Acting as a substitute

Bo Shenyan was particularly shocked by Yuan Jiayi's cold-bloodedness. He was standing less than half a meter away from Yuan Jiayi, but at this moment it seemed as if he was separated by the Milky Way.

"Shen, does Mr. Bo think I'm good at deceiving people?"

Seeing the heartbroken look on the man's face, Yuan Jiayi felt a sense of pleasure out of thin air.

With more effort, Bo Shenyan completely left his life.

Bo Shenyan's tie had been pulled loose by himself, mixed with confused tears in his eyes, if he didn't smell of alcohol, he would look like a drunkard at this moment.

"But he's your brother." Bo Shenyan still wanted to win over.

As for Yuan Jiayi, he was sure of it. If Yuan Jiayi wanted money, he could give it to him, as much or as much as he wanted.

Although he received an open education from the West, Bo Shenyan's thoughts are more stubborn than many traditional people.

Since he touched Yuan Jiayi, he would never let him go in this life.

If Yuan Jiayi really refused to do a bone marrow matching for Sheng Lan, then he could only send someone to screen in the bone marrow bank. As long as he could afford the price, he would send that donor Please come here, as long as this kindness is repaid, he will not owe the Sheng family any more.

Yuan Jiayi still turned a deaf ear, leaned his head on the shoe cabinet and said nothing.

After a while, he raised his head, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes, "If there is something wrong with Sheng Lan's heart, if I don't give it to him, you will still cut my body open for him?"

"In your heart, is this what I am?" Bo Shenyan's eyes overflowed with pain.

Yuan Jiayi raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it?"

Bo Shenyan had never felt a father's love, and he didn't want Yuan Jiayi to do the same, so part of the reason why he wanted Yuan Jiayi to help Sheng Lan so much was that he hoped that the father-son relationship between Yuan Jiayi and Sheng Jianghe could be repaired.

He will still not be relentless in punishing Sheng Jianghe, but Yuan Jiayi is a kind person, and one day after many years, he may still want to fulfill his filial piety because he misses his father.

He just didn't want to disappoint Yuan Jiayi.

"I hope your decision will not make you regret it."

No matter what choice Yuan Jiayi makes, Bo Shenyan will always respect him and support him. Although disappointment with him is inevitable, but he loves him and is willing to pamper him.

But when Yuan Jiayi heard these words, it had a different meaning.

He knew that Bo Shenyan, who didn't know the whole story, must be very disappointed with him at this time, so these words were a disguised farewell.

The tears had been suppressed by Yuan Jiayi, looking at the gentle and tall Bo Shenyan in front of him, he desperately restrained his hands that wanted to hug him, turned his head slightly and stopped looking at him.

"Well, I won't regret it."

Bo Shenyan took a deep look at him.

"it is good."

After that, he opened the door, turned and left.

The sound of closing the door was still as soft as ever, worrying about the force that would wake him up.

The rammed door panel, which had already been replaced by Bo Shenyan, blocked the sound of footsteps gradually receding in the corridor.

Yuan Jiayi finally coughed and bowed down, and sat on the ground exhausted.

"commit a sin."

Lie down and pull his legs out from under Nuomi's body, walking towards Yuan Jiayi with his tail swinging, striding his two long legs back and forth, lying down in front of Yuan Jiayi's face for a closer look, with a voice that shouldn't have The sound of milk made by such a fat and strong dog.

"Huh..."

"You still want to talk to me."

Yuan Jiayi raised his hand to touch its ear, and pulled out an extremely ugly smile.

"Ugh..."

Down can't speak, but it's smart, and it can see the sadness overflowing from Yuan Jiayi.

So it tried to roll itself up like it did when it was a child, and sat on Yuan Jiayi's lap, trying to make him regain his good mood by touching himself.

Yuan Jiayi naturally understands what it means, but it is too heavy to lie down now, it should take a few months to grow into a dog, and the current weight has reached more than 80 kilograms. Yuan Jiayi almost lost his breath and passed away.

In the past, Yuan Jiayi would definitely push it away with a smile, and then say, "I'm so big, you have the nerve to sit on me", but today he hugged his lying body tightly and pushed it away. The four legs of Yuan Jiayi are gathered in his arms, like holding a baby, and he treats them carefully as treasures, but compared to the baby in his arms, Yuan Jiayi at this time is more like a child with a temper, embracing his beloved The doll refuses to let go.

"It's a little idiot to get down."

Yuan Jiayi scolded it in a low voice against the lying down ear.

"Ouch..."

He lay down and stuck out his tongue to lick Yuan Jiayi's face vigorously.

Curse it, curse it, as long as you are happy.

"So is glutinous rice."

Yuan Jiayi laughed and rubbed its face.

"Ouch..."

Lie down on the ground and sit up, ran to the sleeping glutinous rice, leaned over and grabbed the back of its neck, dragged it all the way back to Yuan Jiayi, and gently sat down on Yuan Jiayi again. In Jiayi's arms.

