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The irritable and heated emotions seemed to be completely drowned out by a bucket of ice water. Liao Muyang was a little annoyed that he just blindly let his emotions surge and didn't notice Lin Sheng who had left the room.

Brother Liao looked at the child's bewildered look, and he even felt a little overwhelmed that he might scare the child.

He raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, then quickly walked up the stairs and stood in front of Lin Sheng.

And Da Mao, who was drawing circles at Lin Sheng's feet, also seemed to have completed the task of accompanying him. He only waited for Liao Muyang to stand beside Lin Sheng, and then he walked down the stairs very spiritually, and started again. Lazily lay back in the nest.

Brother Liao lowered his eyes and looked at the child with his head bowed in front of him. For the first time, he was a little at a loss for words and didn't know what to say. After a few turns of his thoughts, he uttered a sentence that was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing.

"Sheng Zai just woke up, are you hungry? Tell your brother what you want to eat, and he will order takeaway right away."

Lin Sheng shook his head when he heard this, only took a step forward, raised his arms around Liao Muyang's waist like a small animal eager to go home, and then buried his face in Brother Liao's arms.

Liao Muyang watched the child's movements, and did a habitual reaction, bending down to follow the child's running movement and hugging him up.

The child who was picked up could only loosen his hands from Brother Liao's waist and circle the neck instead.

Brother Liao supported the child's buttocks with one arm, and comforted and rubbed the soft little head twice with the other.

"What's the matter, Sheng Bao, did brother scare you just now?"

The kid still buried his face in that neck and refused to move away, only shook his head lightly in response to Liao Muyang's words.

Brother Liao saw the child's clingy and dependent appearance, so he stopped asking questions. He just lowered his head and kissed the little head, then carried the child to the kitchen to heat up a cup of sweet milk, and then carried the child back with the milk Room.

Brother Liao put the ceramic cup filled with milk on the bedside table, and hugged the child into the bed that was still warm.

He sat with his back against the head of the bed, while Lin Sheng sat on Brother Liao's lap, and was tightly wrapped into his arms by Brother Liao.

Since that scene happened just now, Lin Sheng has turned into a little snail without shell, and Liao Muyang is his most secure heart shell.

He wasn't getting emotional, it was just that he couldn't digest the contrast between his father who was like an inescapable nightmare in front of him, and his brother who was like a reversed polarity in front of his brother.

Liao Muyang looked at the little snail in his arms, and patiently stroked his back with his hand little by little, as if he was afraid that his little snail would be immersed in some bad emotions and could not come out.

But fortunately, in this environment full of security, the little snail that shrank its shell finally slowly poked its head out again.

Brother Liao looked at the little head lifted up from the nest of his neck, and only pinched the quilt to wrap him up a bit more tightly. Waiting for the little head to return to normal, Brother Liao took the milk aside, Stuffed it into the child's hand.

"Sheng Bao, drink two more sips of milk to warm up the stomach." After all, the stomach is the beginning of a good mood, and the senses all over the body will be instructed to become more lively when the stomach is warmed up.

Lin Sheng nodded obediently, stretched out both hands to catch the glass, poured more than half of the glass of milk into his mouth in small gulps, and then slowly stopped.

Seeing that the child stopped drinking, Liao Muyang took the ceramic cup and put it back on the bedside.

He hugged the tightly wrapped child, bowed his head and gently kissed the lip that was still frothy after drinking milk, and then said what should have been done long ago.

"Does Sheng Bao want to chat with brother now?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, brother can accompany you to draw a picture or watch a movie for a while, anyway, Sheng Bao promises brother not to think about those bad things, okay?"

The low and hoarse voice was not at all violent like when talking to Lin Shuping, it was soft without the bottom line.

Lin Sheng looked at Liao Muyang's eyes full of concern and worry, nodded his head obediently, and then gestured to "I want to talk to my brother."

Liao Muyang slowly rubbed his little head, read the words of all the children's gestures, and then continued: "Okay, can Sheng Zi tell my brother about the situation of the family?"

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's words and thought about it, then continued to nod his head.

Brother Liao knows that the kid is very good and almost responds to every request, but he doesn't know if there will be any extremely bad memories in these situations, so he can only add another sentence: "If there is anything Sheng Zai doesn't want to say , then don’t say it, don’t force yourself to think about it, okay?”

The underlying meaning of these words was too obvious, Lin Sheng could understand clearly no matter how slow his reaction was, he knew what his brother was worried about, and he didn't want his brother to worry so much, so he nodded his head repeatedly.

It's just that the child's expressive ability has always been weak, which allows him to express the situation at home by himself. He is like a headless chicken and can't find a good entry point.

Brother Liao noticed this carefully, so the last chat still became a usual question and answer.

"Are Sheng Bao's grandparents still there?"

Lin Sheng shook his head, and called with the memo on Brother Liao's phone.

"Grandpa and grandma passed away very early. They were very good to me when I was young, just like Grandma Huang and Grandpa Liao were kind to me."

The child's mood became a little depressed when the word "death" was typed, Brother Liao obviously noticed it, so the words after that only asked more and more softly.

"What about grandpa and grandma?"

"They died when I was three, so early, I was too young to remember."

"Does Shengzi have any uncles or aunts?"

"My father is an only child, and my mother has an older brother, but I haven't seen him since I was a child."

With these three questions alone, Liao Muyang already had a rough analysis of this family.

The old man left long ago because there is no root for gathering, and if there is no relatives, then there is no one who can see but is in charge. Thinking about this, Liao Muyang looked at the thin child in his arms, and his heart began to feel numb again.

"What about Sheng Bao's mother? I don't think I've seen her, nor heard you mention her."

Liao Muyang couldn't be more careful when he asked this question. He probably guessed that the word "mother" would not be a very good memory for Lin Sheng before asking. It's just that there are some things to be resolved, and he has to ask about this topic.

When the child heard this question, he was more depressed than when he heard the first question. Seeing that something was wrong, Brother Liao wanted to divert the topic, but he saw that the child had already started typing.

"My mother left home when I was 12 and never came back."

"I can't speak, it's embarrassing to be disabled, and my father would beat her a lot because of it, so she doesn't like me."

"Although she doesn't like me, is indifferent to me and annoys me, she never hit me. I am very grateful to her."

"After she left, my father's temper became more irritable. When I was a child, I often expected my mother to come back, but I didn't want her to come back, because she would definitely be beaten when she came back. I knew that my father's hands were heavy and painful."

"I don't want my mother to be hurt. She used to cry alone in the corner of the living room at night, covering her mouth and not daring to make a sound. Sometimes she would scold me fiercely when she saw me, but occasionally she would scold me. Then hugged me tightly and cried even harder."

"I knew that my mother was very unhappy, and when I grew up, I gradually realized that it was a good thing for her to leave."

"So I never expect her to come back, because I know she won't cry anymore and she will be happy after leaving this house."

The last sentence was spoken by Lin Sheng from the bottom of his heart. Since he got to know Liao Muyang and the world that left that family, he really understood why his mother left so quietly and decisively.

As he said, leaving this home is a good thing.

Liao Muyang looked at the words and the length of the words slowly typed out by the child, and he clearly understood that the mother might have some inexplicable meaning in Lin Sheng's heart.

It's just that this special meaning has become insignificant in Brother Liao's heart at this moment compared with the belittlement, self-blame, and humbleness that come with these words.

"The disabled are shameful." These six words pierced into Liao Muyang's heart like steel needles.

He didn't dare to think about how much beating, scolding and discrimination the baby he was pampering had suffered because he couldn't speak, because just these few words were enough to fill his throat with soreness and bitterness.