Wen Jian whispered "Yeah" and looked down at her mother's hands. They were white and clean, but the cuffs were tightly tied.
The little guy suddenly realized that his mother seemed to have always liked clothes with cuffs.
Wen Jian was sensitive and attentive, and did not dare to really ask his mother about these things. He was always afraid that her mother would be unhappy.
He used to be coaxed to sleep by his mother and always fell asleep quickly, but this time, Wen Jian couldn't fall asleep at all.
My uncle's words seemed to be fresh in my mind, and I couldn't forget them.
After all, Wen Jian was too young and too scared.
I'm really afraid that everything will be as terrible as my uncle said.
So, she waited until her mother fell asleep before she dared to hold her mother's hand and secretly untie the green ribbon on her cuffs. Then, Wen Jian's dark eyes froze.
On my mother’s wrist, there were shocking scars...
It’s a scar that comes over the years…
Wen Jian's little hands trembled as he touched his mother's hand. Tears suddenly fell from his eyes. He bit his lips again and held back from crying.
It turns out that my mother...
It turns out that my mother really can’t forgive my father.
…
The next day, a carriage stopped at Wen Zhigu's residence.
"Second Young Master, can you please stop coming down? The doctor said your wound will open if you do this. Just go down and knock on the door..."
However, Er Shao Ji turned a deaf ear and endured the sharp pain of the abdominal wound, and still slowly stepped out of the carriage. Just such a movement was already so painful that he almost fainted.
But he had to come here again.
The military order was like a mountain, and Wen Youyi went to assassinate him. This matter was big or small, and he had to come personally.
Wen Zhigu took the initiative to go to the Hanlin Academy to find him twice, both because of her brother's affairs. This shows how important Wen Youyi is to her, and he doesn't want her to be worried about Wen Youyi's affairs anymore.
But the servants felt extremely distressed when they saw that Second Young Master Ji was obviously seriously injured and still dragging his pain to find someone.
But how could Second Young Master Ji be willing to listen to others' advice
When Wen Jian heard the knock on the door, she thought her mother had left something behind and came back to look for it, but when she opened the door, she saw it was her father.
Daddy looks very pale.
"Xiao Jian... where is your mother?" Ji Xubai couldn't help but hold the door in pain and breathed hard.
Wen Jian's nose trembled as she looked at him and said, "Mother is out."
"Then, daddy goes in and waits for her to come back..."
Wen Jian stretched out two small hands to stop him, stared at him warily and said, "You are not allowed to go in."
Ji Xubai looked at him.
Wen Jian's eyes no longer worshiped and delighted him as before.
Instead, he became very indifferent.
"What's wrong... Xiao Jian..." Ji Xubai said, seeming to have scratched the wound. He coughed in pain, and his face became colder and whiter.
Wen Jian looked at him steadily, did not close the door, turned back to the house, and ran out after a while.
The little guy came out with the thick book he gave him in his hand.
The little guy spoke, his voice was clear and cold, every word was spoken clearly, forcefully and decisively: "Please Taifu Ji, please don't come to my mother again. If you come again next time, I won't open the door for you again." .”
After Wen Jian finished speaking, in front of Ji Xubai, he tore into pieces the book he had spent a year and a half working on in Beige.
Then he turned back expressionlessly and closed the door.
Ji Xubai stood outside the door, motionless.
Not sure whether he was hurt by Wen Jian's words or stimulated by the sound of the door closing, Ji Xubai suddenly covered the torn wound and slowly leaned over in pain.
In mid-air, shredded paper was flying.
It seemed like it was tearing his heart apart bit by bit.
Ji Xubai covered his abdomen that had already oozed blood with one hand, and tried to pick up the shredded papers with the other hand on the ground. He wanted to piece the torn papers back together, but his hands were shaking, so he only picked up a few pieces. Shredded paper, my heart was in agony as if it was being stabbed, and I subconsciously clenched the shredded paper in my hand, but finally passed out...
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(It’s just a small abuse, there are still big abuses waiting for Taifu Ji... Vote