"Teacher Shen, I, I don't understand what you're talking about, what do you want to say?"

Zhang Xiaoyi's father's anger came very quickly, although his brain couldn't turn around all of a sudden, and he couldn't sort out the logic in the middle, but he vaguely sensed that Shen Xiao was going to say about the reason for his son's death, and he would definitely not let him go.

Shen Xiao also keenly captured the panic in Zhang Xiaoyi's father's tone.

He's not stupid, he's already realized something.

Under normal circumstances, Shen Xiao would end the conversation when he got here. Because the child is dead, no matter how much you turn out the truth of the child's death in a bloody way, nothing good will come of it. The living still have to live, and the only one who is really unfortunate is the one who died.

But this time was different.

Shen Xiao was dragged to 2004 and witnessed Zhang Xiaoyi's death. She knew she had been summoned, and that notebook needed some changes from her, perhaps...... Maybe it's because Zhang Xiaoyi's soul doesn't give up, he wants his father to know what he died for.

Since Zhang Xiaoyi's soul has this request, then Shen Xiao can only bite the bullet and continue.

"Xiao Yi's father, I'll show you something. ”

Shen Xiao took out a homework book from his bag and put it in the middle of the desk: "This was found in Xiao Yi's desk." After you tore up the web novel written by Xiao Yi before, Xiao Yi doesn't seem to have stopped writing. He continued to write in school, wrote a lot of books, and I think...... That's enough to tell. ”

"He's still writing?!" Zhang Xiaoyi's father habitually became angry: "I have educated him, I have said countless times not to engage in these things that have nothing to do with study, but he just doesn't listen......, he just doesn't listen!

Zhang Xiaoyi's father scolded and spitted while reaching for his homework book. Shen Xiao saw that he was about to tear it again, she immediately lowered her face and snatched the homework book back with lightning speed.

Zhang Xiaoyi's father stretched out his hand to take it and was stunned.

Shen Xiao's black eyes were cold, like endless glaciers, flashing with a chilling glow: "Xiao Yi's father, this is Xiao Yi's last relic." Please also do not cause damage to it. ”

Zhang Xiaoyi's father's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Zhang Xiaoyi's mother cried, she raised her hand and beat her husband: "This is my son's thing, do you still want to tear it, can you tear it up, you !!"

Zhang Xiaoyi's father was beaten like a quail, but he still didn't make a sound.

Officer Li hurriedly spoke out to control the scene.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoyi's parents finally calmed down. Xiao Yi's mother collapsed in the chair, wanting to cry without tears. Xiao Yi's father rubbed his hands irritably: "Teacher Shen, say what you want to say, don't hide it!"

Shen Xiao didn't respond immediately, but continued to take out the homework book from his bag and put it on the table.

Xiao Yi's parents watched as Shen Xiao took out one, two, and three books from his bag......

Finally, a whole stack of homework books was piled up on the table.

"Xiao Yi's father, take a look, Xiao Yi wrote so many online novels in his spare time in school. Shen Xiao put his hand on the top of the pile of homework books: "Do you think that writing a novel is happy or painful for Xiao Yi?"

Xiao Yi's father looked at the pile of homework books under the beautiful and fair-skinned jade hand in a daze, and was speechless for a long time.

Xiao Yi's mother burst into tears.

"It's happy, when he writes these novels, it's happy......" Xiaoyi's mother trembled and cried.

Xiao Yi's father still didn't speak.

He couldn't help but think of that afternoon, after Xiao Yi came home from school, he routinely rummaged through his son's schoolbag, and found a pile of manuscript paper inside, which was densely filled with words.

He was immediately furious, and the anger rushed to his head, and he didn't think of anything, and under his son's frightened and pleading gaze, he tore the manuscript paper to shreds.

He still remembered that the manuscript papers were torn apart by him and scattered from his hands, like snowflakes.

The son's face at that time was as white as a snowflake.

Then he beat his son.

But that time, no matter how he beat him, his son didn't even cry.

Later, when he was too tired to move, his son went back to his room.

Through the door, he heard a muffled cry.

He knew that it was his son hiding under the covers and crying quietly.

It's good to cry. He thought with relief at the time: If you can cry, it means that you will repent, and if you don't cry if you are afraid of beating, it means that the child is not saved.

So he went away contentedly, and let his son cry bitterly.

Looking back now, he was ...... It's been blinded by lard, right?

Writing this novel made my son so happy, so happy that he wanted to write it despite everything, and he wrote so much......

And what did he do?

He actually tore apart all the roots of his son's happiness......

He ruined his son's happiness with his own hands.

Ruined, the son's happiness.

Xiao Yi's father suddenly gasped, as if he had been burned, and his whole body shrank back, trying to get as far away from the homework book on the table as possible.

He can't take it, he can't face it...... If his son committed suicide because of pain, then ...... he ruined his son's happiness?!

He can't accept it!

It's all the game's fault, if it weren't for the game, the son wouldn't have been able to write this kind of thing, and he wouldn't have ruined a happy son!

Xiao Yi's father suddenly raised his head, and the eyes of the trapped beast covered with red blood stared at Shen Xiao's face.

He wanted to justify, he wanted to curse the game loudly, but when he touched Shen Xiao's cold eyes, he couldn't say a word of those words.

Shen Xiao picked up the homework book on the table and flipped it open: "I don't think either of you have read the novel written by Xiao Yi, why don't you let me read a few sentences to the two of you?"

"No!" Xiao Yi's father subconsciously refused.

He was scared, he was really scared.

He didn't dare to listen.

Shen Xiao ignored him and looked at Xiao Yi's mother.

Xiao Yi's mother nodded with tears: "You want to listen, you ...... Read it, I'll listen to ......" Before the words fell, she covered her face and cried bitterly.

Shen Xiao nodded, opened the homework book, and started reading from the title.

"The Watchmen's Biography, NE-Worden, this story is pure fiction......"

Shen Xiao read as he spoke, his eyes staring at Xiao Yi's father's face.

I saw Xiao Yi's father's expression stiff, his cheeks tightened, his nose dilated, and he kept panting.

"Chapter 1, Prequel - I'm a piece of trash. ”