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Jiang Wanzi seldom has such a side. After learning about You Yingxi's situation from You Zhuangchen, a series of behaviors completely derailed.Seeing movies as life, she chose You Yingxi at that moment. No wonder everyone present was stunned?When she saw the fingerprints floating on You Yingxi's face and the bruises at the corners of her mouth, she was gone? She was always considerate and gentle.

This distressed and angry scolding was even more out of control. She couldn't help but took several deep breaths, scratched? scratched her hair, hoping that she could calm down.

Can't remember the last time I was so impulsive?

Jiang Wanzi has been far from such a description since she was a child.She is like Nuwa who forgot to create a human being? In addition to the defective products of the seven emotions and six desires, she made it when she returned to the factory? It is a pity not to repair it? The very matching ingredients are difficult to blend with this body. incomplete.

Taste loneliness, get used to loneliness, and even enjoy loneliness.

On the surface, she has many friends and many partners, but her heart is always closed.When others knock on the door, she won't open it, and what can go in is the existence that she wants to put in her heart.

Like the day Kang Yin passed away and held a funeral.Kang Yin's daughter, Jiang Wanzi's mother, Ms. Wen Yijing, came late from the negotiation table in a foreign country, wearing a solemn and solemn black formal attire, with a small white flower pinned to her chest.

She bent down and put a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone to mourn.

Wherever Wen Yijing looked, she saw her daughter's hand.

The hands of her four sons are different. The 16-year-old Jiang Wanzi, the girl's youthfulness has not faded, her attire is all black, and the complexion of that hand is like snow in the misty rain.

Jiang Wanzi bent down and reached out to hold it? That bouquet of gorgeously packaged flowers must be expensive? She turned her face sideways and looked at her mother from the same angle.Beside him were two attendants holding black umbrellas, surrounded by guests who came to express their condolences, silent.

The two of them didn't even open their mouths, only the sound of crackling rain was left, like firecrackers that were used for funerals a long time ago.

Didn't Wen Yijing know what Jiang Wanzi was going to do? She hadn't fulfilled her responsibility to raise her children, and her feelings were weak.After more than ten hours of long-distance flight, she was exhausted. She was about to look away and straighten up when Jiang Wanzi suddenly threw the bouquet of flowers towards her so hard that the bouquet fell apart and fell on Wen Yi. Quiet feet.

There was rain on the bouquet, Wen Yijing's clothes were wet, a few scattered flowers stuck to her hair, she looked quite embarrassed.

Wen Yijing laughed? Laughed: "What? Are the wings stiff?"

The attendant handed over the paper towel, and she gently patted off the petals and wiped away the water stains. After a while, she was decent again.

"I don't? Polite, I don't? Filial piety, I admit my fault." Jiang Wanzi took two steps forward, standing between the tombstone and Wen Yijing with her thin body like a girl.

Jiang Wanzi: "What about you?"

Her voice was lowered, partly because she didn't want others to hear her. She was still young, but she also knew that it was a family scandal that the old man's only daughter didn't come to see her off when she was dying. .

"Grandma wanted to see you before she left, but you didn't come, what are you doing now?"

Jiang Wanzi lowered her eyes and glanced at the wilting flowers in the rain: "Do you think she cares about your bouquet of flowers?"

"Whether you gave it to her or to yourself, you know."

People who are far away may not know what happened? What, the members of the Jiang family and the Wen family all witnessed this scene a few steps away.Jiang Chengyi was the first to attack, and with a gloomy face, he was going to scold his daughter severely.

But Jiang Wanzi snatched the attendant's umbrella, no? Gu Jiang Xudong dissuaded her, and went straight to the outside of the cemetery.

Between the heaven and the earth, that figure was going backwards, walking past the crowd that boiled like cold water pouring into a frying pan. She was dressed in the same black as everyone else, stepping away from the prevalent hypocrisy of the secular world, and heading towards an unknown distance.

At that moment, the sky was overcast, it was still raining, and the air was damp and cold.In the coldness and desolation, only her body was hot, with a heart that had no place to rest because of her grandmother's death. She cried as she walked, many, many, uncontrollable sadness and loneliness.

Right now, it's just history repeating itself, the second time in her life she was born human.

After that scolding, You Yingxi stared at Jiang Wanzi, looked and looked, blinked and blinked, then she squatted down, hugged her knees, buried her face in it, and went in.At first it was choked up, almost silent like a newborn kitten, Jiang Wanzi felt uncomfortable when she heard it, wanted to comfort her, but endured it again, thinking that it would be good for her to cry.

And then later it was crying? It became a sound, and Jiang Wanzi disappeared immediately? The previous thought.

This crying, she felt too uncomfortable, her heart was pierced like a knife, that's about it.

Jiang Wanzi sighed, and squatted down, facing You Yingxi. Before she could speak, the girl stretched out her hands towards her and hugged her tightly.The force was a bit strong, Jiang Wanzi was caught off guard? She was almost brought back to sit on the ground by this force. The temperature of the ground was cold, and You Yingxi's chin resting on her shoulder was numb.

On the wall behind the door obliquely opposite her, under the reflection of the light, she and her figure blend together, like a fictional thought framed in a corner, which evaporates from the world when the light goes out at dawn.

