The monthly exams are coming, the monthly exams are over, and the results are announced, which means the "criticism meeting" is coming.

Yan Manjia lived with Uncle Rong and Wang Zici for a month, and Yan Manjia also deeply felt their true care and concern. It was also true that when Yan Manjia was with them, she gradually disappeared.

Instead of being defensive, you can only relax and be at ease.

The school door opened, and adults entered the campus one after another. Yan Manjia sat in her seat, looking at the parents one after another outside the window. Her expression was very low. Wang Zici flashed in Yan Manjia's sight.

Sitting in her seat, Yan Manjia came to her senses, got up and walked out of the classroom.

Wang Zici noticed his sister's state, glanced sideways out of the window, and then looked back. He noticed someone waving downstairs. This person looked familiar, so he stood up and looked out the window at the person downstairs. It was his father Wang Xunrong.

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He hurriedly ran out of the classroom, rushed down the stairs, and came downstairs. He stared, and his fast pace slowed down a lot. He looked up and down at his father's clothes. They were not the simple and monotonous clothes in the past, but slightly...

Formal black shirt and gray trench coat.

He saw that his father's expression seemed a little nervous.

Wang Xunrong stood in the center of the foyer, looking at his appearance in the red tiles of the pillars, and took a deep breath. Wang Zici stood aside. He had never seen his father in such a tense state.

"I...I should be able to do this."

Wang Xunrong looked at Wang Zici and his tone was no longer as confident as before. Instead, his words were gleaming.

Wang Zici nodded slowly.

Every step Wang Xunrong took showed his nervousness.

Wang Zici frowned when he saw that his father's steps were no longer as fast and vigorous as before, but became timid.

"As for...?"

Wang Zici walked to the stairs and looked up at his father walking up the stairs.

In the classroom, Yan Manjia stood in the corridor, watching the parents of her classmates walk into the classroom one after another. The parents sat in their children's seats, and the classmates left the classroom and came to the corridor. Liu Jia walked to Yan Manjia and looked at

Yan Manjia's seat was empty, so he patted Yan Manjia on the shoulder.

"It's okay, my parents have never been here before, and this time is no exception."

Yan Manjia looked at Liu Jia and smiled politely, then leaned sideways against the guardrail of the corridor and looked at the mountains outside the school. The female student from the next class pulled Liu Jia away. Liu Jia looked back and looked at the mountain in a daze.

Yan Manjia then looked back and went downstairs.

Two female classmates who were in the same class as Yan Manjia had just finished using the toilet and were walking slowly up the stairs. One of the female classmates saw Yan Manjia standing alone in the corridor and smiled.

"Does she have no one to support her? I have never met her parents."

The female classmate flicked the water in her hand, raised her head, and spoke in a very condescending tone, saying uneducated words,

On the stairs below them, Wang Xunrong stopped and looked at the female classmate who was speaking in surprise. He frowned and clenched his fists.

"This classmate, Yan Manjia, is my daughter."

"I am her father."

Wang Zici stood behind Wang Xunrong and said nothing.

The female classmate was frightened by the sudden sound and took a small step aside. She blinked her eyes, looked at the cold eyes and stern look of the man in front of her, and swallowed nervously.

The student next to the female classmate opened his eyes wide and made an "oh" shape with his lips. He said softly: "So... so high."

Wang Xunrong walked up behind the two female classmates with long legs. The two female classmates moved aside consciously. This time, Wang Xunrong did not respond politely with a smile, but looked at the one next to him who spoke harshly indifferently.

The female classmate did not dare to face Wang Xunrong's eyes and kept looking at the ground, but she also understood the warning eyes.

Wang Xunrong was about to walk to the door of the classroom. At this time, Gu Zhi walked out of the office. He saw Wang Xunrong. The moment Wang Xunrong turned to look at Gu Zhi, Gu Zhi turned around and took out his mobile phone.

"Is it the document on the table?"

Gu Zhi walked towards the office slowly, holding an exercise book in his left hand, pretending to push up his glasses with his left finger, covering his face, and walked into the office.

Wang Xunrong stared at Gu Zhi's back for a few seconds, and then quickly came to his senses. He walked to the classroom door and saw Yan Manjia standing in the corridor. He wanted to go up and talk to his daughter. At this time, the head teacher walked to the podium at the entrance of the classroom.

While shouting at Yan Manjia's back: "Yan Manjia, it's the last year, are your parents still not coming?"

Yan Manjia pursed her lips helplessly, turned around and was about to apologize again, when she saw Uncle Rong.

But what Uncle Rong said to the class teacher next made her brain confused.

"Hello, I am the father of Yan Manjia and Wang Zici."

Wang Xunrong smiled and said to the class teacher.

