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The surroundings were quiet, and his whole heart was focused on the phone, pressing it tightly to his ears for fear of missing any sound.

After a long time——

A very familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Whenever you have free time, let's go out. I want to chat with you."

Li Mu's Adam's apple rolled and his voice trembled, "Okay, okay."

It seemed that the other party just came to give a simple notification, and immediately hung up after finishing speaking. There was no plan for him to speak again. Many words were just stuck in his throat, unable to come up or go down.

Li Mu still maintained the posture in his hand as he had just answered the phone, standing quietly on the spot, his eyes rolling with a terrifying dark color, staring at a point in the void in a dark and unclear manner.

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Song Wenjing went back to her uncle's house during her vacation.

The commotion was not very pleasant.

The reason was that her cousin refused to let Song Wenjing enter the house.

His cousin has long been spoiled. He hates Song Wenjing. To him, Song Wenjing is a parasite that lives in his family. She always competes with him for food and shares his things, even if it is just a small corner, which makes him extremely bothered. And annoying.

In addition, his aunt was always nagging Song Wenjing in his ears about how supercilious and selfish Song Wenjing was, which made him even more annoying.

So much so that today he directly stopped Song Wenjing from entering the house.

Song Wenjing is very tall, almost touching the door panel. He looks very imposing when he doesn't speak, not to mention that he doesn't look easy to mess with.

"This is my home. If you want to go back, go back to your own home! You are not welcome here!"

The words spoken by young and ignorant children are always so innocent and vicious.

And the other party was right, this was not his home in the first place.

Song Wenjing remained motionless.

My aunt, who had heard the commotion in the kitchen, arrived belatedly and said in a nonchalant manner, "Xiaobao, don't make trouble."

"I'm not making trouble!" The cousin raised his head arrogantly and looked up at the boy in front of him. His small body was like a rooster that had won a fight. "You are just a white-eyed wolf and a selfish devil. From me, Get out of the house.”

The uncle couldn't stand it anymore and gave a symbolic education, "Xiaobao, that's your brother. How can you talk to your brother like this? Why don't you get out of the way and let your brother in."

The cousin curled his lips and rolled on the ground, crying, but not a single tear fell.

As soon as her aunt heard that her precious son had been wronged, she rushed out, picked up her cousin who was rolling like an insect on the ground, and shouted to her uncle, "Song Guohua! I have worked so hard to watch you act like a cow for so many years. Damn it, why are you so cruel to your son for the sake of an outsider? Which of these two is your biological son? You treat others as nephews, do you think others treat you as uncle?!"

Song Guohua suppressed his blush at being scolded, "You should say less."

"Why should I say less? Did I say something wrong? Originally, I fed him and clothed him. Will I lose two pieces of meat if I say a few words to him?" My aunt's voice was sharp and mean, and she clearly didn't say anything at all. Song Wenjing's name, every word pointed to him.This was a drama that was performed almost every week, and it had been like this since childhood. Song Wenjing finally got tired of watching it.

The cousin lay on the woman's shoulder, with no tears on his face, and made a arrogant face at him, full of ridicule.

Naive malice.

The aunt kept talking there, just implying that he stayed here shamelessly, how many grains of rice he had eaten and how many dollars he had spent on his family. However, the fact was that Song Wenjing had been digging through garbage and selling it since he was in elementary school. It's useless, and I almost never reach out to them to ask for money.

There was a burst of noise in his ears, and the woman's sharp voice was like a needle piercing his head. Song Wenjing suddenly felt irritable.

He raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Then shall I go?"

This is the only reaction Song Wenjing has given in such a long time. No matter what her aunt said before, Song Wenjing always seemed to let herself be beaten and scolded. She never talked back or even said a word. As she got older, , Song Wenjing is no longer the one who can be beaten and pinched as he used to be. He is very tall and very oppressive, like a towering hill that no one can climb. The aggressiveness contained in his temperament is comparable to that of an adult man.

Especially when he stares at people with his clear black and white eyes, as focused and quiet as a pack of wolves hunting, the sense of oppression and suffocation it brings is not something ordinary people can bear.

In fact, my aunt was also afraid, but since she discovered that Song Wenjing was still the same as when she was a child, unable to fight back, she was not so scared anymore.

So when Yu Song Wenjing retorted, her aunt was almost shocked, and then became even more angry.

"Okay, okay, I have grown up and my wings have hardened. I can't control you anymore, right? Are you leaving before I tell you? Come on, okay, then you can give me back all the money you have spent over the past ten years. What a heartless white-eyed wolf, your uncle and I have worked hard to raise you for so many years, is this how you treat us?"

This woman's voice was always harsh and loud, and it immediately attracted people from next door to watch the fun.

Several middle-aged women gathered together and pointed at several people in the family. The aunt became more and more enthusiastic. She puffed out her chest, pointed at Song Wenjing's nose and scolded her. She scolded and complained, saying that her life was miserable and that Song Wenjing had no conscience. , my cousin cried in unison, no matter what, Song Wenjing was the culprit.

"What a sin. This family is unlucky to have such a child."

"After all, he wasn't his biological son. He was wild at heart. If you asked me, I would have let him starve to death on the street. Why take him back and cause trouble?"

……

All the nonsense around him rushed into his ears. He looked at the person in front of him as if he was watching a farce, a clown performing alone with great emotion.

Song Wenjing stood expressionless, staring coldly at her aunt with her gloomy and dark pupils. In the lack of light, she looked damp and dark, like a demon lingering in the darkness, which made people's hair stand on end.

For some reason, her aunt suddenly shuddered, inexplicable fear spread from the depths of her heart, and her breathing was suffocated. When she was about to take a closer look, Song Wenjing had already left her sight, lowered her head, and turned around to leave.

Seeing this, Song Guohua hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay, "Xiao Jing, the food is ready."

He turned around and lectured his aunt again, "Can you please stop saying a few words? You must make a fuss and everyone in the world knows it? It's not just our family's face that's being embarrassed."

My aunt has never been a person who is willing to give up, but unusually she didn't say anything more at this time, except that her face turned a little pale.

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