Later, Wen Huaizhi no longer wrote expectations on his face, he was more precocious than children of the same age.

At such a young age, he will show a gentle and well-behaved smile on his face, when other people's children are still playing with toys and mud, he has already cultivated his temperament, and he is never naughty.

He hid his expectations in his heart, no longer exposed them, and continued to be the well-behaved and obedient excellent child in front of others.

The first thing he did when he got home was to finish his homework on time and then study the rest, English, piano, violin......

His mother would always ask him to learn some talents, even if Wen Huaizhi didn't like it, he didn't frown, but tried everything hard.

As long as mom is happy, it's fine.

Occasionally, Wen Huaizhi would glance at the man hanging in the framed photo on the wall.

Even though he was still a little confused in his heart, he was precocious and vaguely knew the reason why his father didn't come to see him.

He seemed to understand.

What he doesn't understand, however, is why his life is confined to the school and the luxury villa.

The scope of his activities was limited to these two places. When he came back from school, he could only learn to play a musical instrument or learn English next to his tutor......

Why can't he go anywhere else?

Dad seemed to dot on Mom because Mom loved roses, and in the summer when she had just moved to a new home, she asked the gardener to plant a large patch of French roses in front of the villa.

At sunset, the sea of roses in front of me is so red that it can drip blood.

Wen Huaizhi would always sit alone at the door, holding the doll as big as himself, looking at the rose in front of him in a daze.

Later, the man finally came back one day.

In fact, he will come more often after that, and he will come many times.

Wen Huaizhi went from the surprise at the beginning, to the habit later, and the little hands that used to clench the knife and fork nervously during the meal were always numb to his lap now.

Because Dad was cold to him every time.

Whenever Dad came over, Mom would always happily set up a delicate candlelit dinner.

However, this man who was close to him by blood rarely talked to him, he never asked him about him, he would not ask him about his grades, nor would he ask him what interesting things happened at school, whether he had made friends.

There were no men, he would just sit there in a fancy suit, eating Western food coldly, and chatting with his mother with a match.

Xiao Wen Huaizhi seemed to have discovered his unpleasantness, his beautiful eyes showed uneasiness, and he would be silent every time he ate.

He tried to remember the etiquette of the meal so that he didn't make any mistakes, at least so that his father wouldn't dislike him.

Every time he finished eating, Wen Huaizhi would leave silently, and the rest was the time for the two adults to be alone.

Once, Wen Huaizhi was about to go to the kitchen to get fruit yogurt, and accidentally heard the whispers of two adults in the living room.

It's the mother's voice.

“…… I should take Xiaohuai out to meet someone else......"

"It's not good to always stuff Xiaohuai at home."

Wen Huaizhi hid in the corner of the corridor, and his body gradually stiffened.

Then the man's silence.

I don't know how long it took.

“…… Bastard....... ”

“…… Not quite right. ”

“……”

The latter words, Wen Huaizhi did not hear clearly.

All he knew was that the rag doll had fallen from his hand, and he was crushing at his palm.

He is so sensible, he usually doesn't scream when he hurts, but now tears are coming out of his eyes one after another like beans.

He was an illegitimate child and could not be taken outside because he would cause trouble to others.

Even when he cried, he didn't make any sound, but sobbed lowly.

He didn't even cry.

(End of chapter)