After reading Shen Changyi's inspection report, Jiang Xun directly affirmed one thing - she and Shen Changyi may be a prank of Heavenly Dao for some reason, but in short, they are bound together.

The trouble in her stomach, Shen Changyi then suffered, and even she was uncomfortable.

...... Look at them this way, the three of them are miserable.

The sense of being played by the way of heaven.

Jiang Xun wanted to explain to Shen Changyi that she would inevitably mention the matter of the child, she considered the words, and finally raised her eyelids lazily, and the cold look was obvious.

"I'm pregnant, yours."

She lifted the child, and her tone was colder.

The man on the other side of the video didn't expect to get the result of this question, he was rarely stunned, and his glass-colored clear eyes appeared pure sluggishness.

After a long time, the eyes that had not moved for a long time turned slowly and slowly, and Jiang Xun clearly saw his Adam's apple rolling, and his voice was hoarse: "And then?" ”

He was surprised.

But despite this, she was not ordered to keep the child in the first place.

Jiang Xun picked up the spare blanket placed on the balcony sofa and shook it away, and the cloud lightly covered his lower abdomen.

Shen Changyi's warm gaze then moved, falling on her stomach, which was still flat as she looked now.

"I did."

The girl's textured voice is pleasant and pleasant, but the words she spits out are cold and calm, as if she is talking about a trivial matter as drinking water.

She saw Shen Changyi roll her Adam's apple again, and her eyes, which had been slightly lit, quickly dimmed, as if amber had finished its last afterglow and fell into a faint darkness.

Jiang Xun's white fingers were overlapped, and he was lazily in front of him.

She was curious, with Shen Changyi's arbitrariness, how would she deal with it.

The man didn't let her wait long.

The time on the video call showed that it had been about ten seconds in the past, Shen Changyi was silent for a while, and then raised his detached and indifferent face again, and his thin lips pursed slightly, he bent his fingers to support the corners of his forehead, and rubbed it as if he couldn't bear the pain.

"I respect your choice."

Jiang Xun raised his eyebrows.

He wasn't angry.

"You're still young, and now you're in danger of hurting your body if you have a baby." This is one of the main reasons, but Shen Changyi feels that women have absolute reproductive rights, even if he is the father of the child, he only has the right to cooperate and cannot interfere with her decision.

Let alone... He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

"I support you," Shen Changyi took a deep breath, the floating marks on his chest under the shallow fabric were clear, showing that his moment was messy, and then he calmed down and said seriously: "Jiang Xun, you are the mother of the child, no matter what you think, I will listen to you." ”

The woman's shrill cries and thin, dark nails kept tickling his temples, and he endured the buzzing in his ears, stifled the screams that overflowed into his throat, and his breathing became rapid again.

......

In the basement that has been the same for decades, a few children with numb or frightened faces are crowded in the corner, and a lot of excrement is piled up not far away, and the smell is pervasive.

The little boy crouched in front of the excrement without focus, looking boredly at the wriggling maggots on the dark purple lumpy object, and suddenly reached out and grabbed a few of them with precision, and was about to put them in his mouth.

"Bang-"

The fence door in the basement was slammed down.

The little boy's hand shook instantly, and the maggots fell and writhed on the ground.

"A herd of livestock, come and eat!" The owner of the basement was tall and strong, carrying a plastic bucket with mud-yellow fluid hanging from the edges.

The little boy immediately rushed to his master excitedly, knelt on the ground with his hands and feet, prostrate at his feet, and screamed in awe.

They are all animals, dogs, and they are not qualified to speak human language.

The master touched his greasy dog's head with satisfaction, hooked the bowl in the corner with his foot, and rewarded him with a spoonful of liquid food for pigs and dogs.

The other children did the same, and they were all fed very quickly.

Only the thinnest boy among them sat in the corner, strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, his head hung down, and he couldn't see his face or expression.

But the owner knew that he was looking at these animals that were grabbing food like dogs.

"Kowa."

Salutation with a smile.

He was the only one who received the name of his master, and the rest of the children were replaced by animals.

The boy named Xiaohe was silent for a few seconds before getting up and dragging his dejected steps to his master.

"That's good," the master said, rubbing his head, then tossed the plastic bucket beside him, "let's go." ”

He's going to take him out.

He can get out.

The rest of the children, who were originally blind, suddenly raised their heads and stared directly at Xiao He, the envy, jealousy, and greed in their eyes were like maggots on tarsal bones, sticking to him.

The owner of the basement was stunned and hurried out of the house.

After going out, he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, his eyes were dry and sore from the sudden tilting light, and the people next to him were still pushing him, and his tone was bad: "Go quickly, be careful of your mother starving to death later." ”

Mom.

When he heard this, a warm current welled up in his heart for no reason, and when his master was far away, he laboriously lifted the barrel and walked forward.

There was a wooden house sealed with iron sheets, and judging by the mottled rust of the iron sheets, it was built a long time ago.

He knelt in front of the small door left at the bottom of the hut, his bone-thin back crooked, and carefully pushed the liquid food into the bowl.

When he was done, he waited quietly on his knees, not thinking about it.

Until—

The bowl was thrown out by a thin, bruised arm and slammed into his face, and a hoarse voice rang out in the cabin, scolding: "Get out! Get out of here! ”

Kowa opened his palm and caught the fallen bowl.

The tawny liquid food stuck to his eyelashes, blurring his eyes, he hadn't spoken for a long, long time, and almost forgot how to pronounce it, but he still remembered the pronunciation of those two words, innately, and said with difficulty: "... Mom. ”

He wiped off his cheek and held it in his palm, licking it gently.

The hysterical shouting inside the wooden house never stopped.

He breathed in the rotten air in this filth, and slowly licked his palms clean, as if he had eaten some rather delicious food.

"Thank you, Mom," Xiao He Muran's face showed a pull on his skin, and he smiled obediently: "It's delicious." ”

"Get out! Get out! Don't come near me! Beast!! ”

It doesn't matter.

Mom was comforting him.

After all, she is the best and best existence for him in this world.

He fantasized about seeing him lying in his mother's arms, where it was very warm, and she soothed the pain of his abuse and told him beautiful fairy tales.

......

"Mr. Shen? Shen Chaohe? Changyi? Shen Changyi? ”

The flat and indifferent voice was a little puzzled, calling his name one after another, like a beautiful fairy tale that only appeared in his dreams, coaxing him to wake up from a nightmare.

In a trance, the man saw that the heavy memory was broken into colorful pieces, and the edges were scattered with a halo of light.

When Shen Changyi came back to his senses, Jiang Xun just approached the mobile phone screen to observe his face carefully.

The girl looked solemn and asked, "Are you okay?" ”