For Jiang Cong, the biggest harm was not the beating and scolding that fell on him, but the person who gave him his life, but his eyes were always disgusted and disgusted, cold and heartless.

Even when Gao Shulan was eight years old, he still didn't understand and thought that it was because he was not good enough to say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing, which made his mother hate it and his father was unwilling to go home.

So he tried hard to do what other parents hoped that their children could do, but their eyes still did not stay on him for a half-second.

As he grew up, he gradually understood the complexity. He still had slim expectations without stopping.

And when the last bit of expectation is crushed by his own hands and brought into the accumulated disappointment, everything is unnecessary, including the love and care he once longed for.

It was quiet for a moment, with only thin moonlight and rustling wind between the two.

Jiang Congzao had finished eating the candy, but Li Xingchen was still biting the last bit, and his mouth was creaking.

"Go back to sleep..."

"I was picked up by my grandma."

Jiang Cong wanted to urge her to go back to sleep, but was interrupted by her sudden words.

Li Xingchen threw the candy stick into the trash can next to him and said lightly: "In the garbage station."

Jiang Cong reacted for a moment and was stunned.

She knew that Jiang Cong was looking at him, and she knew that he might be shocked. She pursed her lips and continued to say: "I don't remember my biological parents, my original family, but the only thing I remember is that they don't seem to like me very much."

Jiang straightened his lips, and his heart turned over for a moment, looking at her and listening silently.

"From childhood, when others find out, they will feel pitiful and sympathize with me, because this is really not a good experience."

She looked quiet on the side, paused slightly, and said slowly: "But actually I haven't thought about it that way. Instead, I feel very lucky. I met such a good grandma who brought me home. I don't have any other grandmas."

When Li Xingchen said this, he turned to look at him, with a faint smile on his lips, "I am really happy to know you now and make many friends."

Jiang's eyes flashed slightly, raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's head, "Yes."

"Jiang Cong, I think you are the same, Ru Ling and Yang Lang all care about you..."

Li Xing paused for a moment, and his expression suddenly became a little unnatural, but he insisted on looking straight into his eyes and said the remaining half: "I'm still there."

"You are not alone."

"Your excellence is remembered."

Her soft voice fell into her ears, and every word was clear and profound, and Jiang trembled from her eyelids.

Under the dark night, they looked into each other's eyes, as if they had entered each other's world.

I don't know how long it took.

A strong wind blew, and Li Xing shrank his shoulders coldly.

Jiang Cong took back his arm that was placed on the balcony railing, stood up straight to her, "Go back to sleep."

Li Xing sank and stared at him.

The next second, she turned sideways, stepped forward a small step, and walked her arms across his waist and hugged him.

Suddenly, Jiang Cong was stunned and he was completely stationary.

Li Xingchen mustered up a lot of courage, but this was not an impulse, it was the best comfort she could give.

Her hug was very light, her arms were almost empty rings, and she didn't go close. The time was short, and she would retreat in just a few seconds.

As soon as he stepped back, his shoulders tightened, and then he had a leap of strength to move forward. In an instant, Li Xingchen returned to Jiang Cong's arms, with his face pressed against his chest.

He was surrounded by heat, and his heartbeat was right in his ears.

Jiang Cong hugged tightly and strongly, and his chin was resting on top of her head.

His voice was slightly hoarse and he seemed even heavier: "Li Xingchen, you are right, but I have something to add."

Li Xingchen's arms sag loosely against his waist, and his breath was his smell.

A few seconds later, he felt the vibration of his chest, and the voice from his head came again, "You are different from them."

"Um."

Jiang Cong was stunned. Unexpectedly, the little girl responded. Before she could get happy, she heard her say again: "We are good deskmates who love each other."

Jiang Cong: "..."

She remembered everything he said clearly.

"I'm going to go to bed, Jiang Cong." After saying that, Li Xingchen pushed him.

Jiang Congsun has strength.

Li Xingchen retreated from his arms, didn't look at him anymore, and walked in with his head down.

After walking a few steps, I heard a helpless sentence behind me: "I'm so stupid."

Li Xingchen paused for a moment, quickly connected, and disappeared in the small living room.

She is not stupid.

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"Jiang Cong, got up and went to school."

Jiang Cong covered his quilt and heard this in a daze, he ignored it and continued to sleep.

This is the sixth time Li Xingchen called him.

She frowned and sighed slightly, standing by the bed thinking hard how she could successfully call him up.

At this time, the sound of cats being whispered and slitting the iron cage was heard.

Have it.

Jiang Congzheng was sleeping soundly, but his stomach suddenly became heavier, as if someone had punched him hard, and he had a breath.

Outside the quilt, Jiang Tiechhui was playing with a trampoline on him, working very hard, and this cat had some personal grudges.

Jiang Cong was smashed and groaned, and a hoarse voice came from under the quilt: "I... fuck."

Jiang Tiehai's tonnage attacked and sat on his head through the quilt.

"..." Jiang Cong pushed away the quilt irritably, and squinted his eyes slightly before he woke up, facing a fat cat face.

"Meow~"

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Get out of here."

At this moment, there were a line of bold words written all over his body - Don’t be fooled by me, I’m angry.

But Li Xingchen is not afraid of him at all now, so he spoke seven times at the right time: "Jiang Cong, get up to school."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Jiang opened the crack in his eyes with difficulty, his brows frowned deeply, and he turned his head in accordance with the sound. The little girl had changed back to her clothes and stood beside the bed and looked at him with her head tilted.

His voice was lazy and silly: "What are you doing?"

"go to school."

Jiang Cong took out his cell phone and took a look, at 5:37.

"..." The chickens don't get up so early.

He was so sleepy that he closed his eyes again and said vaguely: "...Then you go."

Li Xingchen: "Don't you go?"

No response.

Li Yun was going to school this morning, so she had to take the opportunity to go home to change clothes and get her schoolbag, and she had no time to deal with him again.

He said directly: "I have to go home. I folded your clothes and put them on the end of the bed. Get up quickly, hoping that I can see you in the position when I arrive at school."

Still no response, he seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Li Xingchen sighed and left.

The footsteps went away and the door clicked.

Jiang Tiech looked at the direction of the door for a few seconds, then turned around to Jiang Cheng's face to prepare for the same trick to repeat it.

But this time I sat halfway, Jiang Cong pushed it away in time.

He sat up, his mind half clear and dizzy, his eyes fell on the school uniform at the end of the bed, pressed his body forward, stretched out his arms and sucked it over.

After staring in his hand for a few seconds, he suddenly wanted to smell it, and he did so.

Well, she smells so good.
Chapter completed!