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An Qingyan was so delirious from the burn that he felt very uncomfortable. In a daze, he had a dream, and he couldn't even tell whether it was reality or a dream, it was very real.

11 years ago.

In the Gu family villa, eight-year-old Lin Qingyan was still a thin and thin child. He was sitting on the steps of the courtyard, wearing short-sleeved trousers that were one size smaller. The trousers were a little shorter, exposing his slender ankles.

But he was exceptionally fair and clean, with a small face that was pretty and cute, and his eyes were as big and bright as grapes, but at this moment he was a little lost in thought, with his chin resting on his little hand, as if he was thinking about something.

The eldest brother has been away for three days. He said that he is going to study abroad. How far is it?Want to fly?Lin Qingyan was a little melancholy, he had never been on a plane before.

I really miss my big brother, I wonder if he eats well abroad, can he fall asleep at night?Will you be homesick?Do you cry when you are homesick?

Lin Qingyan sighed.

The thin and thin back of the child looked very lonely at this moment.

After the eldest brother left, he had no friends. The children in the neighborhood and the classmates in the school were unwilling to be friends with him, and they always bullied him.

"Xiaoyan, sweep the fallen leaves in the yard, remember to sweep them clean." Zhou Yuelan came over with a broom.

"Okay." Lin Qingyan responded with a clear and tender voice.

He obediently took the broom that was taller than himself, and began to clean the fallen leaves under the tree. Although he was still young, he was very skilled in the work, and his mother often asked him to help with the work.

He is also very happy to help with work, because at this time, his mother will not scold him, but will touch his head and praise him, saying that he is a good boy.

The broom was too big, and Lin Qingyan struggled to sweep it. August and September are the hottest days. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his little face, and continued to work hard.

At this moment, an equally immature voice sounded in his ears, pure and innocent with a bit of arrogance: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Lin Qingyan stopped what she was doing, looked up at the speaker, and stood opposite him.

It was a boy about his age, white and tender, wearing a clean shirt and trousers, a pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet, a long life lock necklace around his neck, and a car in his hand Toy.

It looks like a child of a rich family.

"I'm sweeping the floor." After finishing speaking, Lin Qingyan lowered his eyes. He was sweating and dirty, with a few small holes in his clothes and dirty shoes.

"What's your name? Why do you want to work here? You can't be the servant's son, right?" An Nanyi walked closer, looked at the person in front of her carefully, with a look of disdain and awe on her small face. laugh at.

Lin Qingyan is very familiar with this kind of gaze, and he also doesn't like other people looking at him with this kind of gaze. He took two steps back with the broom, "I'm going to continue working..."

An Nanyi: "What are you doing, I want you to play with me."

Lin Qingyan: "No, you can play by yourself."

"Look at the clothes you're wearing. They're worn out. How about this? As long as you play with me, I'll give you money. Aren't poor people like you most short of money?"

Lin Qingyan heard this kind of words a lot in school. He continued to bury his head in sweeping the floor and whispered, "I don't want your money. You can find someone else to play with you."

He swept the fallen leaves together and piled them up into a hill. Just as he turned to get the trash shovel, An Nanyi, who had been standing by the side, suddenly ran over and kicked the hill-like fallen leaves into chaos.

Lin Qingyan just glanced at the other party timidly, and continued to sweep the kicked fallen leaves into a pile again. He knew that he couldn't afford to mess with these rich children.

Seeing that Lin Qingyan had been ignoring him, An Nanyi's temper rose. Lin Qingyan swept once, and he kicked the floor in disorder, and repeated this several times.

"Hey, are you dumb? I'm talking to you!" An Nanyi said, and pushed Lin Qingyan hard, pushing him to the ground.

Lin Qingyan didn't feel it at all, even if his palm was scratched, it didn't hurt or itch. He suppressed the grievance in his heart, stood up without saying a word, and continued to sweep the floor.

It would be great if the big brother was here, the big brother would definitely help him.

Seeing that he still didn't respond, Annan stomped his feet angrily, scolded him for being boring, and when he turned to leave, he inadvertently saw the schoolbag under the tree.

He smiled maliciously, turned and left.

Lin Qingyan managed to put all the fallen leaves into the garbage basket, panting and dragging the half-person-high garbage basket to the other side to take out the garbage.

After he left, An Nanyi, who was watching in the dark, immediately ran under the tree and opened the dilapidated schoolbag, which contained only a few broken notebooks, a few short pencils, and a wooden rabbit.

He was not interested in these things. After thinking about it, he took off the safety lock necklace hanging around his neck, put it in the small interlayer of the schoolbag, and put the schoolbag back to its original place after zipping it up.

