leaving, she greeted her aunt: "We are going in, sister-in-law, you can continue to welcome guests."

Wen Zhuo just walked beside his mother, seeing his aunt's face turn pale, and felt secretly relieved.

His mother was born in this kind of family atmosphere, and she is more vicious than her mouth. Every woman in this hall counts as one, and none of them can compare with Ms. Chen.

Otherwise, Ms. Chen would not be able to keep the world left to her by his grandfather.

But he neither inherited his father's body nor his mother's intelligence.

Wen Zhuo was a little discouraged, but he puffed up his chest again, so as not to look so listless.

Today is his grandpa's birthday, I don't know how many eyes are looking at him, he has to "stand up" himself.

Ms. Chen first took Wen Zhuo to see her grandfather.

Grandpa is an old man in his 60s, but he is still in good spirits. Wearing a suit, he smiled and led Wen Zhuo around, telling everyone that this was his precious grandson.

There were a lot of people at the reception, and Wen Zhuo didn't know anyone. He would call whoever his grandfather asked him to, and followed him obediently. During the period, the eldest aunt brought her daughter over to show her face at the reception.

My aunt has a son and a daughter, because my aunt's son got into a lot of trouble with drunk driving, which made my grandfather unhappy, so Wen Zhuo's "cousin" did not appear on this occasion, only a girl came up.

The eldest aunt's daughter is called Chen Xi, and it is Wen Zhuo's turn to call her "cousin". Chen Xi is a very beautiful girl, somewhat similar to the eldest aunt, and when she sees Wen Zhuo, she sweetly calls her "cousin".

Although they are a bit nasty as adults, they are very strange to each other as children, and there is no enmity. Wen Zhuo and Chen Xi even played a song for grandpa together—Wen Zhuo played the piano, and Chen Xi played the violin.

This is a rule in previous years. Every year, Wen Zhuolai will play the piano for his grandfather's birthday, and Chen Xi will play the violin, to show everyone the excellence of the two "rich children", and then they can eat something casually.

From a certain point of view, the "performance at grandpa's house" is the same as going to "competition for father". Simple, Wen Zhuo can do it very well.

After a performance, Wen Zhuo quietly left the stage, found a corner and stuffed some pastries for himself to eat, and while eating, a girl approached to strike up a conversation with Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo didn't know this girl well, and Wen Zhuo didn't have much contact with girls, so he was at a loss.

"Hello." The girl is very beautiful, wearing a red dress, has a cute little face, looks very enthusiastic, like a little butterfly, flying around Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo was obviously a little nervous, he put down the pastry in his hand, and nodded with others: "Hello."

"My surname is Li, and my father is Li Guoqiang, the boss of the construction company. I just saw you play the piano very well. Did you learn to play the piano before?"

As soon as Wen Zhuo nodded, the girl continued to "giggle" and said with a smile: "I have learned to dance, ballet, I have danced for eight years, by the way, do you have time recently? I have a competition and need a piano The pianist is here to accompany me, the pianist I used to work with is sick, would you like to come and help me in an emergency?"

When it came to the end, the girl clasped her hands together and waved at Wen Zhuo pitifully: "Please, can you help me?"

The girl's request made it difficult for Wen Zhuo to refuse, Wen Zhuo stuttered twice, and then asked her: "You are the match that day, my friend