That night, Zhang Jinxia took Han Sicheng and Jian Seventeen to Beishan, leaving only Fan Yingying and Zou Yu at home. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Yingying hugged Huang Xiaxia, Huang Xiaxia hugged the kitten, and Zou Yu sat on the sofa with a large bucket of ice cream, staring at Zhou Junrong with five flowers, while digging with a spoon and sending it to his mouth.

Fan Yingying stared at the TV turned on, the variety shows she was acting in now were always noisy, she looked at it twice, and felt that it was not interesting, so she lowered her head and gave Huang Xia Xia Shunmao.

Huang Xiaxia swept away her previous dislike for kittens, and she didn't know if it was because she had been in love for a long time, or for some other reason, the two little things got along very well.

Kitten's dependence on Huang Xiaxia is obviously higher than that of her host.

Huang Xiaxia is actually very good to kittens, taking one step at a time, like a cat mother who protects her cubs.

Zou Yu ate a small half bucket and threw the ice cream on the table: "I'm cold when I eat it." She shrunk her neck, stretched out her foot and kicked Zhou Junrong's foot: "Hey, your mouth is not blocked, can you say something?" ”

Zhou Junrong's eyes were staring at the TV, and he didn't know if he had watched the show on it.

Zou Yu saw that he didn't care about himself, so he kicked him again: "What about talking to you?" Didn't hear me! ”

Zhou Junrong moved his gaze to Zou Yu: "What to say?" ”

After a day of recuperation, Zhou Junrong's cold has improved a lot, and his voice is not as hoarse as before when he speaks.

Zou Yu stretched: "Whatever, let's talk about you." ”

"Me?" Zhou Junrong was silent and didn't speak for a long time.

Fan Yingying turned her head to look at him, Zhou Junrong looked at him in his early twenties, estimated to be about the same age as her, he already had his current cultivation at such a young age, and it was conceivable that he had endured hardships since he was a child.

Most of the people who can endure hardships have perseverance, and such people are generally very stubborn.

Fan Yingying thought that he would not answer Zou Yu's question, because few people were willing to mention this kind of personal privacy to outsiders.

But she obviously misestimated Zhou Junrong.

After being quiet for a while, Zhou Junrong suddenly laughed, a mocking sneer.

"When I was three years old, my mother died of illness, my father pulled me to grow up to four years old, he got married again, and my stepmother remarried with her child, and she was very bad to me after entering the door, all behind her back, in front of my father, she always pretended to be very loving."

Zhou Junrong's eyes are very good-looking, slender and long, and when he speaks, the tails of his eyes are slightly pressed down, which looks quite deep.

"My dad was honest and didn't have any heart, I was young at the time, and I was ignorant, I was frightened by my stepmother, and I didn't dare to tell my dad about any grievances. When I was five years old, my stepmother stole people and was bumped into by me, and she took me to the county in a car while my dad was out to work, and threw me away. ”

Zhou Junrong's tone was particularly calm when he spoke, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"I wandered around the county for two days, I was hungry, and when I was about to faint, I met my master, who happened to come out to do errands, and when he met me, he felt that it was quite fateful, so he took me back and raised me from childhood to adulthood."

At the mention of Yu Jianghai, Zhou Junrong's numb face was slightly warm: "The master is very good to me and has always taken good care of me, while other senior brothers were naughty and bullied when they were young, and beat me behind my back while no one was paying attention, and cleaned me up." I didn't dare to sue, but the master accidentally learned about it, called all the brothers together, and beat him hard, and since then, I have been with him, and no one has bullied me again. ”

When Zhou Junrong said this, his eyes softened.

Fan Yingying listened to it in her ears, but she didn't feel as warm and considerate as he did.

She thought about what Zhang Jinxia had said before, Yu Jianghai's biological father was his master, a child who had been by his father's side since he was a child, but he couldn't recognize him, where could his psychology be normal?

Fan Yingying deeply suspected that when Yu Jianghai saw Zhou Junrong, who was lonely and helpless and cruelly abandoned by his stepmother, he should have thought of his childhood.

Yu Jianghai should not have had a very smooth life in his early childhood, his father should not dare to blatantly treat him well in order to cover up the relationship between the two people, he entered the division at a young age, and he may not know what it will be like to be bullied by his fellow brothers, so he will be so angry that he beats all his protégés when he sees Zhou Junrong being bullied and does not dare to sue.

Looking at Zhou Junrong, Fan Yingying was still a little suspicious before, but now she has a firm idea, Yu Jianghai will definitely come to save him, and she will not let him be trapped here as a hostage.

In Jiang Hai's heart, Zhou Junrong may no longer be an ordinary apprentice, but a doppelganger of him, a child he has been attached to since he was a child.

Yu Jianghai worked hard to take care of Zhou Junrong, raise him up, and let him grow up and become strong little by little with the life he once hoped he could live.

Zhou Junrong will love and admire Jiang Hai like this, which is inseparable from Jiang Hai's doting on him.

These two people probably regarded each other as their closest relatives for a long time.

Zhou Junrong paused and continued: "Later, when I grew up, when I first learned to refine the urn cup, I got a Yin Soul, a not very powerful Yin Soul, in front of my peers, it was not a very powerful character, but for ordinary people, it was strong enough to make them scared and scattered.

The corners of Zhou Junrong's mouth pursed a sneer: "I was twelve years old that year, carrying an urn cup, and I didn't even tell my master, I quietly slipped down the mountain, and I went to my stepmother for revenge."

I have a very good memory since I was a child, and although I was still young at that time, I still remember the places I have traveled and the places I have visited. It took me a week to find my home.

I arrived in the morning, and I was lying on the courtyard wall, watching my dad and my stepmom sitting in the yard washing the hair of the child my stepmom had brought, my dad holding a ladle and pouring water down, and my stepmom rubbing the child's head.

At that time, I was about to explode, and I almost rushed out uncontrollably, and my lips were bitten and bleeding, so I couldn't hold back.

In the evening, I entered the house, first went to the child's room, released the ghost, sucked the child's yang energy dry, and when he became a dry corpse, I carried his body to my father's and stepmother's house.

When I walked to the door, I listened to my dad lying on the bed and chatting with my stepmother, they were talking about the child's future schooling, praising the child's good learning and future development, I stood there and listened quietly for a while, but my father didn't even mention me.

I was very sad at the time, even more sad than when I was just thrown away by my stepmother, my dad had forgotten me, I always thought he was my closest person, but he actually forgot me. (To be continued.) )