Zhao Yu talked for a while, and then resigned and went back to review. Qiaozhi and Bai Jian sent him outside the door together, watching his back gradually melt into the endless crowd, watching him gradually disappear from sight.

"Let's go back." Bai Jian glanced at Qiao Zhi carefully, and saw that she was no longer frowning as before, so she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What were you thinking about before?" ”

What are you thinking... Qiaozhi followed Bai Jian across the threshold, and when she turned to close the door, she took one last look at the traffic outside the house, and then closed the door.

"Nothing." She smiled and shook her head, "It's just that I'm stuck in a strange circle of thinking, thanks to Zhao Gongzi coming over, I've figured it out." ”

"Oh... That's good. Bai Jian smiled when she saw her, and no longer bothered about this problem, and continued to go to the counter to help her read the account book.

He and Qiaozhi took a book of accounts, the difference is that Qiaozhi reads very quickly, and his face is also light and light, and he occasionally writes down on the paper and gets the result; But Bai Jian's side grinned at it, and dialed the abacus as if it was a fight, which made people doubt whether this abacus could hold on until the end of this reckoning.

Qiaozhi's side is about to finish all the accounts, and Bai Jian is still struggling on the first page. She tilted her head to look at Bai Jianbai and said, "Bai Daxia, have you ever heard such a sentence?" ”

"What?" Bai Jian asked without raising his head, the abacus in his hand kept stopping, and there was still the last number left, and this page was about to be finished!

Just when Bai Jian felt extremely full and satisfied, he heard Qiaozhi's answer: "The limbs are well developed and the mind is simple. ”

He spent a few seconds thinking about the meaning of this sentence, and then realized that this could not prove that he was a simple-minded martial artist! He was angry, and the abacus beads hit one more, and he had to start all over again...

Burst... Qiaozhi couldn't help laughing out loud when she saw Bai Jian's angry movements, and then met Bai Jian's resentful gaze... Seeing his aggrieved eyes, Qiaozhi smiled even happier, and after laughing enough, he took the account book from his hand seriously, and said: "Thank you Bai Daxia for your help, but I can calculate this account book myself" It was only a few seconds to be serious, and he added a sentence jokingly: "According to the speed of Bai Daxia, it is estimated that I will have fallen asleep long ago after calculating this account, so let's do it myself~"

Bai Jane's resentment deepened again.

"Alright." Qiao Zhi skillfully comforted, "Just kidding, Bai Jian, didn't you like to read books the most when you were a child?" It's normal that you haven't learned this or something."

"Haven't you ever studied..."She was not comforted, but when she comforted Bai Jane, she was even more depressed, "I don't like to read now, but you, I used to like books so much, why can't you see it at all now?" ”

Ahem... Qiaozhi's gaze wandered: "People are going to become, aren't you the same as Bai Daxia?" By the way, how long will Wang Ci and Jin'er stay here? ”

"Probably at night, right? I didn't ask. Bai Jian shook his head, "I saw Jin'er before, I should have accompanied you, and the most difficult days have passed." ”

"Alas... Jin'er..."Qiaozhi stopped talking, stayed for a long time and continued to bury her head in calculations, Bai Jian looked at her for a while, but unfortunately she couldn't understand the formula she listed on the paper, and couldn't pull her face to ask her, and finally snorted and went to talk to Xiuzhu.

Almost as soon as Bai Jian left, Qiaozhi put down the pen and silently watched Bai Jian's upright back.

From the beginning of the panic, loneliness, I don't know what to say now, it's only a few months, she didn't have real relatives in the past, let alone so-called friends, the combination of all is just because of the binding of interests, and she was forced to drift to this place, but she has gained relatives, friends and many other things, although the road ahead is full of unknowns, but every day is full and happy.

She is so happy that she often fantasizes about how good it would be if she was the original pretty branch, so that when she accepts the kindness of her relatives and friends, she will not be sincerely afraid, she will not worry that the lie will be exposed after all, and she will not have to numb herself all the time...

... I seem to be stuck in a circle of thinking again... Pretty Eda shook her head and patted her face again, trying to sober herself up.

"Sister..."Someone gently pulled her sleeve, Qiaozhi lowered her head, and saw that it was Wang Lin standing in front of her, and couldn't help but smile and pinch his face: "I'm sorry, sister didn't see you... Well, how long have you been down? "I can't have seen my neurotic movements just now...

Wang Lin had actually been down for a while, and at this time he was ravaged by Qiaozhi's pinched face, and lowered his eyes a little nervously, and did not answer her words: "My sister asked me to call you up, saying that my father was looking for you for something."

Is there something wrong with Wang Ci? Qiao Zhi was a little puzzled, and pinched Wang Lian's face again before letting go, and instead held his little hand: "Let's go." ”

Qiaozhi and Wang Lin are not familiar with each other, and all their impressions of this child only come from his sprinkling and rolling in the Taoist temple.

