"Wanwan! Don't make a fuss! Zeng Lao frowned and scolded, "What wedding dress do you want?" ”

Jing Zeheng instinctively hugged Shen Fanyin's shoulders, and her solid arms supported her slightly trembling body.

Zeng Lao looked at Shen Fanyin nervously, and when he saw that her lips were white, he suddenly became even more nervous, and hurriedly comforted: "Yinyin, don't listen to her nonsense, you don't pay attention to her." ”

Zeng Wanwan pursed her lips aggrievedly, she hugged the doll, and tears fell down.

"Woo...... Daddy murders me! I want a wedding dress, I want it! Yinyin, you can help me, can you help me......"

She is no different from a child now, she can't see the joy and anger of others, grabbing the corner of Shen Fanyin's clothes and crying.

"Zeng Wanwan! Don't cry! ”

Zeng Lao was so anxious that the corners of his forehead were sweating, he never expected that Zeng Wanwan would have such a big reaction when she heard "wedding dress" this time.

I have seen weddings when I watched TV before, Zeng Wanwan would only cover her eyes and blush, and run away shyly.

After a long time, they did not shy away from talking about it in front of her.

As a result, Shen Fanyin said that there was such an accident.

Jing Zeheng grabbed Shen Fanyin's shoulders and patted her on the back to call her name.

Just when he thought that Shen Fanyin would collapse and cry out under pressure, just when he saw the tears in Shen Fanyin's eyes, she bit her lip hard, and then smiled.

The smile is reluctant, and it is not good-looking.

She held Zeng Wanwan's hand and wiped the tears from her face a little stiffly.

"Sister Wanwan, don't cry."

Her voice was very soft, as if she had been drained of her strength, and her delicate voice was a little hoarse.

Zeng Wanwan stopped crying loudly when she was coaxed like this, she looked at Shen Fanyin aggrievedly, and said with a flat mouth: "Yinyin...... I want a wedding dress too......"

Shen Fanyin looked at her and slowly took a few deep breaths, only then did she barely regain a trace of strength.

"Okay, Sister Wanwan, I'll make it for you, and I will definitely make you the best wedding dress."

Her voice trembled softly, tears slid down her cheeks, and in the mist, she seemed to see Zeng Wanwan a few years ago again.

At that time, Zeng Wanwan's smile was very gentle.

The first time she came to Master's house and couldn't find her way, she braved the torrential rain to pick her up. She asked her to change into her pajamas, and they hid under the covers together to keep warm. They read the same magazine and marvel at the beauty of the master's work as a work of art.

At that time, it seemed that the years were particularly preferential to them, and they were reluctant to disturb their sorrows.

She said, Yinyin, I especially like to do wedding dress design, every time I see girls wearing my wedding dress, I always feel that I am witnessing their happiness.

She said, Yinyin, help me go to the next door, I'll eat a spicy strip, don't let my dad come up!

She said, Yinyin, can you design my wedding dress for me? I want to spend the most important day in the wedding dress you made......

She said, Sister Wanwan, it's cool to get married for a while, divorce crematorium, do you say that your wedding dress is possible to be cut into rags?

She said, Sister Wanwan, it's not illegal to eat spicy strips, you are still young and can withstand a beating from the master.

She said, Sister Wanwan, I'll make it for you, and I will definitely make you the best looking wedding dress.

Then...... It's just then.

Memories weave a dense net, shrouding her to death, unable to break free, and there is no way to call for help.

She was held in Zeng Wanwan's arms, like a lifeless doll.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands grabbed her waist and pulled her out of Zeng Wanwan's arms.

Shen Fanyin turned his head blankly and met Jing Zeheng's eyes.

She opened her mouth, didn't struggle, and let him press her into his arms.

Jing Zeheng looked at Zeng Wanwan, who was dazed, and said as gently as possible: "Yinyin is tired, I'll take her home first, and I'll come to see you another day." ”

Zeng Wanwan frowned, tugging at the corner of Shen Fanyin's clothes and refusing to let go: "But I haven't finished telling Yinyin the story of me and Bubu......"

Zeng Lao hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Zeng Wanwan's hand and pulled her away, and comforted: "Wanwan, Yinyin will come to see you in a few days and bring you your favorite snacks, okay?" ”

Zeng Wanwan looked at Shen Fanyin with blank eyes, and whispered, "I don't want snacks, I want Yinyin." ”

She forgot a lot of things, but she didn't forget her sister Yinyin.

If there's anything more important than a snack, it's the sound.

Zeng Lao grabbed her hand and glanced at Jing Zeheng and motioned for him to take Shen Fanyin away directly.

They are like parents of children who quarrel separately and hastily separate them.

Jing Zeheng directly hugged Shen Fanyin horizontally and walked straight to the door.

Zeng Wanwan followed him step by step, muttering in her mouth: "Yinyin, you are not tired, you are going to come to me to play, you haven't eaten the rose cake I left for you......"

Jing Zeheng agreed for her, and didn't even change her shoes, so he took her away quickly.

He put her in the back seat, sat in himself, turned on the air conditioner, and he was still afraid that she would be cold, so he wrapped her in a blanket.

She sat there distracted, pale, like a glass doll.

He reached out and carefully took her into his arms.

"Sanskrit, cry." His large hands caressed her hair and whispered softly to her.

Shen Fanyin leaned on his shoulder, tears falling down, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

Silent crying, sad and hurtful.

Jing Zeheng's brows furrowed a little, and he wanted to persuade, but he didn't know where to start.

He was silent for a moment, picked up his phone and sent a message to Su Mu.

Ten minutes later, Jing Zeheng put down his mobile phone and said to her: "Fanyin, sit tight, I'll take you somewhere." ”

Jing Zeheng drove for nearly half an hour according to the navigation before stopping in front of an old residential building in a shantytown.

There is a lot of garbage piled up everywhere, and unless you see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that there is such a place in Anseong.

It was getting late, dark clouds were gathering on the horizon, and snowflakes were fluttering in the cold wind.

Jing Zeheng originally wanted to find someone by himself, but when he saw Shen Fanyin crying weakly in the back seat, he really didn't feel at ease and left her in the car.

He got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, unfastened the seat belt, and put the blanket on her shoulder, then dragged Shen Fanyin's hand and said, "Fanyin, follow me." ”

He didn't hold her, but held her hand, dragged her out of the car, and entered the residential building.

There was no elevator, the dim and narrow hallways were dusty, the sensor lights were long gone, and it was like a dark haunted house.

When they both left from Zeng's hometown, they didn't wear coats, and they were still wearing slippers on their feet, and Jing Zeheng deliberately slowed down her pace so that she wouldn't fall too much.

The light of the mobile phone shone at Shen Fanyin's feet, and she didn't know if it was because of the cold wind or because the environment was too dark, she finally noticed where she was now.

"Where is this?" She frowned slightly, "What are you bringing me here for?" ”

It's pitch black, and no one lives there.

Jing Zeheng clenched her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, it's almost there." ”

It was almost there, and when they turned the corner of the stairs, they heard an argument.

“…… Have you seen it? Have you ever taken care of him for a day? Your mother scolds me every day for being a vixen, you pretend to be deaf, I don't blame you for having no future? I can't control women by myself, it's all my fault in the end? ”

"Fuck slut! Lao Tzu was blind to look for you! Me, I...... I don't care about you! Get out of the way! ”

"If you dare to go out today, I will strangle your son! Let you cut off your children and grandchildren! ”

It was food, but the smell of food came from the door, only the insults of men and women, and occasionally the cries of children.

Shen Fanyin's breathing was a little short.

The voices of these two people, she will never forget when she is reincarnated eight times.