When Meng Jiarui returned to the small building, the family was looking at Hu Ting's paintings. He secretly stuffed Hu Ting's notebook into his coat and stepped forward.

"Sister, are you really self-taught?" Although there are geniuses in this world, Meng Jiarui still can't believe that a genius has casually dropped from the sky to his house.

"At that time, their art teacher asked me to send her to the city to apprentice, and said that no one in the village could teach her."

Tian Yawen talked about his daughter's past, and he was proud.

Hu Ting shyly grabbed two braids to cover her face, but she didn't block the raised corners of her mouth.

Meng Zhicheng casually picked up the bottom painting, frowned, and hissed twice: "This scene, why do you seem to have seen it somewhere?" ”

Meng Jiarui also felt that the golden rape flowers in the painting seemed familiar.

Meng Qiang said happily: "This is the former Genting Villa," he looked at the painting carefully: "It should not be long before the wasteland was opened, and the ground was full of rape flowers in spring." ”

Meng Zhicheng swallowed his saliva suddenly, and pointed to the two children in the rape flower painting. It was the back of a man and a woman, the little girl was taller, she was holding the little boy's hand, and the little boy was holding a red paper windmill in the other hand.

Meng Zhicheng looked up at Meng Yuting and met her expectant eyes: "This is me?!" ”

Yu Ting grinned, nodded vigorously, and the two braids swayed along.

Meng Lao'er, who was nervous, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, and he stroked the two backs: "I seem to have a little impression that this windmill was made for me by my sister." ”

Hu Ting's head nodded harder, a big smile bloomed on her face like a flower, and her originally pale face was dyed with a layer of red.

It's obviously a happy feeling, but it's a little sour, which is really not good.

Meng Jiarui didn't want the atmosphere to be dull anymore, so he pushed his eldest brother: "The brain is too insufficient, can you forget this?" ”

Meng Zhicheng was unconvinced: "You still peed on me when you were three years old, do you remember?" ”

"Don't wronged me, I've never done anything like this." Meng Jiarui flatly denied it, "You pressed what you did on my head!" It must be, in your head, it's all too normal for this kind of mistake to happen. ”

"Sister, look at Tianzi, he wronged me!" Meng Zhicheng hugged Hu Ting's waist like an old lady: "Sister, help me testify, was I very smart and clever when I was a child?" ”

Meng Yuting nodded, without hesitation, she reached out and touched Meng Zhicheng's head to express comfort, and her movements were particularly gentle, like treating a child.

It may be that Hu Ting was too sleepless and fell asleep without dinner. Meng Qiang and his wife were busy making tea, two days ago because of the relationship between the villa and saved a bunch of farm work, and now they need to rush to work, the old lady and Meng Zhicheng are helping together, and the whole family is full of energy.

Meng Jiarui quietly walked out of the small building and came to the small wooden shed in the orchard, he took out Hu Ting's essay book from his waist and gently rubbed the cover, on the cover was a pencil drawing of the gourd brothers, which was a little dirty.

Meng Jiarui's hesitant hand never dared to open the book. He doesn't know much about Hu Ting, but just that little bit of knowledge is too heavy, not to mention that Zhang Tianyue said that his mother may not be able to live after reading this book.

However, Zhang Tianyue also said that as long as Hu Ting speaks, it is possible to return to normal, and for the sake of her sister's future, it is necessary to understand her past.

Rather than grieving with the whole family, it is better for him to know alone.

Meng Jiarui finally mustered up the courage to turn the first page. On this page is a sketch, which should be what Meng Qiang looked like when he was young, with only a few brushstrokes, and Meng Qiang's naïve state can be seen on the paper.

The next few pages are portraits of Liu Meidi, Tian Yawen and the little boy Meng Zhicheng.

After that, there are mostly words, and Hu Ting's handwriting is very beautiful, and Meng Jiarui read it carefully by means of the street lights in the garden.

You are good or bad, you will only blame me.

They hit me first, every day, why don't you believe me?

I want to go home, I haven't seen Timko yet.

You're not my mom, I miss mom.

Why don't you ever listen to me? I'll never say it again.

Why do you want to change your surname? My surname is Meng, and I was born with the surname Meng. I will not listen to you, and I will never change.

It's better to die now, my surname is still Meng on my tombstone when I die, and I don't need to change it in the future.

Why save me?

The scar is so ugly, my mother will cry when she sees it.

I can't die, maybe, there's a chance to go home......

I'm getting married, they're coming to my wedding, and I'll be able to follow them home! This is my only chance, so happy.

I didn't come, they had forgotten about me......

I don't believe it, you lie, he's my dad!

He's not a father, and she's not a mother, so they don't want me.

Is there anyone else in the world who cares about me? I'm useless, and no one will be sad if I'm dead.

Miss......

If you die, you don't want to.

Meng Jiarui closed the notebook and closed his eyes tightly, his heart twitched several times, his hand was burned by the notebook, and he hated to throw it as far away as possible.

After a while, he gradually calmed his breathing, but he no longer had the courage to continue reading. Hu Ting's shy smile seemed to be in front of him, and he couldn't imagine her determination to seek death.

Is his sister a weak woman or a strong woman?

Compared with Meng Yuting, Meng Jiarui felt that his once heavy life was unbearable. What is the problem that money can solve? He has always had his family by his side, which is the greatest happiness in the world.

Hu Ting is so lonely, that kind of bone-eroding loneliness pierces her heart like a thousand arrows, making her desperate.

Meng Jiarui is glad that he has never tasted despair, even if he almost lost Genting Villa and lost his girlfriend, he has always had supporters by his side.

Meng Jiarui's heart sank to the bottom, he wanted to find someone to talk to, but after thinking about it, only Zhang Tianyue could tell him about it.

He regretted it a little, why was he in a hurry to break up with her? This kind of one-time buyout should be left after Hu Ting is ready. If you call that woman now, she'll laugh at herself.

Meng Jiarui touched the mobile phone in his pocket, but finally didn't take it out.

In the Zhang family's single-family villa, Zhang Tianyue was enduring the magic sound of her parents' quarrel.

"We've been married for so many years, don't we even have a little basic trust?" Zhang Chengguo explained several times the reason why he didn't go home last night, but his wife didn't believe it.

"Trust? From the day you dropped your laptop, the trust between us was broken along with the laptop. Fang Runzhu responded to her husband while cooking.

"The notebook is all about the company, and you can't read it......"

"If you don't understand, you still won't show me, Zhang Chengguo, you clearly have a ghost in your heart!" Fang Runzhu threw the pot in his hand on the table: "Say, how many homes do you have outside?" ”

"Y-Why are you spewing blood?" Zhang Chengguo glanced at his daughter who was sitting casually on the side: "You are still an educator, and you are actually talking nonsense in front of your children." ”

"She is 26 years old, she should know how dirty a man's mind is, so as not to be deceived in the future!" Fang Runzhu raised the kitchen knife.

Zhang Chengguo swallowed his saliva while looking at the bright kitchen knife, and didn't dare to shout at his wife, so he could only threaten his daughter: "Why didn't you go home last night?" ”

"You quarrel with you, don't drag me in." Zhang Tianyue poured a glass of water and handed it to his father: "Drink saliva to reduce anger." ”

"What kind of Lao Tzu has what kind of daughter, she learned from you!" Fang Runzhu waved the kitchen knife and began to chop vegetables.

"I said," Zhang Tianyue got up slowly: "Otherwise, you should divorce." ”