At this time, Qiaozhi took his cool little hand and walked on the long staircase, neither of them spoke, she lowered her head and quietly observed Wang Lone's eyes.

It was a pair of black eyes with no lustre, like a pool of stagnant water and like a handful of ashes falling into the dirt, all the sorrows and joys were hidden, and all that remained on the surface was confusion and fear.

"Wang Lian, what do you think of your father?" When he was a few steps away, Pretty Eda suddenly stared into his eyes and asked.

The eyes showed a different look, and began to shine a little, but soon fell silent and became dim. He stopped and whispered, "Daddy was... Very good for me. A wry smile and vicissitudes of life appeared on his face, "Of course, now my father is very good to me, it's me... It's that I don't deserve it. ”

"You..."Pretty Eda was dumbfounded, and suddenly regretted provoking this topic, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." Wang Xiao shook his head thoughtfully, "It was my mother who did wrong, I won't blame my father... What's more, he's pretty good to me now... Sister, you don't have to apologize..."

It's just that they took another step, and when they stood in the corridor, Wang Lin suddenly broke free of Qiao Zhi's hand, slowly squatted down, and plunged his head between his legs.

Qiaozhi half-squatted down, looking at Wang Lian, who had shrunk himself into a ball and his shoulders twitching slightly, and was a little hesitant to comfort him in his arms, or just look at him like this, waiting for him to vent his emotions.

"Sister...", a muffled voice came out, Wang Lin raised his head, and there were still tears on his face, "When my father executed my mother, I was really scared, very scared. ”

He tightened his arms, and the whole person subconsciously curled up together, as if this was the only way to absorb warmth: "At that time, things happened too fast, and the official who hung me up deliberately wanted to block it for me... But I still saw it... Seeing my father strangle my mother with his own hands—" his small voice began to tremble, "I sometimes think when I can't sleep in the middle of the night, how good it would have been if I hadn't seen all this. ”

As long as you don't see it, you can pretend to forget. The murderer who forgot to kill his mother was the father he had always admired.

Whenever he was awakened by a nightmare, he took a big breath and walked barefoot out of his room to look at the moon hanging in the sky, thinking more than once if he hadn't cried and shouted to follow, would everything have been different.

The house he lives in now is no longer the house he used to be before entering the Taoist temple, he was transferred to a very remote guest room, and the maid who used to serve him is gone, and he is only given a rough maid who can't do things, responsible for taking care of his three meals a day and daily life.

Although Wang Ci ordered his subordinates to keep silent, and no one dared to use his life experience as a talking point, but his father's sudden change of attitude could not deceive others, and in less than a day, the people knew that this little boy was no longer favored, and the eldest lady, who was usually forgotten and ignored, became their new object of pursuit because of his father's attitude.

At a young age, Wang Lin tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection. In these days when he was violated by the little maid and bullied behind his back, he gradually understood how ridiculous he used to be.

It's a pity that it's too late to remedy, because his mother was forever abandoned by his father and never activated.

He also resented and hated, how good it would be if his mother hadn't done these things, how good it would be if his father wasn't so cold-blooded... But whenever he woke up from his dream and sweated his neck, he inevitably remembered his mother's soft and gentle embrace, and remembered his father's helpless smile that had to indulge him when he stared at him.

He gradually understood that all love and hatred were just built on that vague bloodline, because of that bloodline, his father could connive without a bottom line, and because of that bloodline, his father would abandon him and let him fend for himself, ups and downs.

Thinking about all this, Wang Lin no longer felt unfair, but began to appreciate all this, if it weren't for his sister Jin'er's constant hard words and persuasion, if it weren't for his father's constant scruples for fear of being known by others, he might not even get the current treatment, and he would still be hanging on the roof of the Taoist temple.

In the past, although he was young, he was expected to have high hopes, and he also looked forward to growing up quickly and becoming the majestic boy his father expected, but now...

It's good to be alive.

Thinking of this, he stood up, wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and just as he wanted to say something, he was hugged tightly into his arms by Qiaozhi, and did not let go until he was a little out of breath.

"Sister..."

"I'm sorry." Qiaozhi touched the top of his head again, and then said in a muffled voice, "You were at that time... You must be scared, right? See it all with your own eyes... Sorry, I'm really sorry. ”

Scared? Wang shook his head blankly, he only felt ridiculous and incredible, and felt that everything was in a dream, but the hot pain on his body told him that this was reality.

"Do you like Jin'er?" Qiaozhi asked again.

"Yes, I like my sister very much." Speaking of Jin'er, Wang Lone's stagnant eyes had a hint of tenderness and affection, "My sister is very good to me, and the people in the house are the best for me, and she will teach me a lesson to those who bully me." As he spoke, he lowered his head embarrassedly, "I feel that all the things I did in the past were wrong, I am very sorry for my sister, and thank you for not caring and always helping me." ”

Qiaozhi looked at his gentle eyes, didn't know what to say, and was silent for a long time before taking his hand and saying, "Let's go, go find your father." ”