Standing quietly in front of the tombstone, listening to the past of Fu Xiange and the past of Jin Cunxu.

The relationship between Fu Xiange and Jin Xishuo was briefly mentioned without saying much. Most of them talked about Jin Cunxu. Long Ziqi was heartbroken when he heard it. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already burst into tears.

She has cried very rarely over the years, and even less sobbed uncontrollably like this. Today she couldn't help it because she couldn't imagine how Jin Cunxu gritted his teeth in those years, how he endured the humiliation and struggled to survive, and how he endured it.

Pain can be so good to yourself.

When Jin Xishuo and Jin Cunxu came back, Long Ziqi looked indifferent, with red threads in her eyes. She looked at him with complicated and obscure eyes. Before he could get closer, she had already gone to hold his hand!

Jin Cunxu held her hand and found that her hand was cold. He frowned with a cold eyebrow and said, "I'll take you back."

Long Ziqi nodded and said goodbye to Jin Xishuo and Fu Xiange. The two of them intertwined their fingers and walked towards the exit of the cemetery together.

Fu Xiange stood in the wind, watching their figures floating with a faint halo in the sun, feeling sad in his heart, "He has never forgiven us for so many years."

His voice was choked with sobs, and there was mist in his eyes.

Jin Xishuo stretched out his arms to take her into his arms and said in a low voice, "We are sorry for him——"

…

The carriage was silent, and the shallow breaths were tightly intertwined. The partition board was raised, and she could hold him unbridled and snuggle in his arms without worrying about whether his clothes would be wrinkled or whether they would not fit.

When she got out of the car, she still leaned closely against his long and strong body and touched his warm chest. She didn't know how lucky she was that this chest had not cooled down after experiencing the wind and frost of the years, but was still warm.

Same as before.

As soon as the door closed, Long Ziqi turned around and hugged him, holding his strong waist tightly with both hands, leaving no gap.

She buried her head in his arms and said in a low voice, "You should have let me know earlier..."

Jin Cunxu's body visibly stiffened. He felt the dampness and heat in his chest, and his emotions were complicated. He gently held her cheek, lowered his head and gently sucked the tears on her skin. The salty feeling spread in her chest.

"Don't cry, I'm still alive." His voice was hoarse and had a strong nasal tone. He knew that she was hurting for him, but he couldn't bear it.

She had said this to him before, and now he said it to her again.

Both of them are people abandoned by fate. Time has left scars on their bodies. When they don't meet each other, they can only hide in the darkness and lick their bleeding wounds.

After meeting each other, they endured the pain and hugged each other, letting the flowers of love bloom on those wounds. Maybe one day the flowers will wither and become the best healing medicine, making every inch of the skin smoother and softer.

"How could they do this to you? How could they do this? You are their child -" she choked, not because she hated those who had hurt Cunxu, but because she couldn't help but be angry at Fu Xiange and Jin Xishuo, who had never fulfilled their responsibilities.

Parental Responsibilities.

When Gu Mingxi gave birth to her in prison, he was forced to hand her over to someone else to raise her. As soon as he was released from prison, he immediately took her to his side and took care of her personally.

And what about Fu Xiange?

Why did she give birth to Jin Cunxu and not want him? Why did she abandon him in an orphanage, leaving him with a mother to rely on and a father to rely on, and allowing him to suffer so much innocent bullying and abuse?

"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter -" Jin Cunxu hugged her tightly, as if he was holding the only salvation in his life, "I have you now..."

To him, Long Ziqi was already better than countless others in the world.

"Cunxu, my heart hurts..." The left side of her chest felt like it was being cut with a blunt knife. It wouldn't kill her, but the pain became more severe each time. When she thought about it, if she wasn't young and kind,

Kou Jingwan blocked the vase for Jin Cunxu. The person lying under the cold tombstone today is Jin Cunxu.

"Qiqi, it's okay, don't think about it, it's all over."

Jin Cunxu lowered his head and pressed his forehead closely against hers. There was moisture in his eyes, which blurred his vision. "I will not leave you, don't be afraid-"

In Jin Cunxu's limited memory when he was young, he didn't know why he was abandoned by his mother in the orphanage. She would not visit him often, only once in a while. A week, a month, or half a year...

She is a woman who likes to laugh very much, but every time she sees him, there is strong pain in her eyes. Laughing is uglier than crying.

She had never hugged him, or even dared to hold his hand. He never understood why she was so indifferent to him. If she hated him, there was no need to come to see him. If she liked him, why did she abandon him?

In this hell on earth.

He was born smarter than other children. He started talking very early, learned to walk very early, and also saw the faces of adults earlier than other children.

His beautiful appearance did not bring him many benefits. On the contrary, it was the source of his being ostracized.

It doesn't matter, the dean's mother loves him very much and is very good to him. He doesn't want that woman who will look good when she smiles. He thinks having a dean's mother is enough.

However, since when did the dean's mother start to change, she no longer loved him, no longer hugged him, no longer smiled at him, and even began to beat her mercilessly.

Once, twice...four times...five times...

The pain of such beatings seemed to never end.

From the beginning of crying and asking for help, to the end, I gradually gritted my teeth and silently endured the physical pain. I closed my eyes in the dark and made myself feel like I was dead. I couldn't feel the pain. I couldn't feel it.

Cruel and cold.

The dean's mother was still the same dean's mother, who was gentle and compassionate towards all the children, but she was no longer gentle towards him, and was almost cruel.

