Chapter 2777 Family

  When his dad is not talking to him, he can only learn with the early education machine over and over again.

  Occasionally when his dad is in a good mood, he will teach him to draw.

  He learns to paint very quickly, and he paints very well.

  Sometimes, he drew a painting that was particularly satisfactory and showed it to his dad. When his dad stared at the painting for a while, he would suddenly tear off his paintings like crazy.

   pointed at his nose, furiously, so that he would never paint again.

  A few days later, his father seemed to have forgotten not to allow him to paint, so he personally set the brush and drawing paper for him and let him paint.

  He was sitting behind the desk and painting, while his father sat beside him, staring at him intently.

  Sometimes, his dad can watch him motionless for hours.

  His dad is with him, he is very happy.

  He tried to make himself paint well.

  Sometimes, he drew pictures that made his father admire again and again, and would hug him and kiss him, saying that he deserves to be his kind.

  Sometimes, he will jump into thunder and tear his paintings.

  This is so round and round, round and round...

  Until his dad died.

  After his father died, the gallery was sold.

  He and his mother went home.

  Since then, when people talk about him, the most common thing he hears is that the child has a bad life.

Yes.

  His life is indeed bad.

  He did not go to school, so he has no classmates.

  His dad does not let him go out to play, so he has no friends either.

  But he can read books and watch TV.

  The parents in the book and the parents on TV are not like his parents.

  Only he is the most unlucky among the children near him. He can't eat enough and is beaten every day.

  When he escaped from the house, he thought about it.

  He would rather die alone in the mountains than go back to the so-called home.

  "Brother, how did you come in?" Little Shumiao asked curiously: "The tickets here are very expensive."

  "I sneaked in," Wen Qiuci: "I am so young, no one cares about me, I will not go out when I come in."

   "Oh oh," Xiao Shumiao asked, "Then how long have you been here?"

   Wen Qiuci said: "It's been more than two days."

  "Where did your broken pot and broken bowl come from?" The little guy asked endless questions.

  Wen Qiuci said: "My mother and my stepdad broke down during a fight. Let me throw it away. I hid it."

   "Oh oh..."

  What else does the young tree seedling want to ask, Ye Xingbei patted his little head: "Little tree, eat something first, wait for the little brother to finish eating, then you will chat with the little brother."

   "Oh, good!" Xiao Shu Miao'er promised, "Ah woo", after taking a big bite of meat, the little cheeks suddenly bulged.

  The little guy squinted his eyes happily: "Delicious!"

  Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei were both too amused by him, and at the same time they reached out to touch his head.

   Ye Xingbei's hand first landed on the head of Little Sapling, and Gu Junzhu's hand fell behind for a few seconds and landed on Ye Xingbei's hand.

   Ye Xingbei pursed his lips and shook his hand with his backhand.

  The two clasped their fingers together and held hands.

Xiao Shu Miao'er looked up at Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei, turned his head to look at Wen Qiuci, and proudly said: "Little brother, look, my parents are different from your parents. They have a good relationship. Now, I always love to sprinkle dog food for us! So we have to eat meat quickly, eat more meat, otherwise, my parents will eat dog food!"

   "..." Ye Xingbei rubbed his head: "Why can't it stop your mouth even if it is delicious? Huh?"

  (End of this chapter)