Nuomi slapped her face angrily, jumped onto Yuan Jiayi's shoulder and neck, yawned and wanted to continue sleeping.

Yuan Jiayi embraced the stooped broad back, hid his face in its fluffy hair, and whimpered hoarsely.

"I can not let it go……"

He cried quietly, trying his best to suppress the pain in his heart.

Lie Xia and Nuomi couldn't speak, they could only stare at Yuan Jiayi's face and palms with ignorant eyes, as a companion.

Crying until he lost consciousness a little on his face, Yuan Jiayi came back to his senses amid the cooing bowel sounds of the two cubs. He stroked their heads apologetically, and stood up from the ground holding the shoe cabinet.

"It's all my fault, I forgot to let you eat."

His legs were cold and numb after sitting for a long time, and he almost knelt on the ground as soon as he took a step, and he supported the wall so as not to fall.

Yuan Jiayi hated his useless appearance.

For so many years, he has never been dependent on anyone. Between him and Yuan Miao, he is the one who takes care of her.

When Sheng Jianghe chained his ankles to a small dark room, he didn't cry. He knew that the more he cried, the more he begged for mercy, the worse he would be beaten.

Yuan Miao will be even more unlucky.

Yuan Jiayi still remembers a time when Yuan Miao just finished intravenously injecting the hallucinogenic methamphetamine at a very fast speed. Sure enough, she started to lose her mind, talking nonsense, and even squatting in the corner of the wall, covering her head, and uttered aloud in fear cry bitterly.

But after a while, she stood up, walked towards him slowly with a smirk, took the knife he made in school, and said to him with a smile, "Jiajia, give your hand to Mom, Mom wants you to help me!" busy."

The naive Xiaoyuan Jiayi has always believed in his mother's words. Although seeing Yuan Miao like this, he was also very scared, but out of love and trust for his mother, he still stretched out his waxy little hand and handed it to her.

Yuan Miao took out a bottle, a very dirty drink bottle, and put it aside.

Under his gaze, the utility knife that helped Jiayi Xiaoyuan make countless colorful little houses cut through his palm without hesitation.

"Mom...it hurts..."

The little Yuan Jiayi wrinkled his nose and began to cry, but he didn't dare to cry loudly.

He didn't know why his mother suddenly became like this.

He was about six years old at that time, and he didn't understand many things, thinking that all children need to go through such a painful process in order to grow up.

He thought this was the tempering that the teacher had told them about.

Before Yuan Miao became insane, every once in a while, many people would come to the house, first prick his finger with a long and thin needle, and then after a few hours, they would write again He was brought out from homework, tied to the bed, rolled up his sleeves, and pierced the blood vessel at the crook of his elbow with a longer and thicker needle than before.

It was very painful, dizzy, and nauseating, but Jiayi Xiaoyuan didn't dare to cry, and didn't dare to make a sound.

Because when my mother saw him cry, she would cry heartbreakingly and kneel at a man's feet, begging him not to do it.

Jiayi Xiaoyuan didn't want his mother to cry, so he always obediently listened to the person who drew his blood, but no matter how obedient he was, his mother would still kneel next to that person and beg every time, kowtow until his forehead was covered with blood .

That man was really scary. When Yuan Miao was so annoyed that he couldn't bear it, he leaned over and grabbed Yuan Miao's hair, and motioned for the people behind him to take out a needle and push the cloudy white liquid into Yuan Miao. in the blood vessels.

Yuan Miao scratched her arm in pain, desperately squeezed blood from the wound, and then grabbed the needle from the man's hand, trying to draw out her own blood.

Seeing his mother's miserable appearance rolling all over the ground, Xiaoyuan Jiayi finally cried out. He loudly begged the man not to hurt his mother, and in helplessness, he cried and called that man his father.

He has seen other children's fathers come to pick them up from school, and whenever they called out their fathers, their fathers would lift them up high, laugh loudly and call them good boys.

Xiaoyuan Jiayi doesn't want to be praised as a good boy, he just wants his mother to stop suffering.

"Father, I will be good, don't beat your mother anymore," the little Yuan Jiayi can only cry, he can't beat anyone, and he can't save his mother, so he can only wail loudly, " Dad, please, don't hit mom again."

He didn't understand that his father was different from other children's fathers, and he thought that a man would be happy when he was called this name.

But the man strode over, slapped him on the face, and warned him not to call him dad again, never again.

Xiao Yuan Jiayi was too scared to make a sound.

He looked at his mother lying on the ground, weeping in confusion.

Just like now.

The sunset passed through the clear window, carrying the chill of early spring, trying to cover Yuan Jiayi who was sitting on the carpet.

It seemed to bring him a little warmth.

Lie down and eat glutinous rice with relish.

Yuan Jiayi lay slowly on the ground, staring up at the pale pink sky in a daze.

Winter is over.

Let it rain next time.

He likes rain best.

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感谢在2021-02-1917:47:38~2021-02-2011:45:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Lan Lan;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 sour;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of sour; 10 bottles of running snail; 1 bottle of way_; Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!