My villain is super flirtatious

Chapter 65 The Goddess Descends 63
Ji Chen glanced at the screen, then put down the phone again, ignoring the vibrating phone, and after a few rings, the phone on the other side hung up.

But not long after, the other party seemed to not want to give up, and the call came in again.

Ji Chen raised his eyes slowly, and his eyes fell on the big tree hidden in the darkness outside the window. Although it was a bit blurry, he could still vaguely see that the leaves on the tree had already fallen off in autumn. Covered by the wind and frost of the cold winter, it takes root in the ground alone.

Suddenly recalled that when he was very young, the man hugged him, pointed to the two trees in the picture book, and told him patiently, "Dad is a big tree, and you are a small tree. The big tree shelters the small tree from the wind and rain, and the small tree To thrive, right?"

"Then I want to eat well and grow taller. When I grow up, I will be so tall, even taller than my father. I will also protect my parents from the wind and rain!"

The scene of the little boy stretching his arms and making gestures seemed to reappear before his eyes, his immature voice was full of childishness, he was being hugged by his father, carried on his shoulders, riding a big horse, smiling so happily.

Those children's words and children's words are obviously a long time ago, but they are impressive.It may be because compared with those bad memories, this long and short sweetness is really rare.

They are hidden deep in his memory, like a piece of candy, he takes it out and licks it from time to time, so that this not-so-good life can be sweet.

The phone was still ringing next to his ear, Ji Chen withdrew his thoughts, looked there, hesitated for a while, and picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

A cold voice sounded in the quiet space, although his face was still expressionless, but if you look carefully, you can find that there is still a trace of hope in his eyes, although it is really shallow, so shallow that it is almost invisible.

It's just that soon, this little expectation disappeared without a trace after the man opposite opened his mouth.

"Where did you die? You left me alone at home on the night of New Year's Eve. Who will take care of what happened to me? I really gave birth to you, an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

"Growing up, the wings are hard, right? After the scar is healed, forget the pain, right? I think you just don't know how to raise it!"

The hoarse voice of the man on the opposite side sounded like the sound of foreign objects rubbing against the metal, which was extraordinarily sharp and piercing. Accompanied by his swearing, there was also the faint sound of the cup being thrown on the ground.

Ji Chen silently took the phone away to make his ears feel better. Even if he was scolded bloody, he didn't get very angry, his face was expressionless, and he remained calm.

When the other side finally stopped talking, he said lightly, "Just treat me as dead. My mother gave birth to me, and I raised me. I have grown up so much, and it has nothing to do with you." .”

His calm tone made the man on the opposite side even more furious. The sound of objects falling to the ground rang for a while, and the man cursed loudly, with endlessly unpleasant words.

After scolding for a long time, but did not get any response, he finally stopped because of dry mouth, and finally said, "No matter where you are, get out now!"

Ji Chen didn't speak, but glanced at the screen again, and hung up the phone directly. He took a deep breath, put out the cigarette butt, then walked to the window, took a last look at the bleak old tree, and stretched out his hand to hold the dark tree. The gray curtains were drawn, completely blocking out the faint light outside.

At night, everything was silent, the man was lying on the bed, his brows were tightly frowned, and he seemed to be sleeping very restlessly.

"The big tree shelters the small tree from the wind and rain, so the small tree can thrive, right?"

"Don't bother me! Go away!"

"My son is so smart, he can learn it as soon as he is taught!"

"Why don't you die quickly!"

There was a tingling in his head, and those good and bad words were intertwined, constantly stimulating his ears.

He seemed to be in a dark and closed environment, desperately trying to escape but couldn't escape, so he was forced to bear the noisy voices in his ears.

"Speak, why don't you speak?"

"I heard that his father is a gambler and lost all the money in the family!"

"A child who is left alone, how pitiful!"

"The gambler's son is not a good thing, we don't want to play with him!"

Everything that happened in the past flashed before his eyes one by one like a replay of a movie. Those words of ridicule and ridicule eventually turned into fragments and gradually disappeared.

The fragments gradually joined together again, forming the figure of a man. With red eyes, the man staggered around the room, suddenly stopped, and kicked heavily on the small figure curled up next to him. Cursed, "Why don't you die! Just die with your mother!"

In the darkness, the moonlight from outside the window came in and fell on the man's handsome face, but the clear-cut face was covered with cold sweat at the moment, his eyes were tightly closed, but his brows were almost knit together.

The snow gradually melted a little, and a full drop of water condensed on the roof, and with a "tick", it landed on the balcony.

Ji Chen sat up suddenly from the bed, opened his eyes, his eyes were full of sharpness and hatred.

There is a gray wallpaper in front of me, and a clock is hung on it. The sound of the second hand ticking is very clear in the silent night.

He stared at the wallpaper for a long time, took deep breaths, and then slowly recovered from the scene in his dream. After touching his head, he realized that he was already covered in cold sweat.

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After the winter vacation, Qiao Wan dragged her suitcase back to school. The first thing she saw was not the security man at the door, but... Zhang Zijie.

It was a coincidence that Qiao Wan had just taken the suitcase out of the car, said goodbye to Qiao's father, and saw him and Song Xi when she turned around.

It's been a long time since I saw him. Song Xi seems to be more confident than when he first started school, no longer the timid look before.

The two held hands and walked past her. Zhang Zijie saw her and waved. Qiao Wan also greeted him with a smile.

Seeing her pulling the suitcase, Zhang Zijie asked enthusiastically, "Do you want me to help?"

After he finished speaking, he felt the corner of his clothes being torn. Song Xiruo stood beside him nonchalantly, but his small movements in private obviously did not want him to help Qiao Wan.

Zhang Zijie looked at her puzzled. In his eyes, Song Xi had always been kind and gentle. Could it be that she misunderstood Qiao Wan?
Under his gaze, Song Xixiao showed an innocent expression on her face, as if she wasn't the one who wanted to stop him just now.

Qiao Wan didn't ignore their interaction. She didn't intend to ask Zhang Zijie to help her, so she waved her hand and said, "No, my box is not heavy."

"Then I'll go first."

She pulled the suitcase and walked away. Behind her, Song Xi stood at the same spot, watching her receding figure, her eyes dimmed.

(End of this chapter)