Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

"Although Young Master Li was born in a prominent family, he didn't live well..."

When Shen Zhichu heard the old housekeeper say this, she just pulled the corner of her lips lightly, it was not obvious, and she couldn't see her subtle movements from the side.

Li Jingshen's life is not good, but there are many people who are worse than him. He can live without worrying about food and clothing since he was born, and he is born superior. Is it really bad?

就拿白邱璟来说，从小被抱错换到了厉家，成为佣人的孩子，每天挨揍训练，在刀口上舔血，必要的时候，还要代替雇主去死。

The old butler didn't notice Shen Zhichu's strange emotions, and continued: "His parents have left since he was a child, and the situation of the Li family is no different from that of ordinary families. He has been in a dangerous place for a long time, has a sensitive temper, has no sense of security, and lacks love. ...... Maybe you can't accept the memory of doing something sorry to you, but I believe that the young master still has deep feelings for you, after all, you are the first woman he brought back. "

Lack of love, this is not the first time she has heard this word, Zhao Qian also said the same thing, persuading her to forgive Li Jingshen, saying that Li Jingshen does not understand love.

Where does the courage come from to use lack of love as an excuse to hurt others?

After all the calculations, the perpetrator is innocent and the victim is guilty.

Thinking about it, Shen Zhichu couldn't help but said bitterly: "A person in his 30s still lacks love, why don't he recognize me as his mother and I will love him well?"

As soon as these words came out, the old butler was stunned. He really didn't expect such a gentle girl in front of him, who was so polite just now, to suddenly become so sharp-tongued.

The sarcasm on Shen Zhichu's face burst out undisguised, and a cold light burst out from his beautiful eyes, as cold as a knife.

The old butler was speechless for a moment, sensitively feeling that it was the few words he said that offended her, but he didn't say anything?Getting angry with just a few homely words, it is obvious that Shen Zhichu is not angry with words, but with people.

Shen Zhichu was dissatisfied with Li Jingshen.

At this time, Li Jingshen also came out of the bathroom. It was a coincidence that when he came out, he heard Shen Zhichu's words that a mother must recognize her son.

The awkward atmosphere was broken by Li Jingshen, the old butler changed the subject, saw Li Jingshen's pale face, and asked worriedly.

"Young Master Li, is it okay for you to look so pale?"

Li Jingshen said with a bloodless face, "It's okay, it's just that it's cold and I have a cold."

The old housekeeper was a little worried: "Then I just asked the kitchen to boil ginger soup for you to drink later. It should be better if you sleep. The temperature in J City has dropped rapidly recently. It is cold. Call the doctor."

"I see, I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle He."

Compared with the rest of the Li family, the old housekeeper is more like a relative of Li Jingshen.

Li Jingshen did many rebellious things, fighting with his own brothers, fighting openly and secretly, the fight was so bad that his head was bleeding, and old man Li was so angry that he vomited blood.

It is a common occurrence to be punished by the hands, punished to stand, kneel on the bench, and locked in a small black room without food.

Only the old housekeeper would take care of him, secretly accompany him and talk to him, send him bread when he was locked up in a small dark room and had no food to eat, and teach him the principles of life after his parents died. Let him not become a gangster, and often tell him about his parents.

"No trouble, it should be done." The old butler went to the kitchen again with a cane. He was really worried, and after leaving, he secretly asked the helper to watch, so as not to quarrel between the two.

Li Jingshen and Shen Zhichu didn't quarrel, one had a cold face, the other was expressionless, Li Jingshen patted the non-existent dust on his thigh, and sat on the sofa opposite Shen Zhichu.

The cough just now made his chest ache. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of hot tea, which slightly relieved the dull pain.

The pain of lung cancer is not better than that of stomach cancer. It is also painful enough to vomit blood. In the advanced stage of lung cancer, even breathing is a kind of torture. The chest is swollen, as if it is supported by a balloon, as if a sharp needle is inserted into it. There will be an explosion of flesh and blood.

Li Jingshen is a person who is used to enduring pain, even if the pain inside is riddled with holes, he remains silent and said to Shen Zhichu without changing his face: "As soon as I came out, I heard you say that you want to be my mother."

