Wen Jian paused slightly, raised her head, looked at her, and stood up.
Wen Zhigu saw something scratched on his chin, and the skin was a little broken.
"Did someone bully Xiao Jian?" Wen Zhiru saw that Wen Jian was injured, and her heart became very heavy, just because she failed to protect Xiao Jian.
But Wen Jian shook his head, told the truth, and whispered: "After school, I had a fight with my classmates."
Hearing this, Wen Zhigu was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Wen Jian to fight with someone...
Wen Jian has always been well-behaved. No matter in elementary school or wherever he is, he has always been very sensible and never caused trouble. Therefore, Wen Zhigu could not imagine that Wen Jian would fight with his classmates...
Wen Zhigu knelt down in front of the little guy, took out his handkerchief and gently wiped his little face, and asked gently: "Why are you fighting?"
Wen Jian lowered his head and refused to say anything.
"Can't you tell mother?" Wen Zhiyu looked at the little guy and felt a little disappointed. It was because she didn't care enough about the child. Otherwise, how could such a thing happen...
Wen Jian shook her head and suddenly couldn't help but lay on Wen Zhiyu's shoulder, grabbing the corner of Wen Zhiyu's clothes, sniffing a little uncomfortably and saying, "Mother, is daddy really a criminal?"
Wen Jian never dared to mention the word "daddy" in front of his mother. He remembered that when he was very young, he saw other children accompanied by their mother and father, so he innocently asked his mother, "Little Jian" where is daddy...
His mother didn't speak to him for two days in a row.
My mother doesn’t like to mention daddy, she will be angry.
But this time, Wen Jian couldn't help but ask.
The classmates in the elementary school laughed at him after school, saying that Wen Jian had no father, and that Wen Jian's father was a criminal who had committed a crime...
Wen Jian couldn't help but beat the guy. After the beating, the guy pointed at him with tears in his eyes and said that he would go home and complain to his mother. Wen Jian didn't go home himself. There were many things he didn't want to face.
But after seeing his mother running to find him, the little guy finally collapsed.
Wen Zhigu was a little confused when he was held by the little guy and asked such a question.
The person who tried not to think about it was asked like this again by Wen Jian.
She opened her mouth slightly, and after a long while she said softly: "You go home with your mother first."
Where to start? How did she mention that person to Wen Jian, the person who killed her several times...
Wen Jian let her go, but had no intention of going home. She looked at Wen Zhihu with red eyes, insisting on getting the answer.
"He is a fugitive, but he was only implicated and did not commit murder." Wen Zhigu didn't know how much effort he had to use to say this sentence completely.
If it were in the past, even if a knife was put across her neck, she would not force herself to say good things to Ji Xubai, but the person in front of her is Wen Jian, and the answer Wen Jian wants to hear is nothing more than this. In short, for Wen Jian's feelings, she had to say this.
After Wen Jian heard her mother say that her father was not a murderer, she finally felt at ease and turned around to wipe away her tears so that her mother would not see her.
The way home was pitch dark. Wen Jian held Wen Zhiyu's hand as a little adult and went home with her.
"Xiao Jian..." Wen Zhiyu didn't want to ask this question. He had never been willing to ask. But this time something like this happened, and Wen Zhiyu had to see one thing clearly. Xiao Jian was not able to do it. As for not having a father, he just never wanted to see her unhappy.