"Hey, brother, brother, calm down, calm down, this is a live broadcast, child abuse is illegal, and abuse of children who are doing homework will be severely condemned by the general public! Moreover, I think children He didn't do it on purpose, maybe he really thinks that your name Jian Douxin sounds better?"
"..." Jian Yi stared at him coldly: "Then this name is for you."
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Jian Chenglang said in his heart, if my name is really Jian Douxin, and I go out to be a prodigal in a nightclub, drive a luxury car, and date women, I'm afraid I won't even dare to give him a business card.
Even if I give it, just by looking at the name, others may think that I am selling bean paste buns.
Thinking of this, Jian Chenglang had to thank their knowledgeable parents for giving him and his brother such educated names.
After silently thanking him, Jian Chenglang coughed lightly, thinking of solving the matter quickly.
So, he quietly took a look at Jian Xiyan who was immersed in writing the composition, and seeing that he hadn't noticed this side, he whispered to Jian Yi:
"Brother, don't be angry. I think even if you beat Xiao Yan to death, he won't change it. It's not like you don't know how stubborn Xiao Yan is. You see, he even writes the name on your business card." It has been changed, and it is made clear that it is to let you change your name."
Jian Yi was expressionless: "So, I will be called Jian Douxin from now on?"
"..." Jian Chenglang couldn't hold back any longer. Just as he was about to laugh, he was stared back by his brother. He hurriedly said:
"Brother, you can bear with it now. At worst, you can steal Xiaoyan's composition later and change the word 'bean heart' back. It's rare that Xiaoyan starts writing about you. Don't you want to read it? , what is your image in Xiao Yan's heart?"
At the last parent meeting, Jian Xi said "I don't have a father", which directly erased Jian Yi's existence.
Not to mention, describe the image of Jian Yi's father in his heart.
For example, Xiao Luli, in her heart, her father is tall and thin, and he is the best and best person in the world.
In Qu Qianqian's eyes, Qu Sinian was as good-looking as her.
Although there is only such a sentence, it can be regarded as a disguised boast of Xia Qusi's age.
As for Zhang Yiming, he described Zhang Dazhuang as dark, fat, and with small eyes. Although these are derogatory words, they are also true, but at the very least, Zhang Yiming also wrote about the image of his father in his heart.
Only simple Western proverbs.
Jian Xiyan himself has a big problem. He is a little autistic and doesn't like to talk. He is bored in the room all day long. Even the psychiatrist doesn't know what is going on in his heart.
After finally going to kindergarten, and after mixing with Lu Li and the others, Jian Xiyan's situation has improved a lot, and she has gradually become more outgoing.
Although I still don't like to talk, but at least I can express myself in writing.
But he never wrote about what kind of person my father is and what my father is like. Jian Chenglang doesn't know if Jian Xiyan told Xiao Luli and the others about Jian Yi, but in his memory, Jian Xiyan seldom mentioned his father. He never said anything good about Jian Yi, often fought with Jian Yi, and never said anything bad about Jian Yi.
He remained silent.
Now I finally have a chance to see the image of Jian Yi in Jian Xiyan's heart, even if there is only one sentence, it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, as long as Jian Xiyan writes Jian Yi, it is worth it.
At least they can finally know what kind of existence Jian Yi's father is to Jian Xiyan.
Jian Yi didn't say anything more, obviously acquiescing.
Regarding Jian Xiyan's mental illness, Jian Yi has always been able to make great concessions.
Jian Chenglang was not afraid that his brother would not agree, but he never expected that this would be the decision he regretted the most today.
During the short time they chatted, Jian Xiyan has already written a lot.
The photographer also noticed, and quickly zoomed in on Jian Xiyan's composition.
But he didn't dare to get too close, after all, Jian Xiyan didn't like the closeness of strangers very much, it would make him feel disgusted.
Then-
Three seconds passed—
The audience in the live broadcast room laughed like crazy!
Jian Chenglang's expression was so stiff that he couldn't be more stiff.
Jian Yi was already pressing her knuckles expressionlessly.
Jian Xiyan didn't notice them, and was still writing the composition very devotedly:
[I have a father, his name is Jian Douxin. In fact, I didn’t have a father before, because I asked my father to dig coal, but he didn’t go and beat me, saying that he wanted to sell the house. Then, when he was selling the house, he was beaten to death. But now when writing a composition, my father must be by the side, and the topic is also my father. No, I would be ashamed. My father will die again when I finish writing the composition, but this time, he was not beaten to death for selling the house, but by me, because his name is too difficult to write, so I wrote it all Five times, I still can’t write well, and he keeps asking me to change it, hey, his name and him are so annoying, I’d better die early.]
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Jian Yi: "..."
five seconds later—
"elder brother!!!"
Jian Chenglang's heart-piercing voice rang out in the living room of Lu's house: "Brother, calm down, I'll wipe it, you, do you still remember that I am your favorite brother!!! Ah, I x , Don’t hit me, don’t hit me brother, yes, it’s Xiao Yan who said he wanted to kill you, and he said you were annoying, it has nothing to do with me, why are you beating me?”
Jian Chenglang clutched his stomach, wanting to cry but without tears, with a look of injustice.
Jian Yi pressed her wrist with her fingers, and borrowed Jian Chenglang's previous words expressionlessly: "Child abuse is illegal, and child abuse who is doing homework will be severely condemned by the general public, so I can't fight He can only hit you."
"..."
Jian Chenglang had a doggy face: "...Brother, do you actually think that I actually look like a child?"
Jian Yi glanced at him indifferently: "A 23-year-old child?"
Jian Chenglang touched his nose resentfully: "... pretend I didn't say anything."
When Jian Chenglang went over to the sofa, seeing Jian Xiyan actually wanted to continue writing.
He jerked violently, feeling that his whole body was starting to ache, and hurried over to stop him, he forced a smile:
"Well, little proverb, didn't your teacher say that you must write at least 200 characters in your composition? You already have 200 characters, so you don't need to continue writing. Really, really, you don't need to. You have written very, very well. Well, even my uncle thinks your writing is great after reading it, and the teacher will definitely give you an excellent one when the time comes!"
[Hahahaha, in order not to be beaten to death by his brother, the director of the program group even said such nonsense!]
[Ah, brother Xiyan, write for me! Continue to write, write him another thousand words, hahahaha I haven't laughed enough yet!]
[That's it! Poor director alone, but made us all happy, this deal is very cost-effective hahahaha!]