Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Huahe County

The sunset glowed like silk in the sky, and was also reflected in the sunglasses on the man's head.

He was wearing a simple T-shirt and trousers, with a cold expression on his handsome face as if carved, as he was staring at the man in front of him who was pinned to the ground by two bodyguards.

"Are you talking back?"

"I've already told you that I'm just a tabloid reporter! I'm just here to investigate local news in Huahe."

"He lied!"

A little boy nearby shouted, "He keeps asking if there is anyone named Ye Kong here!"

The man touched the little boy's head and sneered as the man on the ground howled: "Since you refuse to tell me, then go to the police station and talk to the police. I don't believe that I can't find out your identity..."

"Hey—" Before he could give the order, the dean, who had been watching silently, suddenly spoke up to stop him, "You don't have to go to the police station."

The man turned to look at him, and said in a neutral tone: "President Sun is such a good person."

The old man laughed and said, "What I mean is that we have an abandoned confinement room in our courtyard. We can let this gentleman live there temporarily. After living there for a while, he will naturally be willing to speak up."

“……” The young man was stunned, and then he realized that he was wrong.

He looked at the old man with a complicated look in his eyes until the man was taken away howling like a ghost. Then he slowly said, "I thought you would be a more 'kind' person."

The old man laughed out loud: "What do you think an orphanage is? The children here are much more difficult to deal with than those from normal families. The probability of a little devil appearing is much higher than the probability of a little angel appearing."

The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What about Ye Kong? Was she an angel or a devil when she was a child?"

The dean laughed when he heard this: "You finally couldn't help asking. You've been here for two days in vain, and you haven't said a word except hanging out with the kids. I thought you were really going to keep it to yourself until you leave."

"…You already knew who I was?"

"Although the flower box is very remote and I'm an old man, I'm not so ignorant of this - every time I go to the city to buy goods, I can see your advertisement." The old man sighed, "Ye Zhen, a big star, if it was a year ago, I would never have thought that the person in the advertisement that I could see every time in the city would actually be Eleven's biological brother."

Ye Zhen was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "No."

"what?"

"I mean, I'm not her brother—because she doesn't recognize me." When he said the last few words, the man turned his eyes away inadvertently and looked at the sunset in the distance.

Dean Sun was also stunned for a moment, and immediately said with certainty: "You must have done something that touched her bottom line. Otherwise, Eleven is not the kind of person who deliberately pretends to be sentimental. Even if she has no feelings for you, she will not deny the facts."

"..." The last sentence was very heartbreaking. Ye Zhen could only pretend that he didn't hear it. He said frankly in a tense tone: "I... slapped her."

"..."

This sentence made the atmosphere around them stagnant.

In the silent wind, Ye Zhen felt that Dean Sun and all the children present were looking at him at the same time.

Their expressions were not particularly angry, just a little surprised, but for some reason, he suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

After a long while, the old man withdrew his gaze, patted the head of the little girl who was hugging his legs as if to comfort her, and said slowly: "Oh, then you are really finished. Eleven hates it most when others hit her - didn't she slap you a few times on the spot?"

"……No."

The old man shook his head: "It's hopeless, just give up."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the gate of the orphanage: "If you came here to try to reconcile with her by understanding her past, then you can leave now. There is no hope."

"..."

In the man's suddenly shrinking pupils, the old man said as usual: "You asked me before, eleven hours old is an angel or a devil - of course it is the latter."

He said: "Besides being mean and ruthless, she is also the kind of person who draws a line in her heart but never tells others in advance. This is probably just a small matter for her, and she may not even think about it seriously, but the moment you make the decision, you are out forever. No matter how much you do in the future or how much you want to make up for it, it will be useless."

"But don't worry." The old man patted his stiff shoulders again in a comforting manner, "She will still treat you normally. Eleven is the kind of person who can get along normally even if there is a clear boundary between them. She will never make you feel too uncomfortable."

Ye Zhen: …

It was not until the old man walked into the building humming a song that Ye Zhen swallowed very slowly.

"elder brother!"

A childish voice came, and he looked down. It was the little boy who had been following him for the past two days, "Are we still going? Where Eleven likes to stay?"

Only then did Ye Zhen realize that the few children who always liked to hang around him before had now left quietly, leaving only this one still hugging his thigh.

Ye Zhen touched his head and said in a dry voice: "Go."

"Great!" the little boy cheered.

He was dragged by the little boy towards the hillside behind the building.

"Haven't you been here before?"

he asks.

"We were only at the foot of the mountain before. Today I'll take you to the mountain! Eleven goes there often." The little boy told him as he climbed the mountain road with a huff, "Eleven doesn't like exercise. We run in circles in the yard every morning, but she always sleeps in and refuses to get up. Grandpa said that if she didn't like staying in the mountain, she would really not get any exercise at all."

"What is she doing in the mountains? Painting?"

The little boy only left him with his back and nodded vigorously: "But besides drawing, she also daydreams. I have secretly seen her daydreaming many times."

Ye Zhen stopped talking.

He followed the little boy up the mountain in silence, replaying the dean's words in his mind, his face turning increasingly pale.

He has been living in the orphanage for the past two days, and every day he asked the children here to take him to places Ye Kong liked. So following the directions of different children, in addition to various corners of the orphanage, he also visited the library in Huahe County, the dilapidated art gallery, and some small bookstores and dessert shops in some corners, and even a stray animal station.

After this stroll, the image of a girl who loves art, sweets and animals was re-established in my mind.

But at the same time, these children told him, "Eleven has nothing he likes and nothing he likes to do."

So, that image was once again questioned.

The Ye Shiyi they were talking about seemed to be covered with a layer of frosted glass, unclear and full of mysteries.

Unconsciously, in the increasingly dense sunset glow, they had climbed up the not-so-high hillside and stepped onto a flat wasteland. In the distance, they could vaguely see the shadow of a shabby barbed wire fence.

And behind the barbed wire are higher mountains.