"What?" Yunyan didn't realize what he meant for a moment.

"The man you are looking for."

"...Xiao Yan? He is just a child, not much of a man."

She said disgusting words, but Yun Yan smiled softly and said: "When I met him, he was only fifteen years old. He was working in a Chinese restaurant in country Y. He offended a white customer who went to eat and was whipped.

After two slaps, he was knocked unconscious. The owner of the restaurant was still cursing and had no intention of saving him. He said that a trip to the hospital would cost a lot of money. I was probably young at that time and couldn't bear to see such things, and I was soft-hearted, so

Just step in and take care of it.”

"I took him to the hospital. For this reason, the hospital doctors suspected that I abused him because he was too thin at that time, severely malnourished, and had scars on his body. The fifteen-year-old boy only weighed forty.

Kilograms. If I hadn’t sent him to the hospital that time, something might have happened to him eventually if things went on like this.”

She seemed to be lost in memories, and slowly recounted in a soft voice: "He was lying in the hospital for a week. I went to see him after school. The child was very introverted, didn't like to talk, and was very defensive and resistant. The hospital

The doctor also told me that if possible, let me find a psychiatrist for guidance and guidance. The large and small scars on his body showed that he was often beaten. Maybe it was because of such experiences that he had a gloomy personality and was not too serious.

Easy to get along with.”

"I don't know if I have a fate with him, or if I sympathize with him and pity him. After he was discharged from the hospital, he took him back to my place, gave him a room, and let him live in my house. Half of the people who just arrived at my house

For months, he locked himself in his room almost every day, and except for one meal a day, he neither spoke nor saw anyone."

"Later I thought about it and felt that this was not going to work. He was just growing up and he was still a boy. How could he only eat one meal a day? So except for the meal I cooked for him every morning, there was no meal after school at noon.

When the time comes, I take the subway back and get him lunch, so that he can at least get enough nutrition every day."

"Now that I think about it, the way Xiao Yan and I got along was very strange. We lived under the same roof, but we never said a word in a month. Not only that, but in a day, I also

I can only see him when I come back to cook for him at noon. When I come back from work in the evening, it is already very late, and the door to his room is always closed."

Wuwen had been listening quietly, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "Why do you indulge him so much?"

Yun Yan thought for a while and shook her head: "It's not indulgence. At that time, I was studying and working at the same time, and I had very little time at home. There was just one more room for him to live in, and the food was just a pair of chopsticks. As for

We didn’t communicate much, and that was entirely because we didn’t have time to communicate. I remember asking him once if he wanted to or something. His answer to me was to close the door hard. I found that he seemed to resist me saying such things.

So I haven’t asked about it since then.”

Wuwen looked at her seriously: "You are fine."
Chapter completed!