Xu Jinzhou also refused to give in, and could no longer eat.
There was a lot more he wanted to say, but he stopped when he thought that this was Shen Ruomian's father.
Pulling up the chair, without saying anything, he wandered upstairs with his hands in his trouser pockets. Shen Huai should apologize to Shen Ruomian, not to him.
Does Shen Huai dare to care? The answer is definitely not. Why should he be so nice to a person who is not related to him by blood? If he hadn't thought that the Xu family would be in his hands from now on, even though he is working hard in the company now, he would not be able to say anything to someone in the future. Words can determine life and death. Can you see all that hard work?
In turn, he comforted Xu Shu: "Okay, don't worry about the child. He is still angry with me now. I just need to be more considerate."
Xu Shu didn't understand. His father had been dead for so many years. How could Shen Huai feel sorry for him, Xu Jinzhou? Even if he didn't ask anyone, he dared to exclude him in front of her. Wouldn't this be even more outrageous in private?
It seems that we need to think of a way.
After the host left, Aunt Zhang came out to clean up the tableware and muttered to Xiao Yu in a low voice: "People nowadays, their biological children are not that good. I don't know what I think."
"Aunt Zhang, don't worry about these things that you shouldn't care about. I kindly remind you." Xiao Yu said to her angrily.
Aunt Zhang didn't know what she was thinking and didn't bother to care.
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The weather in Haicheng is no better than that in Jingzhou, so people here have wrapped up their jackets early and can't help but shiver when the cool breeze blows occasionally.
Shen Ruomian was stimulated as soon as she got out of the car. She gathered up the coat she had just found out from the suitcase. The town had changed a lot. It was related to the development of the resort. Even the roads were repaired and there were more people. When she got up, listening to accents from all over the world, and occasionally walking past a few familiar neighbors, she felt more relaxed than ever before.
"Oh, Tangtang is back." Aunt He who came out to pour water called her by her nickname with a loving look on her face.
Shen Ruomian changed his hand to pull the suitcase, with a slight smile on his lips and a sweeter voice: "Aunt He, have you eaten?"
"The pot is burning. Dongdong is back. I killed a chicken at home. I will bring your grandma to eat with me later. I must come."
Seeing this girl getting even prettier when she came back, I thought to myself that this big city is really nurturing, and Aunt He couldn't hide the love in her eyes.
She had been in love with Shen Ruomian since she was a child, and she had always blamed her poor stomach for not giving birth to such a well-behaved daughter, but instead gave birth to a troublesome son.
The house was next door. Shen Ruomian said hello politely and couldn't wait to carry the box in.
As soon as she entered the door, the dog at the door started barking at her, then recognized her scent and eagerly followed her, its tail sweeping around her legs.
"Ah Huang, do you miss me?"
Shen Ruomian bent down and touched its head, calling its name. This was a dog she picked up from outside. It was almost ten years old now, and according to their world, its body was already going downhill.
"Who is it?" A crutch hit the ground, and the old man staggered out. She was old, and she didn't recognize a girl standing in the yard for the first second until Shen Ruomian spoke with a smile.
"Grandma, I'm back."
In the evening, it was Qiu Jinlan who was cooking. She wouldn't let her granddaughter do it, and insisted on helping her.
Shen Ruomian squatted in front of the stove fire, just like she did when she was a child. When her grandmother cooked, she would control the heat. The firelight jumped into the happy faces of her grandparents and grandson.
Halfway through the meal, there was a knock on the courtyard door.
She put down her chopsticks and went to open the door, but she heard his voice before she saw him.
"Grandma Qiu, sister Tangtang, my mother asked me to bring you some chicken soup."
This sound.
Her steps were a few steps slow.
He opened the door silently.
Chen Dong didn't wear a jacket. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, dark gray leggings, and flip-flops on his feet. He was shaking invisibly, but it also covered up his handsome face. He has a bit of a rough-and-tumble charm.
When he saw the door opened, he didn't look at the person carefully and handed over the bowl filled with chicken soup: "Come here, drink it while it's hot."
There was no hand to pick it up yet, so he raised his head in confusion.
Facing the girl's indescribable look, he went from being surprised at the beginning to calming down later, which was a bit interesting.
"So you are sister Tangtang."
In everyone's childhood, there are always one or two relatives who may come back only a few times from the beginning to the end of the year, or may not come back for three to five years. Over time, there are often rumors that they either went in or went up. .
Shen Ruomian and Chen Dong haven't seen each other for almost ten years. Children grow up quickly. She has long since lost her childishness, and he has long since been a gangster boy who has been struggling in society for so many years and has really entered the society. Already.
When Shen Ruomian was seven years old, she didn't like to talk to other people. She loved to be in a daze, staring at everything for a day. She didn't wear hearing aids at that time, but she could still see the comments about her from other people's bodies and eyes. , behind her is a sad family with discordant parents. She covers her hearing ears and can sometimes sit alone for a whole day.
I just remember that the brother next door passed by the door with injuries every day, and even his eyes were fierce.
At that time, it was the first time she saw someone looking at her in a different way, so she stared back curiously. Now that she thinks about it, she was really brave, how could she be compared to a murderer?
She didn't know his name. The two bumped into each other often, but never spoke to each other. She only knew that the family had just moved here, and the aunt would often yell something, which she guessed was the brother's name.
The first time he talked to Chen Dong, he threw a candy into her sitting arms like a beggar.
It was the first time Shen Ruomian saw such a beautiful candy wrapper. After eating the candy, she didn't even want to throw away the candy wrapper.
The memories are long. Thinking about it carefully, they have never deliberately asked each other's name, and maybe they don't even remember their appearance.
Later, the endless quarrels behind her were finally restrained after her mother fell. She gained freedom. After losing her mother, this sweetness had long been buried in her memory.
She didn't recognize him, and neither did he.
"Are you still angry?" Chen Dong knew that the incident had a big shadow on her, but he didn't know that it was the mute sister of the neighbor next door. Oh, no, mute?
He narrowed his eyes and came closer: "Aren't you mute?"
Shen Ruomian's impression of him was still that of a gangster who had been imprisoned for killing people. No wonder Aunt He fell ill that year and Uncle He couldn't even contact his son. Later he almost threatened to sever ties with this treacherous son. That The time coincides with the time when he was in prison.
"Who said I was mute?"
Chen Dong stepped back and glanced at the sky casually, recalling.
