While Jian Yiling was deep in thought, the quarrel between Jian Yiling's parents and brother came from downstairs.
"Okay, stop talking, your sister is still young."
Nuan Nuan, who was in his forties, frowned and his tone was tangled and helpless.
"Young? This is no longer a matter of being young! She is already fifteen years old! It's time to be sensible! And the matter of pushing the third brother down the stairs can be covered by just saying that he is young? What about the third brother? His hands are used to play the piano, but now he may never be able to play the piano again in his life!”
The man standing in front of the woman is already an adult, tall and tall, a full head taller than the woman.
The man wore a black shirt on his upper body, with the top two buttons open.
The man's appearance was very outstanding, his eyes were very deep at this moment, the expression on his face was very serious, shrouded in a layer of gloom.
He is the woman's eldest son Jian Yuncheng (cheng).
He would not normally say such serious words to his mother, but the matter discussed today was too serious.
Their youngest sister actually did such a terrible thing and pushed her brother, his third brother, down the stairs!
The middle-aged man next to him, Jian Shulu, the father of several children, also looked heavy.
Jian Shutao was sitting on the leather sofa. He was in his early fifties and had a well-maintained figure. Although there were traces of time on his face, he still exuded the charm of a mature man.
He, who usually speaks his mind in the company, was speechless when faced with the accusations from his eldest son.
Jian Yuncheng continued: "No matter what kind of dispute occurs between brothers and sisters, pushing your own brother down the stairs is unforgivable!"
Nuan Nuan's face was full of pain, and he shook his head and said: "Yuncheng, that's your sister too. You loved her so much when she was a child. You held her in your arms, coaxed her and teased her. Don't mention how happy you were when she learned to call you big brother. "
The muscles on Jian Yuncheng's chiseled face were tense: "I remember, I remember very clearly, she is my sister, of course I love her, but it is because the whole family dotes on her that she becomes lawless. Temperament. She is a child of the Jian family. It's not a problem if she is delicate or has a bad temper. But what she did this time is really too much. Dad, Mom, she is your child, isn't the third brother? Now the third brother My hand may never recover for the rest of my life.”
Warm eyes full of tears: "They are all my children. The palms and backs of my hands are all flesh. How could I not feel pain! I admit that I love Xiaoling a little more than you brothers. That is because she is a girl... I I also know that what she did this time is really too much, but I can’t really send her to a juvenile detention center, right?”
Jian Shutao, who was standing next to him, saw his wife crying sadly, so he gently put his arm around her shoulders and whispered comfort.
Jian Yuncheng looked at his mother's crying and sad face, and felt very heavy: "I didn't say that. I just want you to make up for the third brother after this, and at the same time strictly discipline the little sister. Otherwise, even if you are a biological brother, I will do the same." Take her to a juvenile detention center!"
"I see..." It's not like Wen Nuan didn't understand what his eldest son said.
"Yuncheng, you suddenly flew back from abroad and haven't eaten yet. Can you ask Aunt An to make you something to eat?" Jian Shuai looked at his son with concern.
"No, I'm going to the hospital. The third brother is still in a bad mood. I need to keep an eye on him."
Jian Shu'ai nodded: "Your mother and I will be there in a moment."
After a few simple words, Jian Yuncheng left.