The head teacher was very surprised that the man in front of him with extraordinary temperament, who was much taller than him, was actually Yan Manjia's father who had been absent from the parent-teacher meetings.

"Hello...Hello."

"No wonder, they walked so close together, they turned out to be brother and sister."

"Wang Zici, take your father to your place quickly."

"The meeting will begin soon."

Yan Manjia looked dumbfounded in the corridor, standing motionless, quietly watching Uncle Rong sitting in her seat. Uncle Rong's words just kept lingering in her mind, and she was in a daze.

She didn't understand why Uncle Rong said it was her father. She left the corridor and the teaching building. She didn't hear any sound along the way. What surrounded her ears was what Uncle Rong had just said. She kept running.

I kept running until I reached the empty table tennis court in the corner of the school.

She stopped and breathed heavily. In the quiet environment, she could only hear her breathing and Uncle Rong's words, which kept echoing in her ears. She squatted in the corner, holding her hands tightly.

Holding my head, I didn't want myself to recall that incident, but the more I tried to stop my brain from recalling it, the terrifying scene still appeared in my mind.

Yan Manjia's father looked furious. He picked up the knife. His eyes in the sunlight were very ferocious, like a murderer. His father held the knife tightly and waved, and the knife flew toward Yan Manjia's neck like a dart, appearing in her mind.

What he saw before his eyes was a blur of bright red blood.

She grabbed her hair hard and hit her head, trying to prevent the scene in her mind from appearing again. Her tears never stopped like rain. That look in her eyes, the one that frightened her to the extreme, kept flashing in her mind.

She couldn't get it out of her mind.

However, there was a man standing behind the wall not far away, staring at her silently for a long time. However, he did not step forward to comfort the girl. He frowned tightly and clasped his hands.

"sorry···."

When he said three words, he closed his eyes in guilt, his lips trembled faintly, and he walked away.

At the end of the parent-teacher meeting, Wang Xunrong never saw his daughter, and he felt a little worried. He looked at his son Wang Zici next to him, then he felt relieved, left school, returned home, and used the latest status to prepare a new one.

dinner.

During the lunch break, Yan Manjia couldn't fall asleep, and she didn't know how to tell Jian Kong. She came to the office, knocked gently on the door, walked into the office, and walked to Teacher Gu's desk.

But what shocked her was that Gu Zhi's desk was empty, empty, even the chemical experiment supplies under the table next to him were missing.

Yan Manjia was stunned for a few seconds. She swallowed her throat and saw a teacher passing by her.

"Teacher, hello, Gu... where is the teacher?"

The teacher looked at the empty desk and sighed.

"I resigned and left in the morning."

When Yan Manjia heard the news, her already messy mood became even lower.

"He...he didn't leave a message or anything?"

The teacher looked at Yan Manjia, turned his mouth downwards, and shook his head.

Yan Manjia blinked her eyes continuously and frowned. At this moment, her mind was blank. Why did Teacher Gu leave without saying goodbye? Why did the person who promised to take her away from this place disappeared? Why did Uncle Rong say he was her father.

The grass of trust that had just sprouted and grown in her heart collapsed in the soil at this noon, at this point in time, as if it had experienced a violent storm, and the only warm and bright sunshine disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Without a shadow, darkness descended once again, occupying her heart once again.

In the evening, Yan Manjia stood on the rooftop, looking at the endless black night, her eyes had lost sight of her.

Wang Xunrong came to the rooftop, walked carefully behind his daughter, and wanted to hold his daughter's arm and go downstairs. Yan Manjia turned around and looked up, staring blankly into Uncle Rong's eyes.

"Why do you...say it's me...my...father."

Yan Manjia's lips trembled slightly, and she choked on every word.

Seeing his daughter's depressed and dejected state, Wang Xunrong felt very distressed. He wanted to reach out and pull his daughter's arm, but Yan Manjia took a few small steps back.

The girl now doesn't know whether she should trust the person standing in front of her.

"Xiaojia, dad is sorry for you. I am only telling you now that I am your father because..."

"Impossible, then... why do I have no impression of you at all?"

Yan Manjia interrupted Wang Xunrong's words, and his daughter's words also stabbed his guilty heart. When he saw that there was no happiness in his daughter's melancholy eyes, he fully realized how sorry he was for his daughter.

"I really am your father."

Wang Xunrong looked into his daughter's eyes, his eyes were full of tenderness and guilt, his tone was low and gentle, and every word he revealed was true.

When she heard these words, Yan Manjia collapsed again, and the tears in her eyes couldn't hold back anymore, falling like raindrops.

"How...could you be...me."

"Your eyes are gentle, he... he is so scary."
To be continued...