The little mute's life was stolen, and the wealthy boss comes to spoil him

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Tang Wan is so young that she doesn't even know that people have a profound emotion called "love".

Family love is what Tang Wan wants most right now, and then there is the friendship between children.

As for love...

For Tang Wan, who was only six years old, it was too far.

She couldn't understand love, but she could feel Si Huai's vitality like stagnant water.

Tang Wan was a little curious.

Who is Uncle Si Huai's lover?

She must be a very good person to make Uncle Sihuai miss her so much.

Seeing that Si Huai didn't resist him, Lu Lin let go of his hand in disgust and looked at Si Huai with unconcealable contempt.

"Look at what you look like now. There is still a little bit of what you were like before."

"You are the only one in the Si family, and Aunt Si has only one son."

"How sad you should make her like this."

Si Enzhi did not expect that Lu Lin, who had always been lawless, would say such a thing.

After all, in her eyes, children like Lu Lin are still very young.

But the years are growing silently.

I don't know when they suddenly became taller and grew up.

Si Enzhi looked at Si Huai who said nothing, with some pain in his beautiful eyes.

She knew that her son was actually just living by chance.

He hopes his lover is still alive.

So I tried my best to find traces of the child.

For more than two thousand days and nights, not only Si Huai was in pain, Si Enzhi was also in pain.

They still look whole, but in fact, they are broken.

Tang Wan tilted his head, looked at Si Huai who had no light in his eyes, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

In the end, only Fu Wenzhi held Tang Wan's hand and put Tang Wan's cold little hand back into the quilt.

A dark cloud drifted past the window at some point, completely blocking the bright sunshine, making it so dense that it made people breathless.

The moist air is spreading, like a pain that has lasted for years, making people feel the pain that grows from the bone marrow.

In a daze, at this moment, Tang Wan suddenly understood the meaning of Si Huai's love.

If you have it, it is a complete soul and a complete life.

But if it is lost, it is extremely painful.

It's half a soul lost, it's the rest of life in pain.

He struggled day by day with the end in sight.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, Tang Wan and Si Huai were discharged together.

Si Huai looked like before again, pale all over, with no color on his face, and a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, which looked a little inhumane.

It seemed that the crazy Si Huai he saw before was not him.

Tang Wan just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

The soul that lost its lover is just hiding.

Hiding under this rotten body, I want to drown.

The school attaches great importance to the spring flower party and carefully selects a day with the best weather.

Tang Wan calculated the time and found that there was still more than a month before the official start.

There is plenty of time.

Ji Helin on the side was a little curious about what Tang Wan was writing, and stretched his neck to take a peek.

However, he had just made such an action when Tang Wan discovered him.

There was no anger on Tang Wan's face, but his black eyes kept looking at Ji Helin.

Ji Helin turned his head sarcastically and said stiffly: "If you don't want to watch it, I won't watch it. I'm so stingy. I begged you to watch it, but I didn't even watch it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his foot and kicked the stool at Tang Wan's front table. His tone was a little lazy: "Gong Xiao, where is my breakfast?"

Tang Wan didn't know what agreement they had reached. It seemed that after Gong Xiao came back to school, Ji Helin's attitude towards her became very bad.

Gong Xiao didn't move, as if silently resisting.

Tang Wan looked at Ji Helin and frowned suddenly, looking particularly bored: "I'm talking to you!"

His voice became louder unconsciously.

The classmates in the class also subconsciously restrained their voices, for fear of causing Ji Helin's dissatisfaction.

Tang Wan saw Ji Helin kicking Gong Xiao's bench again and reached out to pat the back of Ji Helin's hand.

Ji Helin didn't expect that his deskmate, who was unwilling to talk to him, would take the initiative to "call" him.

He was a little excited in his heart, but he didn't want to lower his body too low, so he just lazily raised his eyelids and asked, "What are you doing?"

But if he had a tail behind him, it would probably be wagging uncontrollably.

However, Tang Wan just held up a piece of white paper with slightly sharp writing on it.

[Class is about to begin]

Ji Helin understood Tang Wan's meaning at once, "tsk" in a low voice, and then retracted his actions.

Finally, he came to Tang Wan's face and spread his hands: "I'm hungry."

Tang Wan took out a pack of biscuits from his schoolbag and placed it in Ji Helin's hand.

She has two kinds of biscuits, one made by herself for friends, and one bought for strangers.

In case someone was hungry, she bought cookies and handed them to him.

She's always been like this, ready to help others, yet so close to others.

Ji Helin didn't know about this. He just shook the biscuits in his hand and looked at the logos that could be seen everywhere on the packaging. He felt a little irritated and said, "Why didn't you make it yourself?"

"Forget it, just accept it reluctantly."

If he hadn't put down the cookies without pausing, perhaps this sentence would be more convincing.

Tang Wan didn't pay attention to Ji Helin's duplicitous appearance, and just watched the head teacher walk up to the stage.

For some reason, Tang Wan felt that the head teacher, who had always been unwilling to take care of anything, felt particularly burdened this time.

Even his steps became a little heavy.

He stood on the podium, his gray hair looking particularly vicissitudes of life.

The head teacher still subconsciously picked up the thermos cup on the desk and took a sip before speaking.

But for some reason, Tang Wan felt that his voice was still hoarse.

"Today is a practical class. We are going to visit the Martyrs Cemetery."

"That is a special martyrs cemetery. Their appearance and information are hidden until they complete their mission."

"In order to show respect for the martyrs, the school will prepare white flowers and black clothes for all students. Please change your clothes in turn."

At this point, Tang Wan saw the head teacher pause slightly, then lower his head and blink hard.

Tang Wan didn't know if she saw it wrong. She seemed to see a trace of moisture in the class teacher's eyes.

Kind of like tears.

But his movements were too fast, so Tang Wan didn't see clearly.

The head teacher looked up again, looking lazy again.

He looked at the dozen students present and said in a hoarse voice: "We will meet in the playground in half an hour."