Ye Linchuan came directly to the room where Ye Ya was, and when he opened the door, he saw her huddled in the corner alone, with her arms around her knees, her head shrunk, motionless like a quail. Ye Linchuan ignored the gazes of the other children, strode forward, bent down and picked up the iPad that had been left on the bed.

The live broadcast is still on, the audience has grown to one million, and the barrage is densely flooded in front of us. The Aite information in the backstage of Weibo grows at the same time as the barrage grows. It is undoubtedly a personal attack. Ye Linchuan has never seen any storms until now, these foul words are only fleeting in his eyes, and he doesn't care at all.

However, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became silent because of these foul words.

The human heart is full of flesh, but anyone who has a little empathy will not be indifferent to these tens of thousands of insults, not to mention that the one who is scolded is just a little girl who is ignorant and at a loss to the world. Sure enough, there has been a slight change in the wind direction in the live broadcast room.

[Anyway, it's too much to scold a child like that. ]

[Is this cyber violence? ? ]

[Those words made me feel sick, not Ye Ya's powder, but it's still a child anyway, and there will definitely be psychological shadows in the future. ]

[One bite, one Sima, I think you are the orphans, do you really take your bad breath as an honor? ]

[It's really uncomfortable to watch, I wonder if Mr. Ye didn't do anything? Ms. Liu went to question people first, but are they not allowed to be angry? []

[+1, but Liu Mou has too many fans to say. ]

A group of wallgrass.

Ye Linchuan snorted coldly and turned off the live broadcast lightly.

"Ye Ya, come here." Ye Linchuan called to her back.

Ye Ya looked at him resentfully, and after dawdling for a while, she stood up and patted her buttocks and walked to Ye Linchuan. In the next second, Ye Linchuan picked him up.

As dusk fell, the small garden outside the hotel was lit with a few lights. The father and daughter sat on the small swing, and the figures, one big and one small, were warm and harmonious.

"Sad?" Ye Linchuan asked in a hoarse voice, looking down at her quietly.

Ye Ya held her mouth and sighed deeply: "I just feel very tired." She was old-fashioned when she spoke, and the heavy weight that fell on her eyebrows didn't look like a child of three or four years old, but like an old lady with a lot of experience. The expression combined with the cute little face makes people laugh for no reason.

Ye Linchuan decided to act as a psychiatrist and matched her tone, "Then tell me how tired you are."

Ye Ya said honestly; "They won't let me cry."

"Um?"

"But I'm obviously a child. Isn't it right for a child to cry?" Ye Ya couldn't figure out why the adults watching the show had such high demands on her. Isn't it normal for people to cry when they are sad? Why do you say that she is disobedient and ignorant because she is crying, and what is the inevitable relationship between crying and obedience and understanding? What does it have to do with her pushing Zhao Chenxing down? ?

Ye Linchuan couldn't stop laughing: "Are you tired because of this?"

"There are others." Ye Ya continued, "They also said that I get dirty when I eat, and I don't like to be clean. Ye Ya asked the system for a long time to understand what it meant.

"Adi, do you think I don't like cleanliness?" Ye Ya dragged the swing with her hands, the sparks in her eyes dimmed, earnestly trying to get his answer.

Ye Linchuan had a smile on his face: "When did you care so much about other people's opinions?"

"That's why I'm very tired." Ye Ya is not good at hiding her feelings, she told Ye Linchuan all her feelings in the past few days, "I didn't care about it before, but now I always think of what they said. Those words. I will care, and I will be very tired."

Ye Ya clearly understood that she had done nothing wrong, and her actions were reasonable under such circumstances. But those uncles and aunts didn't feel that they stood outside the situation and blamed her performance from the perspective of hindsight. Her mother told her that you must not care about other people's eyes and opinions when you are alive, but she is a little monster who lives in a crowd, how can she be alone.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that being a human being is really tiring.

"I don't think I'm cute anymore." Ye Ya covered her chest and looked a little sad again.

Ye Linchuan patiently followed her words: "Why do you think so?"

Ye Ya looked down at her toes, and said in a low voice, "Because I have grown up and I have become smarter than others. Smart children are not cute."

"…"

Well, don't forget to praise yourself before berating yourself.

As expected of her.

Ye Linchuan stretched out his hand and hugged Ye Ya in his arms, holding back a smile and said, "Are you sad because you want to grow up, or are you sad because others say you are not cute?"

Ye Ya had a hard time choosing between the two, and she struggled for a long time without giving an answer, "A little bit of both." She was afraid that she would grow up too fast, and her parents didn't know her when she went back, so she was very anxious and sad.

"Let me ask you, what is the horizontal line in the middle of the big characters?"

"people."

"It is said that when you grow up, you can only become a person when you grow up..."

Ye Ya interrupted him: "But, but I don't want to be an adult." Only humans want to become monsters, and no monsters want to become humans.

Mom said that human beings are stupid, ugly and not smart, and they are the worst creatures in the world, and they can't change into adults.

Ye Linchuan was not stumped by Ye Ya, and said: "It's okay, if you don't want to be an adult, you don't need to grow up. Since you don't need to grow up, why are you sad?"

Ye Ya was stunned when asked.

"You're not human anymore, why do you still care about what humans think? All species are different. Like that telephone pole, that fountain over there, that floor tile under your feet, do you think they're cute?"

Ya Ya replied dizzily: "It's not too cute."

Ye Linchuan: "It's a coincidence that the telephone pole, the fountain, and this brick also think the same way."

"…"

"Can your ideas shake them?"

Ye Ya shook her head.

"Then their ideas can shake you?"

Ye Ya continued to shake her head.

Ye Linchuan persevered and deeply brainwashed the little girl with a three-inch tongue and strong logic: "The problem is, the telephone pole thinks you are not cute, will you be sad?"

Ye Ya thought for a while, then shook her head again in denial.

She is not a telephone pole, and what the telephone pole thinks does not matter to her.

"Since the telephone pole thinks you are not cute and you are not sad, why are you sad because of human thoughts?"

Ye Ya asked Ye Linchuan with a dull expression, "Are humans like telephone poles?"

In order to coax the child to go out, Ye Linchuan nodded in response without blushing or panting, and said with a sonorous force, "Yes."

She seemed to understand.

Seeing that the child was successfully fooled by him, Ye Linchuan nodded in satisfaction, and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Go, go back and think about it carefully."

Ye Ya jumped off Ye Linchuan's knees and bumped into Zhao Chenxing at the corner. He seemed to stand here eavesdropping for a long time, even if he was caught by Ye Ya, he did not show a trace of guilt, and his dark pupils stared at her lifelessly.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Ye Ya put her hands on her hips, took a breath from her lower abdomen, and yelled at him fiercely: "Keep the telephone poles away, don't get in my way!"

"????"

Zhao Chenxing was stunned.