Tender as wild

Chapter 76 Five-Year-Old Moonlight

Her slender figure was in no way threatening, but when she said these words, it was like a trigger to arouse people's anger.

She held the maroon wooden box in her hands with respect, her eyes were red, like a cat with fried hair, she raised her head and said every word to the man: "I think people like you will definitely have retribution." of."

The people around him couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Everyone can't stand this scene, and they won't let their children see this scene. What should they do if they learn badly? But they don't want to take the initiative to cause trouble.

Now when I see a little girl, I can't help but speak out.

Of course I have to help.

Fang Wenhe no longer cares about shame, otherwise he would not be able to come back and continue to covet the remaining balance if he owed such a large sum of money to his nephew.

In the eyes of some people, money is more important than face.

Fang Wenhe is this kind of person.

Once you get the money, everything will be fine, and you won't be angry at all.

But he still had some sense left, so he stretched out his hand and said to Bai Li, "Bring it here. I won't put it on the ground. I'll bury it back later."

Bai Li frowned, unwilling. Who knew if he would make the old man uneasy for another reason.

Fang Wenhe smiled and started to grab it.

Bai Li held the box and didn't let go. As soon as he came closer, Bai Li knocked his hand away with anger on her face, "Don't come over."

It doesn't hurt when a little girl hits someone.

But it’s really a bit detrimental to a man’s face.

Fang Wenhe is a standard male chauvinist of the previous generation. He can be intimidated when facing the same gender. When facing weak women, he has a feeling of superiority.

He raised his hand and staggered the little girl a few steps.

Bai Li still held the box and refused to let go, even preparing to bite him hard when he came closer.

The people around him couldn't stand it and came to stop him.

"Huh? Okay, okay." Fang Wenhe pointed at her, turned around and said to the neighbors: "Look, she won't give it to me."

Baili was not afraid at all, the departure time had been delayed anyway.

She wanted to protect this urn for Fang Ye.

More and more people gathered to watch the excitement.

The old man with a cane stood up and said tremblingly: "Don't give it to this beast. Ayun has suffered all his life and ended up like this. Contact Ayun's grandson and let him handle it."

When Fang Wenhe heard this, he didn't know if he was afraid of seeing Fang Ye, so he immediately stopped insisting and left: "Since you won't let me take care of it, just contact you. I won't care."

At the end of September, the old city was filled with the color of smog, and people felt cooler than in winter.

Bai Li lowered her eyes, her eyes filled with sourness, but she didn't dare to cry, for fear that her tears would fall and fall on the box.

I don't know who made the call.

In short, Chengzi came first. He only glanced at the box and stood aside with a dark face, his voice was harsh and his teeth were gritted.

"I damn well knew he was restless, I would have destroyed him sooner or later."

Baili stood still.

My hands were sore holding the box, but I didn't say a word.

She originally thought that Fang Ye would get better and better and no one would bully him again.

But reality is often unsatisfactory.

Why is it still so painful? Fang Ye was clearly working hard, so why were there still people bullying him?

She didn't even dare to think about what would have happened to Fang Ye if she hadn't snatched the urn.

He lost the remains of his only grandmother who loved him.

Would he find the world abhorrent?

……

When Fang Ye arrived in Lingjiang.

There was deep cruelty hidden under his calm face, which no one could swallow. His eyes were thickly black.

Half of the surrounding residents dispersed.

Those who stayed were those who rented resettlement houses nearby. When he saw Baili, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Because the person who called him only said that there was a girl who acted bravely, but did not say who it was.

Everyone around him had watched Fang Ye grow up, but under his cold eyes and temperament, no one dared to say anything to persuade him.

After all, when Fang Ye was having a hard time, they, as neighbors, pretended to turn a blind eye and allowed their children to bully him.

At this time, it’s better not to pretend to be an acquaintance or elder.

The air is a bit heavy.

Fang Ye quietly walked up to Bai Li and his eyes fell on Bai Li's trembling hands. There was an urn of his grandmother's ashes, which was held very preciously.

It is said that.

The girl snatched the urn, but she refused to let the beast take it away, so the beast pushed it away.

Now, after staying outside for more than four hours, it is still the dustiest construction site. The girl's cheeks and hair are stained with gray, and her skirt is splashed with a circle of muddy water.

Embarrassed.

Fang Ye frowned and reached out to take the urn. There were traces of someone carefully wiping it with his fingers. Looking down, he saw the girl's dirty hands.

At that time, the locust tree was swaying wildly in the wind, and he said: "Xiaobaili, thank you."

It still has the same gentle and pleasant tone, but it has a coldness to it.

For the first time, she came into contact with the dark side of Fang Ye's world, the gray area that he never let her touch.

But he knew deeply that this was just the most insignificant part of the pain he endured.

He was too calm, as calm as a lake that would no longer flow.

"Brother." Bai Li hid her hands behind her back, resisting the soreness at the tip of her nose at that moment, and whispered, "It's okay, I got it back."

She really didn't know how to comfort this kind of thing.

This transcended her imagination of suffering.

She could only say over and over again: "Brother, there was no bump at all. He's still fine."

The wind gently teased the girl's dirty skirt.

Fang Ye held the urn and raised his head, "Yes."

Chengzi stood aside and smoked a cigarette to contact the cemetery. In this case, Grandma Yun must not be buried in the original place. Someone would have to watch to prevent bad incidents from happening again.

It's a pity to say that.

That mountain forest was Grandma Yun's favorite place during her lifetime, and she had said many times that she wanted to make a cemetery there.

It's a pity that after a lifetime of care and dedication for his sons, there was no one to take care of him when he passed away.

It was Fang Ye who fulfilled her last wish.

However, his own son took advantage of his wish to find out the tomb and took advantage of him.

What an animal act.

……

After Grandma Yun was buried in the cemetery, Fang Ye gave the administrator several thousand dollars and two good cigarettes.

Administrators know what this means and are happy to make this effortless extra money.

Bai Li stood in the cold wind for a long time, and the road to the cemetery was winding. She started to get motion sickness when she got in the car. Fang Ye gave her a sip of water, but it was of no use. He couldn't help but close his eyes to rest.

Wait until she falls asleep.

Fang Yecai closed his eyes and listened to the shallow and heavy breathing in his ears.

The sun set when he was five years old, and after more than ten years of going around in circles, it appeared in his life again, emitting light and becoming the brightest color in his dim life.

The wind was blowing very hard.

Chengzi looked back at Fang Ye, understood something from his pale eyes, and his angry look softened.

But no one said anything, for fear of disturbing the uncomfortable girl.

When Bai Li got out of the car, her face turned pale.

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