Zhang Ling naturally wouldn't be polite to his father, and under Zhang Chen's instructions, he sat directly opposite the three of them, which looked a bit like interrogating a prisoner.

Zhang Ling didn't have much of a burden in his heart, but when Zhang Fei'er, who was outside the door, slowly stepped into the cabin,

Zhang Ling thought in his heart, "What is this woman doing when she comes to her house?" ”

Everyone saw Zhang Ling's gaze on Zhang Fei'er.

Zhang Shuiliu, who was sitting on Zhang Chen's right, suddenly pulled his old face in embarrassment, and called to Zhang Fei'er, who had just entered the house: "Fei'er, come here, apologize to your cousin." ”

"Apologize? Second Elder is serious, I haven't had anything to do with Cousin Fei'er recently. ”

Zhang Ling retracted his gaze on Zhang Fei'er and said indifferently to Zhang Shuiliu.

"I have already asked Fei'er the reason for what happened that day, it was because of her that Ling'er was bullied by Ye Liang's thief that day, and you almost injured Qing'er by mistake afterwards, don't worry, I have already reprimanded Fei'er in private. ”

Zhang Shuiliu looked embarrassed, and said very sincerely.

"Second Elder Lao bothered, and I didn't pay attention to this matter, helping the weak in the clan is the duty of the Zhang clan. ”

Zhang Ling didn't want to talk to Zhang Shuiliu anymore, so he hid his words and said coldly.

You must know that Zhang Fei'er is already forty demon spirit points, and Zhang Ling only has the poor ten demon spirit points now, and everyone can see it.

This sentence helped the weak in the clan, and even stood directly at the door, Zhang Fei'er, who had become arrogant in the past few years, was so angry that she blushed.

Zhang Fei'er's charming phoenix eyes glared at the floor slightly, and her delicate little hands were clenched into fists, if it weren't for Zhang Shuiliu's presence, I am afraid that she would have gone crazy on the spot.

Zhang Ling naturally doesn't care what this girl thinks of herself, five years ago, this stream of water, as now, was pleasing her father everywhere.

That Zhang Fei'er followed behind Zhang Ling's ass when she was a child, led by Zhang Ling, and she was submissive.

Since Zhang Ling became demented, this Zhang Shuiliu family immediately began to treat Zhang Chen, the patriarch, into yin and yang.

Then began to curry favor with all kinds of people, the eldest elder of the clan and the eldest grandson of the great elder, the second day of the family, Zhang Qing.

During this period, Zhang Fei'er's parents forcibly separated Zhang Ling and Zhang Fei'er, who played well when they were young, and in front of Zhang Fei'er, they slandered Zhang Ling with dementia in various ways.

During that time, everyone was extremely disgusted, the little Zhang Ling who was dripping with snot and snot.

At first, Zhang Fei'er didn't think that Zhang Ling would be annoying to become like this.

Zhang Ling, who lost his intelligence, gradually began to rely on Zhang Fei'er very much, almost regarded Zhang Fei'er as the only harbor to rely on, and was tired of being by Zhang Fei'er's side all the time.

But as time spreads, Zhang Feier finds that as long as she is still by Zhang Ling's side, her peers will deliberately snub her.

This made Zhang Fei'er, who was in the growth period, begin to become anxious, and the classmates who originally played well with him gradually rejected themselves because they were always following a dementia child around them.

It wasn't until one time that Zhang Shuiliu taught Zhang Fei'er a hard lesson on this matter, and little Zhang Fei'er began to try to snub Xiao Zhang Ling, who lost his mind and was in urgent need of care.

Sure enough, after leaving Zhang Ling behind, everyone's eyes refocused on this genius and beautiful girl.

There is no cover from Zhang Ling's demonic shining light.

Zhang Feier was completely exposed to the vision of her peers, and was immediately sought after and praised by everyone.

In Zhang Fei'er's eyes, all this seems to have begun to become a matter of course.

She felt that she should have snubbed Zhang Ling earlier, after all, he had really become a waste.

is no longer the cousin Zhang Ling who can protect her well.

Later, under the persuasion of other peers in the clan and Zhang Qing, Zhang Fei'er completely lost her original dependence and trust on Zhang Ling.

Zhang Fei'er began to get bored instead, and Zhang Ling, who followed behind her all the time.

......

Zhang Fei'er didn't come to this cabin, but as soon as she came in, Zhang Ling felt very disgusted.

Zhang Ling glanced at Zhang Fei'er, who was standing at the door again, pretending to be annoyed, and the picture of Xiao Zhang Ling being ruthlessly thrown away by her heart swelled up.

That picture, in Zhang Ling's current view, feels very uncomfortable.

The cherishing of friendship in childhood is far more than everything, and some people who care, their every move can really completely change a person's heart.

That day, in full view of everyone, Zhang Fei'er was angry, and ruthlessly pushed Xiao Zhang Ling, who was following her with dementia, down in the middle of the road.

Xiao Zhang Ling, who lost her mind, didn't think that this little friend who had said that she would never leave her would abandon her, just as this was a small game that she thought of temporarily.

Although when he fell, his thigh hit a stone on the ground, which hurt very much, Xiao Zhang Ling simply sat on the ground, drooling that no one helped wipe it anymore, and stared blankly at the figure of the little girl rushing away.

He always had an incomprehensible smile on his face, and he simply thought in his heart that after Zhang Fei'er ran to the corner of the street, he would suddenly run back and pull himself to run with him.

Such a game, the demented little Zhang Ling still has a rare impression in his mind, he took her and played it.

But as the little girl's running figure went farther and farther, when the demented little Zhang Ling could no longer see her, tears silently fell from the corners of his eyes.

The tears were no longer able to tell whether the emotions were really touched, or because the knee hit the sharp stone, and it was the red blood that stained the pants red, and they were crying in pain.