He looked back at the people on the stairs, his eyes mixed with a bit of impatience and disgust: "What are you crazy about?"

It's not been a day or two since he was like this, usually Wen Chengguo doesn't pay attention to him, but tonight, the old man's temper seems to be extraordinarily big.

"Am I crazy?" Wen Chengguo snorted coldly, and his tone was stern: "See for yourself what you look like now? Chengri wanders outside like a lonely ghost! What art and freedom do you want to pursue, the Wen family's face has been disgraced by you!"

"Isn't this all thanks to you?" Wen Zihua stared at him coldly, his brows did not wrinkle, and his tone was cold and hard: "Why did you know why you had to do it today?"

"Shut up!" Wen Chengguo blushed, and there was a bit of hatred in his tone: "How did my Wen family come up with such a worthless thing as you?

As if he had been touched by some reverse scale, Wen Zihua's face suddenly turned cold.

He stared at Wen Chengguo on the stairs, his fingers tightened again and again, the can in his hand was deformed by his grasp, and the brown liquid was wrapped in bubbles and flowed down his fingers.

Wen Zishu heard the movement and opened the door to check, and what appeared in front of him was such a scene.

"Dad. ”

He frowned, called softly, and shook his head to signal him not to talk anymore.

In the next second, Wen Zihua waved his hand and threw the thing in his hand to the ground.

With a thud, the can slid some distance on the smooth floor, the liquid that had been spilled on the floor was still bubbling, and the bread was deflated and curled up in a corner.

Wen Chengguo looked at this scene, and there was still anger on his face.

"I thought you should have a little conscience after all these years. Wen Zihua looked at him fiercely, his eyes were wrapped in unspeakable grief and ruthlessness: "Now that I understand, I shouldn't have any hope for you at all." ”

"A person without a conscience is still a beast no matter how much charity he does. As he spoke, a pair of beautiful amber eyes were gradually clouded with a layer of scarlet.

"Rebel!" Wen Chengguo was incredulous, stretched out his hand and pointed at him tremblingly, his eyes were wide with anger, his breathing was short, and he was about to turn his back on his breath almost in the next second.

Wen Zihua didn't pay attention to him at all, turned around and walked to the door, leaving the huge house, his back cold and lonely.

Wen Zishu hurriedly stepped forward, chased him two steps, turned around and looked at his father again.

"Let him go!" Wen Chengguo was still angry, and with a wave of his big hand, he went upstairs with his back, and his back could still be seen to be a little trembling.

Wen Zishu sighed, turned around and followed his father: "You know that you can't mention this matter, why are you still screwing with him?" He hasn't been home for a long time, and the relationship with you has finally eased during this time, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you hear what he just said?!" Wen Chengguo raised his voice, and his tone was angry: "He said that Lao Tzu is a beast!

"Yes, he is just a hairy child, his blood is strong, and he doesn't choose what to say, you have to get along with him?" Wen Zishu was also helpless.

"You are also a eater, Lao Tzu raised you, and you also helped your brother who was not a good person. Wen Chengguo glared at him, and his tone was still softened.

"Yes, yes, I'm not wrong with me. Wen Zishu perfunctorily, glanced back at the direction his brother left, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

Not many people knew about the events back then, but even if he only heard about it slightly, he still knew that it was indeed his father's mistake.

And, utterly wrong.

This night, Ding Dong didn't sleep very well.

Her head had been sullen and painful, so that her brow never relaxed.

Finally, in the middle of the night, she woke up again from the pain, so she simply sat up from the hospital bed and prepared to get up to go to the bathroom.

But in the darkness, she clearly saw a person sitting on the sofa at the end of the bed, his face facing her direction.

In the silence of the night, in the hospital room, the sound of her and the man's breathing staggered.

In the middle of the night, I found out that there was another person in the room, which has to be said to be a little scary.

The light in the corridor couldn't shine where he was sitting, Ding Dong clutched the quilt on his body, swallowed his saliva, and fumbled to find the switch of the bedside lamp.

Smack-

The whole room was filled with warm lights, and with the help of the lights, Ding Dong found that the person sitting there turned out to be Wen Zihua.

He watched her with misty eyes, and just sat there quietly, not knowing how long he had been watching her.

"Why are you here?" Ding Dong looked at him with some disbelief, feeling that his head hurt even more.

The special care point was resting in the lounge next door, and there was no one walking in the hospital corridor late at night, and I don't know why he came here in the middle of the night.

Hearing her voice, Wen Zihua's eyes moved.

The sloppy gaze gradually focused, and finally landed on her face.

Wen Zihua grinned at her, and there was an abnormal crimson on his face.

There was a vague smell of disinfectant floating in the air, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.

Even as she sat on the end of the bed, she could smell the wine coming from him.

"How much have you drunk?" she frowned, walked over to him in slippers, and gazed at his face carefully.

He looked a little delirious.

He just watched Ding Dong approach him straightly, and the whole person still didn't react.

It wasn't until she stopped in front of him that Wen Zihua suddenly tilted her head, stretched out her hand, and suddenly took her hand.

Ding Dong was startled, and subconsciously wanted to get rid of him, but he clenched him tighter.

In the next second, he hugged her waist with his whole body, buried his head in her soft and warm lower abdomen, and muttered in his mouth: "Weiwei...... Vivi ......"

Ding Dong was stunned for a moment.

He was still saying to himself, "I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... You can take me with you...... It's my fault......"

Her body gradually softened.

Looking at the head with soft hair in front of him, Ding Dong didn't know what to do for a while.

Looks like he's drunk too much and thinks of a certain girl.

I admit my mistake over and over again, but I am holding another person.

"You've mistaken someone. She whispered, grabbing his arm and trying to push him away, but he hugged him tighter.

He just said "I'm sorry" over and over again, repeating the phrase again and again, in a tone that seemed like a slurred murmur and like a persistent whisper.

"Big brother, you should go to the person concerned to apologize. Ding Dong sighed, not knowing what kind of sin he had created and provoked this big Buddha.

Just listening to what he said, the girl seems to be gone?

Probably because he couldn't find the girl, he was so sad. It's just that being held and called the wrong name like this is really a bit unpleasant.

Ding Dong struggled again, and found that he couldn't get rid of him, so he could only stand like this, silent for a long time.

In fact, how could she not understand the deliberate cynicism of Wen Zi's paintings? After the death of the old ghost, she also looked like this heartless.

Only those who have experienced loss will think of using a smile to cover up the loneliness in their hearts.