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Chapter 18 When the Desire to Own a Home Turns into Desire

Ye Shiyu looked dull, covered his ears with his hands, stared in horror at the shards of glass under his feet and the big rock on the bed, and uttered a short scream.

Hearing the sounds around him, he raised his head in panic, his brows furrowed lifelessly, his eyes were red, obviously frightened and on the verge of collapse.

"Xiao Yu, don't move, just stand there." The surroundings calmly picked up the quilt on the bed, threw it under their feet, and stepped on the quilt to pick up Ye Shiyu and went to the living room.

Boom-boom-boom-just arrived in the living room, and heard the sound of glass being smashed, as if it came from the kitchen.

Ye Shiyu stared wide-eyed, looked at the kitchen door, and screamed.

The surroundings hugged Ye Shiyu tightly, put their chin on Ye Shiyu's forehead, let his head rest on his chest, and comforted him: "Shhhhhh...it's okay...I'm here."

The surrounding hands slightly exerted force, trying to convey some kind of stable and strong force to resolve Ye Shiyu's panic at the moment.

Ye Shiyu opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Ye Zhihui and Jiang Yahui also heard the voice, and ran out of the east room with their coats on.

Looking in through the crack of the door, the east room is the same as the west room, the window glass is all broken, there are pieces of broken glass everywhere, and there are a few big brown stones on the ground.

This kind of stone can be seen everywhere in the countryside, and there is nothing unusual about it.

He speculated that someone was throwing rocks at the windows outside the wall, deliberately smashing the glass.

Jiang Yahui glanced at the blood on the soles of Ye Shiyu's feet, and said angrily, "Husband, if you go to find Li Wenchang, his bastard son must have done it."

Ye Zhihui obviously knew about the entanglement between Gao Wenchang and Jiang Yahui, so he hesitated to go, but looked at Ye Shiyu slightly worried.

Jiang Yahui laughed and scolded: "Can you stop being so useless? Go and ask him why he smashed our glass? Is there any law?"

Ye Zhihui hesitated to speak, paused, shook his head helplessly, and left with a flashlight.

People around could feel that Ye Zhihui didn't want to go, but for Jiang Yahui's sake, he still went.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and the whistling north wind went straight into the house. There was no glass in the house, and there were broken glass everywhere.

Jiang Yahui cleaned up the broken glass with a broom, raised her head and rushed around and said, "Don't worry about it, just put some medicine on his feet."

The surroundings nodded, carried Ye Shiyu back to the West Room, lifted the sheet, and shook the shards of glass off the bed.

Hearing the crackling sound, Ye Shiyu sat on the bed blankly, as if he had lost his mind, staring straight at his bleeding soles, as if he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

When the surroundings smeared iodophor on the soles of his feet, he just glanced at it lightly, then turned his head to look at the black hole in the glass in a daze.

When people are in extreme pain, they just need someone to confide in, and the best person is a stranger.

Ye Shiyu had too many things in his mind, and he didn't know where to start, but he didn't want to disturb the surroundings with these messy things.

After treating the wound on his foot, dipped a little povidone iodine around it with a cotton swab, and began to disinfect the corners of Ye Shiyu's mouth.

Ye Shiyu backed away slightly, and only then could he clearly see how long the wound on his lip was.

I used cotton swabs to clean up the blood scab around, and checked it carefully again to make sure there were no other wounds before putting away the medicine box.

The surroundings looked gloomy, as if there were countless gleaming knives aimed at his chest.

There were countless thoughts in his mind, swirling past like a storm.

Every thought cannot just let Li Feng go.

After tidying up the house, Ye Zhihui still hasn't come back.

Jiang Yahui was walking back and forth in the east room in a hurry. Ye Shiyu's feet were wrapped in gauze, and he barely put his feet into the slippers. He walked cautiously, and everyone around him supported him to find Jiang Yahui in the east room.

Even if the family members hide some shady secrets, they will still fight against foreign enemies at critical moments.

The few of them instinctively groped in the dark to find each other. Even though Ye Shiyu resented Jiang Yahui in his heart, he still wanted to stay with her.

The three of them wandered around the gate of the courtyard with flashlights on.

I don't know where the wind is coming from, it is fierce and urgent, and the leaves are rustling.

In the dark night, only the faint light of the flashlight flickered.

After waiting for a while, Ye Zhihui still didn't come back, Ye Shiyu was a little flustered, and whispered, "Dad, is he okay?"

The long and powerful arms around him were on his shoulders, and they pinched slightly, Ye Shiyu looked up at him with a far-fetched smile on his face.

He was particularly afraid that Ye Zhihui would disappear in the dark night.

Jiang Yahui smiled blankly, and said disapprovingly, "No, what can a gentleman do."

While talking, Ye Zhihui came back.

He looked at Jiang Yahui with a complicated expression and said, "I went to ask. Li Wenchang said that his son didn't do it. He also said that his son Li Feng didn't go out tonight."

