I'm down after reuniting with my ex

Wen Yan's smile slowly disappeared, and he became very calm.

Living up to now, it seems that only Ji Changan treats him kindly.

That's a feeling.

Wen Yan got on the bus, the setting sun gilded his side face into pale gold, even his eyelashes were haloed.

In Ji Changan's heart, he is actually very important.

Wen Yan cheered up and continued to recite the vocabulary in the swaying of the bus.

He has to work hard. Fortunately, both he and Ji Changan are good enough in their studies, and it is only a matter of time before they escape from everything now.

He always maintains a high-spirited attitude to face everything. After all, life is already bitter enough, and he wants to give himself a little sweetness.

Wen Yan didn't know who his father was, and his mother died of depression not long after giving birth to him.He was raised by his aunt and uncle from an early age.

He once longed for family affection in which family.He was not strong, and when he realized that his aunt and uncle didn't like him, he secretly cried many times.Also clumsily trying to please them.

But still being treated coldly.

It's not that they don't give food and don't let them study, but they just make you an outsider!naked in front of him.

Being beaten... It started after he was able to use a small bench to wash dishes in the kitchen.

If you do something wrong, you will be beaten, if you can’t learn to do housework, you will be beaten, if you don’t do well in school, you will be beaten...

Pumping with bamboo strips cut from bamboo will not hurt the muscles and bones, but it will hurt to death.

Some people called him a motherless bastard. He went up and scuffled with others, and he would be beaten when he returned home.In fact, the saddest thing is that his tall and straight uncle, when he complained with tears, asked coldly: "Isn't it?"

He was hoarse, and since then, he never imagined that the man's broad shoulders could lift him up like a father.

Because his uncle lifted his son and his cousin astride his neck, he had envied him.

Even jealous.

Later, when he was in the third year of junior high school, his cousin went out to swim in the cold one summer and drowned. His uncle, who was originally unsmiling, completely changed his temperament and became more indifferent and violent.

In the past, he could justify the bamboo sticks, and he could find reasons for himself. It was his uncle who taught him and made him outstanding.

But beatings with sticks and fists...

Rang Wenyan would tremble unconsciously when he heard the voice of his uncle and aunt talking when he got home.

That day, he confessed his love to Ji Changan and got home after drinking. It was already late, and before the sweetness left his tongue, he was frightened away by the figure standing in the living room.

He pulled his collar, dragged him into the bathroom, picked up the pole of the mop, and started beating.

"Drinking, coming home late?"

"Disgusting stuff."

He tried to beg for mercy, but it seemed the more he begged, the longer the man beat him.

The man has been a thug for a while, he knows how to beat people, it hurts, and he doesn't want to die.

That night, when he came from the bathroom, his mouth smelled of blood. The bathroom was cold and had a strange smell. It was as dirty as himself, and he almost crawled into his own bed.

Like a poor dog, crawling and humble, afraid of disturbing others even if it screams in pain.

Wen Yan suppressed the fear in his heart and opened the door with the key. The man and his aunt just looked up at him, and the man lowered his head and continued to put his ear on his aunt's swollen belly to listen to the child's heartbeat.

Very gentle and considerate, like a good husband and father.

"I'm back." After his aunt greeted him lightly, she lowered her head and continued talking to the man.

They have already had dinner and will not wait for the banquet.

"Yeah." Wen Yan went into the kitchen, heated up the leftovers, and ate in the kitchen.

At least this family didn't stop him from eating.

He made fun of suffering, silently washing dishes and doing hygiene in the greasy kitchen.

He bent over and lowered his head, so thin that his shoulder blades looked like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

...

Ji Changan sat at the dining table alone and ate dinner, and the servant prepared a sumptuous meal for him.

Lan Qin was wearing a rose-gold silk pajamas with a face mask on, and looked at her phone as she walked over, "Why didn't you get a full score in any of the monthly exams, and you can't get a full score in Chinese. You have to be close to 140 at least. Look at your math." , it’s only 130, and it’s not good for comprehensive reasoning..."

While looking at Ji Chang'an's monthly exam results, she frowned and demanded, "Ji Chang'an, I'll make offerings to you with delicious food and drink, so you have to live up to your expectations, be good enough, and go to your father more often." Let's go, maybe we can get him back, our family can still save this family."

Ji Changan finished his meal slowly, then put down his chopsticks, looked at his mother, "Go to him more, and like him like men?"

He even raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, but the knife was bloody.