Since when did he start to miss seeing that woman who loved to laugh. She didn't talk much, she just liked to look at him quietly and laugh quietly, with countless sadness and sourness in her smile.

He knew that she didn't like to be close to him very much, and was even indifferent, but if he could live with her, she wouldn't hit him.

After waiting day after day, month after month, he finally saw her. She looked thinner than before, and her thin lips smiled softly, and her smile became more sad.

Sitting under the big tree at the entrance of the orphanage building, she still said nothing and stared at him quietly.

He saw the dean's mother playing with the children not far away. The children were smiling happily in the sunshine. The dean's mother looked sideways at them from time to time, with a smile on her face.

Such a smile looked gentle and compassionate in her eyes, but looked extremely vicious in Jin Cunxu's eyes.

After a long time, she was about to leave again, but he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Can I live with you?"

She seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then her thin lips fainted into a faint smile. She looked at the innocent children and asked, "Isn't it good to live with friends?"

ok?

How could she know that he had never had any friends here? How could she know that the children in the orphanage had long lost their innocence and simplicity in order to win the favor of adults.

How could she know that the dean's mother was no longer the gentle and kind woman, but a complete lunatic and violent maniac.

How could she know how much pain was growing in every inch of his skin under his clothes, but it couldn't hurt more than the pain of being abandoned.

He looked up at her, as if smiling at her for the first time, "It's good -"

As he spoke, he pulled down his sleeves without leaving a trace, covering the bruises that were about to be exposed to the sun.

She left, taking his hope and the last light with her. From then on, no matter what she did to make up for it, she could not get into his heart.

That night, he curled up on his bed, his body shivering instinctively, because he knew that after everyone fell asleep, the dean's mother would come and carry him to her room.

That*, he didn't know how many times he had been beaten. Every part of his body was hurting, but he couldn't tell where exactly it hurt. His thin body lay lifeless on the ground, his eyes looked blankly at the dark sky, and his soul seemed to

He also died completely from his body.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh, his pale and bloodless lips slightly raised, a few wisps of disdainful sneer at fate...

While beating him, the dean's mother cursed him with all kinds of unpleasant words, such as "evil", "wild", "violent", many, many, so many that I can't even remember them.

After beating him, she hugged him full of scars and cried uncontrollably. Those tears drowned the wounds and hurt her bones.

He didn't understand why she cried so desperately when he was the one being beaten!

Later, a family named Kou came into his life. They brought their daughter Kou Jingwan to the orphanage every Sunday to visit the children. He knew that Kou Jingwan had been looking at him, but he had never spoken to her.

Until one time Kou Qikuan and his wife brought their daughter to the orphanage. Chen Roujia, who was pregnant, suddenly had a stomachache. Kou Qikuan was anxious to send Chen Roujia to the hospital. It was not convenient to take Kou Jingning with him, so he entrusted her to the director to take care of her.

One night.

Although Kou Jingwan was young, she was very sensible. Moreover, she wanted to get close to Jin Cunxu, so she agreed to stay until her parents came to take her home the next day.

But she didn't have that luck and waited until Kou Qikuan and Chen Roujia took her home.

Because she slept with all the children that night, when the dean came to hug Jin Cunxu in the middle of the night, she was still asleep and followed him secretly.

Through the crack in the door, she saw the usually gentle and compassionate dean beating Jin Cunxu severely, even harder than her mother usually beat herself when she was angry.

She ran in angrily and did not allow the dean to hit Jin Cunxu anymore.

The dean's eyes were already scarlet, and he was like an irrational beast, madly torturing Jin Cunxu. He casually picked up the vase on the table and tried to smash it on Jin Cunxu.

Kou Jingwan was only thinking about how painful it would be if that thing hit her body. She didn't want to cause Jin Cunxu any more pain, so she ran over and hugged Jin Cunxu without hesitation.

The vase hit Kou Jingwan on the back of her neck, and the flying fragments cut her aorta. Blood overflowed like a bursting river, dyeing Jin Cunxu's pale and colorless face red.

Maybe you don't know what death is, but the fear brought by the blood makes people desperate and crazy.

The dean did not expect that things would develop to this point. He stood there in a daze, looking at Kou Jingwan who fell to the ground and was bleeding profusely, and was so frightened that he was out of his mind.

Jin Cunxu didn't know where he got the strength to push away Kou Jingwan, whose body had gradually cooled down. He grabbed the fragment on the ground and used all his strength to insert the fragment into the dean's body.

The sinful blood bloomed in the dean's abdomen, and the blood dropped drop by drop on the ground, reflecting the light, causing all the sins to be swept away and consumed by death.

The next day, people from the orphanage came to see the director and saw such a tragic scene.

A girl fell in a pool of dried blood, her eyes wide open, with a ghastly look on her face, while the dean fell stiff on the ground, with blood stains all over her body.

The only boy alive was covered in blood and curled up in the corner, his eyes dull and his expression numb, like a soulless walking dead!

This incident once caused a sensation in Jincheng. Some people even took pictures of the scene and published it in newspapers. The headlines of the newspapers were: Is a child killing his benefactor a tragedy for society or a satire of human nature?

No one cares about the truth. In order to be topical and increase newspaper sales, they pushed an innocent and humiliated child to the forefront, suffering abuse and criticism from everyone!

What is really sad is not this society or the children whose hands are stained with blood, but those clowns who are so funny and evil and appear in disguise!
To be continued...