Bian Jin feels that he is the happiest Bian Xiaojin today!

Woooooo

Excited, he wanted to roll around on the carpet!

Bian Jin told Yaoyao the story of the soft-shelled turtle.

The shell of the soft-shelled turtle was missing a small horn, and Bian Jin sat and sat next to Yaoyao, looking like a puppy begging rua.

"Miss, do you know why this soft-shelled turtle is missing a horn?"

Tong Yaoyao shook her head.

"I don't know."

Bian Jin grinned.

"I don't know."

Yaoyao knocked him on the skull.

Bian Jin Bang.

(╥╯^╰╥)

"This is what I found from my grandfather's house, when he died, no one cared about him, or I found his body rotting at home, his body was black and rotten, and there were maggots lying on his body."

"To be honest, it looks horrible and disgusting, and it was the first time I saw a dead person, but I didn't feel terrible but pathetic."

"This old grandfather died so desolately, he didn't wait for his son for half his life."

"But after he died, his son and daughter came."

"Very beautiful men and women, dressed fashionably, and wearing perfume to look sven, they don't care how the old man died, no matter how everything in this house is the same as when they left the house......"

"There are also elementary school textbooks in the room with the pages and footers rolled up, useful exercise books that have been used but neatly placed, and book covers that the old man has given him."

"In the eyes of these people, all they have is whether the house can be demolished, whether it can be sold for money, and who should the property rights of the house belong to."

"They were so funny that I was thinking that if I could kill someone, I would put them all in the wall......"

"Of course, I wouldn't do that, I just secretly took one of the things inside that had nothing to do with them."

"A soft-shelled turtle that I caught with my grandfather, this one belongs to me."

Bian Jin said, quietly clenching the shell of the little turtle, that stubborn and even a little paranoid emotion has a reason.

What he saw from an early age was not the innocence and romance of other children.

He was never loved.

What he saw was the ugliest part of human nature, abandoning his father for money, abandoning his children for evading responsibility, and the brutality caused by poverty, the ridicule and bullying he provoked from poverty.

Bian Jin has become what it is now.

Because you can't get it.

So I especially want to get it.

Afraid of losing, so stubborn and paranoid.

Tong Yaoyao looked at Bian Jin, who was holding the shell of the soft-shelled turtle and showing a possessive look, and was actually afraid, pursed her lips, quietly hugged Jin'er's shoulder, and said.

"Then this is Jin'er who fights the king with me, and this one is mine."

This paranoid and stubborn, sick and sensitive child.

It's her good boy who smashes it.

Yaoyao's father's love is overflowing.

Bian Jin's heart beat faster, and he felt relieved that he had never felt before.

So, the happy Bian Jin told Yaoyao about his childhood for almost one night, and it was basically dark at first, and he once saw an uncle push his drunken wife down the mountain.

He has also seen people throw away children who are born and cannot afford to raise.

There's everything in that impoverished mountainous area.

But when he got to the end, he began to say that the stars in the mountains were also very bright, which was especially suitable for watching ghost stories.

At three o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on Bian Jin's door.

Qiu Quan's impatient voice came from the door.

"No training? Still talking? ”

Bian Jin was reading a horror story book with Tong Yaoyao with his head down, and the more he read it, the more energetic he became, but when he heard the sound of knocking on the door, the people who watched the ghost story were startled.

Subsequently, Bian Jin proposed.

"Tell Qiu Quan to watch it together?"