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Chapter 972 : The Storm Strikes 20

"I never thought that a child would have such a sensitive mind. It's really strange. When I was a child, my parents never scolded me. They would forget it within three days at most..."

Shen Xuan continued to raise his head. Han Bing was surprised by her action and suddenly realized that he was afraid of tears.

"I thought about it for a long time before I figured it out." Shen Xuan said: "The reason why I forget it in three days is because I have countless playmates. No matter how great the sadness is, as long as I play with my friends for a while, it will be gone. Empty."

"But Shunzi is different. He has not had a single friend since he was a child." Shen Xuan sighed: "There is only one younger brother, Gao Xiaoshan, with whom he has a good relationship, but that is only during holidays."

"But I didn't think about this at that time. On the one hand, I was too busy with business, so I had very little emotional communication with him; on the other hand, after her mother and I divorced, my communication with Shunzi became very limited. Less, almost none...his character is even more weird and withdrawn."[

Han Bing listened quietly, knowing that Shen Xuan must have never told anyone.

"He smiles at everyone and wants to win everyone's friendship. But he seals his heart first, making it impossible for others to enter."

Han Bing recalled Shunzi's smile, so sunny and touching, but it could not be exchanged for any genuine friendship.

"He has no friends and lives in sadness all day long. So any little thing may ferment in his heart for a long time, and even take root and grow into a towering tree."

"Once I went to X County, his mother told me that Shunzi was at the door. I went out and walked around without finding him, and finally found him near a small ditch. He was dirty all over, like an African. The little black man was squatting on the ground, doing something very carefully. I walked over and found out that he had pinched seven gourd dolls..."

"That's great." Han Bing interrupted: "What a talent for art."

"He made it with urine and mud." Shen Xuan continued: "I walked over and smelled a foul smell. When I asked him what was going on, he told me excitedly that a child told him to use urine. The things he kneads with clay will turn into real people and he can play with them.”


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