Lin Qingyan, who came back from taking out the garbage, didn't know about it at all. Although someone made trouble, he still swept up the fallen leaves. Will my mother praise him when she sees it later?

……

In the bright kitchen, Song Shuman and Yu Qingtong were making desserts.

Song Shuman: "Is Gu Fei still used to staying abroad? Why do you think you have to send such a young child abroad to study? Alone."

"Not too young, he is already 16 years old." Yu Qingtong shook his head helplessly, "My son proposed to study abroad on his own initiative, although he is only 16 years old, there is a 26-year-old adult living in his heart, mature enough Incredible."

"That's not very good." Song Shuman smiled and began to complain:

"An Jing just went to high school last year and was boarding at the school. Within two days, she called me with tears in her eyes, saying how unpalatable the food in the school cafeteria was, how hard the bed was, and there were people grinding their teeth at night, talking in sleep, and making noise. Going home to live."

"In the end, I was so annoyed by him that I couldn't help it. Ling Kang and I had no choice but to buy him a house near the school and let him move there. We also asked an aunt to cook for him three meals a day and clean up the house. The smelly socks are going to pile up into a hill."

Yu Qingtong: "Gu Fei has never made me worry, but I want to worry about him."

"My hair is starting to turn grey, especially that kid An Yu, who fights and causes troubles at school every day. Only Nan Nan is the most obedient and obedient."

Just as he was talking, An Nanyi suddenly ran over and called out to his mother. His eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked extremely aggrieved.

Yu Qingtong asked: "What's the matter? Who bullied you?"

"What's wrong?" Song Shuman squatted down, raised his hand and rubbed his youngest son's head, his eyes were concerned, and his tone was gentle: "What happened, why does our Nannan look so sad?"

"The necklace my mother gave me is missing." An Nanyi sniffed and said aggrievedly: "I was playing in the yard just now, I took off the necklace and put it next to it, and then it disappeared, I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked. "

"It's okay, mom will accompany you to find it."

A few people went to the courtyard and asked the servants at home to look for it together, but they couldn't find it after searching again. An Nanyi suddenly pointed to Lin Qingyan who was sitting in the corner with a schoolbag in his arms and writing on the ground with a branch.

"That brother was next to me just now, did he take it?"

Song Shuman looked at the little boy's thin back from a distance, and then said to the youngest son: "Nannan, you can't just wrong others without evidence."

An Nanyi pursed his lips in grievance, "But, I just noticed that he has been staring at my necklace."

At the same time, Zhou Yuelan, who was standing among the servants, lowered her eyes in horror, and silently put the mask she used for work on her face. She only knew that the Gu family had a guest today, but she didn't expect the guest to be...

Without evidence, Song Shuman didn't want to cause trouble for a child. She comforted her little son: "If you can't find it, forget it. Mom will buy it for you."

"However, it was a birthday present from my mother. It's different from other things."

"Schuman, that's the son of a servant in my family. He usually looks pretty good, and he often helps his mother with work. He shouldn't do such a thing." Yu Qingtong whispered in the good sister's ear.

Zhou Yuelan's eyes stayed on An Nanyi all the time. That was her son. He had grown up so much, and his life in a rich family was not auspicious. He looked so extravagant.

Seeing An Nanyi's aggrieved and sad expression, she suddenly walked quickly towards Lin Qingyan. Without saying a word, she took the schoolbag from his arms, unzipped it in full view, and took all the contents inside. Poured out.

Books, stationery, wood carvings, and a valuable necklace.

Lin Qingyan looked at the things on the ground in a daze, "Mom..." However, what greeted him was a slap in the face, and Zhou Yuelan slapped him across the face.

"How do I usually teach you, how can you do such a thing?!"

Although he didn't feel any pain, the child's white and tender cheeks immediately turned red. Lin Qingyan held his cheeks, feeling aggrieved and unclear. So, he looked at the necklace on the ground, "It's not mine..."

"Mom, that's my necklace!" An Nanyi ran over quickly and picked up the necklace, "Brother, even if you like my things, you can't steal them, it's wrong."

"What? What stealing?" Lin Qingyan looked at him incredulously, as well as the adults around him, "I didn't steal anything from you, why did you wrong me..."

"Mom, I didn't steal anything, I really didn't steal anything..."

"Why did that necklace appear in your schoolbag? Does it have feet? You still don't admit it?" Zhou Yuelan glared at her cheap son viciously, and when she was about to raise her hand to fan her, Song Shuman stopped her.

"Forget it, just get it back." Zhou Yuelan wore a mask. After so many years, Song Shuman didn't recognize him. She frowned and said, "Even if your son did something wrong, you can't beat him .”

The thin little child was covering his cheeks, his eyes were still full of tears, and he looked very pitiful.