Jiang Yahui sneered, not hiding the contempt and disdain in her eyes.

She glared at Ye Zhihui fiercely, and said mockingly: "Of course he won't admit it, I thought you could beat him up."

After a pause, the corners of Jiang Yahui's mouth twitched, and she smiled contemptuously: "In the end...you just came back."

Ye Zhihui's face was extremely ugly, mixed with different emotions such as self-blame, helplessness, fear, anger, etc., thousands of words were finally reduced to one sentence: "Don't talk like a child."

Jiang Yahui glanced at Ye Shiyu pointingly, and said angrily, "Really? You're a wimp, I don't think you went there at all, maybe you've been hiding somewhere for so long, causing us to worry in vain."

"You...you...why do you speak so badly?" Ye Zhihui was so angry that he stuttered and spoke incoherently.

Jiang Yahui crossed her arms and said with a sneer, "Isn't it? Are you still a fucking man?"

The voice was louder and louder, and she kept repeating: "Are you a fucking man? Are you worthy of being a man? You are a wimp."

Ye Zhihui bowed his head and remained silent, and when she finished cursing, he looked at her tenderly and sadly and said, "It's cold, let's talk when we get inside." After speaking, he was going to pull Jiang Yahui's arm.

She pulled back violently and took a sip: "You bastard."

After saying these words, Jiang Yahui went back to the house without hesitation, and Ye Zhihui walked in after shaking her body.

Across the half yard, Ye Shiyu heard Jiang Yahui's crying voice: "Why don't you teach him a lesson? Aren't you angry when you see me being bullied by him?"

Ye Zhihui didn't speak, but Jiang Yahui continued: "Speak up, why don't you scold me? You are an honest person, don't you get angry?"

Facing Jiang Yahui's aggressiveness, Ye Zhihui finally broke out, and finally shouted: "Enough, stop making trouble, what if the neighbors hear it?"

Jiang Yahui became more and more hysterical, and shouted recklessly, "I just want them to hear, what's wrong?"

Ye Zhihui lit a cigarette, coughed until he was choked by the smoke, coughed twice and said, "You are not ashamed, but I am."

Through the window glass, Ye Shiyu saw Jiang Yahui grabbing his skirt with both hands, and asked, "Please explain clearly, which one of us is ashamed? It's not because you are useless."

In the dark night, under a dim yellow light, two fuzzy and resentful shadows were arguing in full swing, not giving in to each other, interspersed with a few curse words and weird coughing sounds.

Ye Shiyu looked around absently, but didn't see anyone, nor did she see any lights suddenly turned on, so she felt relieved and asked her surroundings: "I don't think she's happy at all, is it because my son is not doing well?" ?”

Looking around at the dark sky, he persuaded: "No, it has nothing to do with you. Maybe she is just unhappy as a woman, unhappy as a wife, or unhappy as a mother."

"Why is she unhappy? Does she regret giving birth to me?" Ye Shiyu asked unclearly.

There was some hesitation around, and he said in a different tone: "No."

Ye Shiyu followed the eyes of his surroundings, and asked in bewilderment, "Surroundings, did you say that my dad went to find that man just now?"

The surroundings looked down at him and comforted him: "You, a child, don't care about the adult's business, they will take care of it."

In fact, most of the affairs of adults are handled in a mess, because people never grow up.Adults always think that children will not grow up, but in the eyes of older people, they are also children.

Families with unhappy marriages often end up implicating their children in suffering, either in pain or in depression for a lifetime.

The surrounding families are also like this, the father and son stare at him all the time, the biological mother Li Yuanyuan turns a blind eye, only cares about her own enjoyment, groveling to please them, wishing that the surroundings could live like her as a transparent person, a plaything without thinking and being dominated by others.

In the past 17 years, Ye Shiyu was the first person to give to his family.

Every person he has ever met has more or less left a fragment of soul in his heart, whether it is Zhou Yingwu or Ye Zhilan, they are put together around them, pieced together, shaped, and built, and finally become a fantasy world. s home.

Ye Shiyu is different, he is complete, and loves him with all of himself.

A real family, a family that needs no fantasy.

From this moment on, he decided to keep this home.

When the desire to own a home turns into desire, it can suddenly ignite a raging fire.

——At two o'clock in the morning, the surroundings suddenly opened their eyes, and quickly got up from the bed, put on their clothes lightly, put on their shoes, picked up the flashlight, and glanced back at Ye Shiyu. Holding his breath, he closed the door.

The big rock hit Ye Shiyu's head only a few centimeters away, he couldn't bear it.

Jiang Yahui was leaning against the door of the living room, wearing an old dark red coat, holding a slender lady's cigarette in her hand, the smoke she exhaled was bitter and mellow, and she said expressionlessly: "You are indeed young, You have a temper, you are much more capable than your uncle."

Like a wisp of smoke, Jiang Yahui turned around lightly, pressed the cigarette butt against the tiled wall of the living room, and dragged out the soot, leaving a long gray trace.

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