Chapter 1417: Fan Wai II: Rather Only 12

"Yueling~" Xia Jian couldn't help but sigh in her heart, she was really a stupid woman, she was cold to everything on the surface, and she didn't care about anyone, but even if she hated, she didn't know how completely she wanted to hate.

She prides herself on being cold, but she has more kindness than anyone else.

Whoever hurts her, time, will be able to make her heal this hurt little by little.

Just like him.

Xia Jian also thought that if it was him, with a father who sold his daughter like this, he would be eager to crush his bones and scatter ashes.

People die greatly, no matter whether the past resentment can be let go or not, the dead will always need the help of their relatives to settle down.

Ning An was placed in Tian's house, because of Ning Yueling's refusal, Xia Jian just booked a ticket for her and personally sent her on the plane, and arranged for someone to wait for her to pick her up at the airport after she got off the plane and go back to her hometown.

Since Ning Yueling followed Xia Jianyi, she never returned to this home.

Including the transfer procedures and so on, Xia Jian also arranged for someone to take care of it, Ning Yueling couldn't even count how many years it had been, and the small county town that she had fallen when she left has now prospered.

Ning Yueling's hometown is a small rural village less than 20 minutes away from the small county town, and the wooden houses of the past have now become brick houses rising from the ground, just like the changes in Houkeng Village, and even some rich villagers have built houses into single-family villas.

In the same place, every corner of this place is full of her sad childhood growth.

She even remembered that she had escaped a night of lightning and thunder under that tree to avoid her drunken father.

In front of me, it was as if the scene had reappeared, and the thunder was roaring and deafening.

The heavenly pine stood tall in that clearing, but the trunk was a few thicker circles.

Ning Yueling seemed to see that the ten-year-old girl, squatting against the trunk with her arms crossed, she looked up with her head, looking at the night sky with lightning and thunder with some fear, and the raindrops the size of beans hit her face one by one from the gaps in the leaves, which hurt very much.

This is her hometown, but at this time, there is no place for her to hide from the rain.

The home with its dilapidated eaves was delayed because she had a drunken father.

All around, every house was brightly lit, but because of her father, who was good at gambling and drinking, and fierce and domineering, none of the villagers dared to open the door to let her go in to hide from the rain.

A ten-year-old girl, leaning against the trunk of a tree, shivered with fear as she looked at the half of the sky illuminated by lightning.

In this world, people are indifferent, and no one in the village is close to her.

In this world, where people come and go, what can give her the most sense of security is an old pine tree that can't speak.

A ten-year-old girl, she doesn't even know how to complain about her life, there is no warmth, her all year round, is cold.

She only knows that she hates this world, hates her mother who gave birth to her but abandons her, and she hates her father who has always lived but always abused her.

Everything is like yesterday.

However, the surrounding scenery has all changed.

Even the pine tree that could heal her wounds silently was old.

And now, the man who made her hate to the core, who cursed early death every day and every night, is no longer in this world.

"Miss Ning?" The driver looked back at Ning Yueling, who had parked the car under the old pine tree, and asked aloud, "Do you still need to go on?" Mr. Xia instructed me to deliver you to your doorstep in person. ”

"Keep going, and I'll stop when you're there." Ning Yueling came back to her senses and nodded, and let the driver continue to move forward with a vague memory.

If nothing has changed, less than a kilometer in front of her is the place where she once couldn't escape - home.

Yes, just one kilometer, let a ten-year-old girl spend the whole night hiding under the big pine tree in the night of lightning and thunder, alone to face the fear of the rainy night, alone to survive every minute and second of the night.

But a thousand meters away, she obviously had a home, but it was a place that scared her more than the night.