No matter how gentle and sweet the comfort is, it is not as good as a hug. Jiang Wanzi knows that people are really fragile and sensitive animals. Words and actions can't express their emotions. They can only hope for the zero distance in the body.

She has always boasted that she has already seen the true meaning of it, and now she is willing to become the so-called low animal in her own mouth. She hesitated? Got it? Shoot.

"What? Did you scold me?" Jiang Wanzi laughed.

She knew it wasn't, she just wanted to hear the part that she hadn't revealed last time.

You Yingxi's tears never stopped, her voice was already soft, mixed with crying, she shook her head fiercely, and denied: "No, no? Yes."

She has a lot to say, but before that, Jiang Wanzi's suspicion must be cleared, isn't it? She made her cry.

How could it be.

Obviously she saved? herself.

You Yingxi came here on instinct, the instinct to survive, but her original intention was to stay in the space with Jiang Wanzi's breath, and she could survive after a few breaths.It's not that she likes to bother others, she feels annoyed by such annoyance again and again, and she's even more afraid that Jiang Wanzi will annoy her.You Yingxi just wants to cherish, there are too few people in this world who really treat her well?

She doesn't want much, just a hug, close to the skin through the clothes, feeling the heartbeat of the other party with different frequencies, this kind of intimacy is enough for her to feel at ease, and the desire to talk is almost gushing out.

"Of course I know it hurts, and I don't? I'm a fool, Jiang Wanzi, but she is my mother." You Yingxi's tears fell one by one. She has had too many grievances. After so many years, Has been backlog in the heart, no one has ever asked.

Too long?, buried in her heart for too long?, so long that she thought it had rotted long ago?, how could she know that when it was dug out from the soil, it was still a memory mixed with flesh and blood, as if it had been peeled off her body alive? An old sore.

"When she was not crazy, it wasn't like that, but in fact, it wasn't that bad. She would buy me a beautiful little dress, a doll bear that was much taller than me, and a good one." Snacks to eat. But these are all because my sister found her and said that my mother and sister really fit this dress. Mom and sister like this doll bear very much. Mom, this biscuit is really delicious? Bring a pack for my sister. "

A picture of the past appeared in front of You Yingxi, her eyes blurred with tears: "In the eyes of others, what my sister and I got is the same. We are both very happy, but in fact, only I know that it is completely different. What I get is what my sister helped me. The one who wants to come is my mother's reward for my sister's face."

"Since birth, she has hated me to the core. She doesn't want to remember my birthday, doesn't she know what I like, and she doesn't even know that I'm allergic to peanuts. After she goes crazy, she can't tell the difference between imagination and reality. , how many times have I really almost died?."

Jiang Wanzi was listening quietly, and couldn't help but feel happy when she heard this, and sighed three times in her heart.

Many emotions were completely released, and the 17-year-old mind could not suppress the great sorrow. Jiang Wanzi noticed that You Yingxi's body had been trembling violently.

"I went to see a psychiatrist. He said that my sister's death had nothing to do with me, and neither did my mother's illness. But every time she, every time she..."

At this time, You Yingxi's tears had gradually stopped, her teeth were chattering coldly, she bit her lip tightly, but couldn't help it.The right hand was gently opened, and Jiang Wanzi held it? That cold hand, with fingers bent towards the gap between the fingers, You Yingxi was able to calm down slowly due to the temperature transmission under the interlocking fingers.

"She would scold me every time she tortured me, if not? It's you, how could my daughter die, you compensate me, and you return my daughter to me."

"It's like this every time, day after day. I always feel that it's my fault. If it wasn't for me, my sister would still be alive and my mother would be crazy."

So a few hours ago, when Yu Shurong left scars on her body with a lady's belt, she didn't hide, but covered her head and face, gritted her teeth, and didn't cry out no matter how painful it was, no? Of course, she was really with a dog. There is no difference.

I don't know how long it took, but Yu Shurong was tired. She threw down her belt and went upstairs like a dead body.

When Aunt Liu heard the sound, she was startled when she saw the girl staggering up while holding the sideboard.The scars were much more serious than she had imagined, because You Yingxi didn't make a sound, so she didn't know that her body would be covered in cuts and bruises, and her exposed forearm couldn't bear to be seen.

When Jiang Wanzi heard this, she couldn't help asking, "Where's Uncle You?"

You Yingxi smiled wryly and said, "Father, it's much better. But he's very busy with work and doesn't have much time to go home. After all these years, he's also tired. If adults want to escape from the family, it's always easier than us."

Seeing that she finally had no tears and her clothes were wet, Jiang Wanzi wanted to tease her: "There are so many tears, little crying bag, your clothes are all wet by you."

Jiang Wanzi smiled fondly, and You Yingxi simply wiped away her tears with the clean material on the other side of her clothes, and said, "Anyway, your clothes are only worn a few times."

She had just finished crying, with a strong nasal voice and a milky voice.

It's really rare to see her like this, lively and cute, with a slightly wrinkled nose making a grimace.

The curtains of the lounge were left open, and the moonlight outside came in, and cold wind was blowing in from the window.

You Yingxi leaned on Jiang Wanzi's shoulder, accompanied by the whisper of the wind that belonged to the night, she said softly:

"So, Jiang Wanzi, don't I? I don't know it hurts."

"I just don't have anyone who loves me."

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