Shen Zhichu was dumb for a moment, and said after a while of silence: "Who made these people say that you lack love."

"I don't lack love." There was once a man who loved him like his life. He loved him for four full years and filled up the years when there was no love in his life. He really didn't lack love. Hurt the person who loves him the most.

Shen Zhichu calmly looked at Li Jingshen's gaze, based on what she knew about Li Jingshen, she thought he would slap her when he got angry, but he didn't expect that he didn't care at all, and even said her words as a joke .

Shen Zhichu felt bored in an instant, and she got up to leave, looked upstairs, then outside, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked outside.

When he reached the door, a huge force hit him from behind, Shen Zhichu was pulled back, and his back slammed into an embrace.

"Where are you going?"

"Go out to breathe." Shen Zhichu twitched his hand but didn't take it away, his face collapsed immediately, "Let go."

"It's cold outside, don't go out, I'll take you upstairs." Li Jingshen pulled Shen Zhichu and took him to the third floor in the elevator.

Li Jingshen glanced back at Shen Zhichu's blue face: "Why are you so angry? I wasn't even angry when you said you were my mother."

Shen Zhichu didn't say a word, and let Li Jingshen lead her into a room.

"You will live here tonight, take a good rest, and I will take you to a place tomorrow."

Shen Zhichu asked: "When will you return to Rongcheng?"

"After you and I went to the place I mentioned, we will return to Rongcheng."

Not only did he go back to Rongcheng, he also planned to let her go.

Li Jingshen's eyes suddenly turned gray, which was mixed with bitterness, which made people very puzzled, he let go of her hand.

The room was reserved for Shen Zhichu. This is the room where Li Jingshen slept before. The decoration was decorated according to his preferences. The cool color is grayish, and the light here is also dark. It is obviously daytime, but the light inside seems to have arrived. dusk.

After Li Jingshen went out, Shen Zhichu went over and opened all the curtains, but the light was not so good.

She glanced around, the room was big, it had everything, and it was connected to the study.

This place is obviously cleaned every day, there is no dust, the books on the bookshelf are a bit old, it seems that they have been placed for a long time.

His eyes carefully scanned every place, the floor, the bookshelf, the cabinet, the desk, the bed... every place here faintly reveals the traces of Li Jingshen's life here.

She saw a photo album on the bookshelf, took it down and opened it, and most of it was Li Jingshen's photos, and the age was written under the photos, from the full moon to the seventh birthday, and then it was blank.

Li Jingshen was really good-looking since he was a child, he looked like a delicate ceramic doll, his eyes were not as dangerous as they are now, they were a little naive, and his eyes were like black grapes.

Li Jingshen in the photo is playing with building blocks alone, doing homework alone, painting alone, and playing Lego alone. He is very serious and lonely.

Li Jingshen obviously doesn't like taking pictures, he never looks at the camera, and he doesn't like to smile very much.

The older he got, the more rigid the expression on his face became. When he was seven years old, he was like a piece of wood, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

At the age of seven, Li Jingshen lost his parents.

Shen Zhichu put the photo album back to its original place, walked to the bed and sat down. In the corner next to the wall at the head of the bed, there was a stick figure of a couple holding a child's back. Childish and vague, but Shen Zhichu still recognized it.

——Mom and Dad, Ah Shen misses you so much.

There are obvious signs of mold erosion on the floor where the wall is vertical. If the floor is kept in a wet state for a long time, it will become moldy if it is not managed for a long time.

Shen Zhichu looked at the moldy spot, feeling a little absent-minded, and what appeared in his mind was the image of seven or eight-year-old children curled up in a corner silently weeping and sobbing.

Shen Zhichu closed her eyes and shook off the pictures in her mind. She opened her bag and took out her mobile phone. The mobile phone was still not connected to the Internet, so she could only check the time.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Zhichu turned on the internet, maybe because there were too many messages, the phone couldn't react for a while, and there was a freeze.

(5.21 Chuchu in another world, happy birthday.)