Zhao Hui shook his head. The man who doesn't smile on weekdays can't stop crying like a little girl. Jin Shu turned around and walked in front of him and sighed helplessly.

"I can see that you actually have a lot of things in mind, but you never tell us about them on a daily basis, so we don't know anything about them. In the years since your parents died, you must have had a hard time! But it doesn't matter, isn't everything gone now? I am your family, and my mother, you can also treat her as your mother, and we will all be good to you for the rest of your life. ”

Jin Shu saw that he was crying profusely, and couldn't help but raise his hand to help him wipe the tears off his cheeks. Zhao Hui choked and clenched his hand tightly. After a long while, when he finally stopped crying, Jin Shu continued to speak: "If you don't know where to start, then I'll ask you to answer, if there is a question you don't want to answer, you can also not answer, let's take our time, okay?" ”

Seeing that Jinshu didn't continue to get angry, Zhao Hui relaxed a lot. He replied in a muffled voice, "Okay." ”

Jin Shu sat back down, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of hot tea for each of them. Where to start? Jin Shu thought about it for a long time.

"I know that your grandparents live in Yongping Village next door, and after your father and mother passed away, everyone in our village knows what they did. You...... I must hate them! ”

Zhao Hui lowered his eyes and said lightly, "No." They have nothing to do with me now, and I don't want to hate. Although Zhao Hui really hated them at first, after so many years, he had already figured it out. They're just strangers, and hating them is a waste of time.

Jin Shu was very happy to see that he could let go of his previous hatred. After all, living with hatred for a lifetime is indeed a very tiring thing.

"What about people in our village who are about the same age as us? Is it because they bullied you a lot when you were a kid that you don't want to engage with them? ”

"It's not." Zhao Hui didn't explain, but Jin Shu could vaguely understand some of the reasons. It's probably because Zhao Hui is too precocious and doesn't have a common language with his peers in the village!

Then she thought about going to Los Angeles years ago. Recalling the look in Zhao Hui's eyes when he killed the bandit, Jin Shu remembered it vividly.

"Do you remember the gang of bandits we encountered on our way to Los Angeles last year? Obviously, they have all been restrained by Han Yi's people, why do you still want to kill them? "Although those bandits are innocent, Secretary Jin has Zhao Hui back to the situation at the time, which is clearly indulged in killing and unable to extricate himself. She didn't want to see him turn into a murderous person without blinking, so she insisted on stopping him at that time.

When Zhao Hui heard Jinshu mention this matter, his heart suddenly became nervous. Although he was afraid that Jinshu might be afraid and hate himself because of his murderous behavior, he still answered truthfully: "They want to hurt you, they deserve to die!" ”

Jin Shu suddenly realized: it turns out that the crux of all this is on himself!

"I see." She straightened out her thoughts and said, "I don't blame you, in fact, those bandits who blocked the road and robbed must have killed a lot of people, so you killed them to eliminate harm for the people." I just want to tell you that if you encounter something like this in the future, you must learn to control your emotions. You can't indulge in killing and cause yourself to do the wrong thing on the spur of the moment. We are just ordinary people, and if you don't learn to control your emotions, I'm afraid you'll suffer in the future. ”。

After listening to her words, Zhao Hui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He nodded, and he could be regarded as listening to Jinshu's words.