Ye Linchuan went directly to the room where Ye Ya was, opened the door and saw her huddled in the corner alone, with her arms around her knees, her head huddled, motionless like a quail. Ye Linchuan ignored the eyes of other children, strode forward, bent down to pick up the ipad that was not left on the bed.
The live broadcast is still on, the audience has grown to one million, and the bullet screens are densely rushing in front of the eyes. The information of Aite in the background of Weibo increases with the growth of the bullet screens. It is undoubtedly a personal attack, mocking him for using his children to sell miserably. Ye Linchuan has never seen any troubles so far. In his opinion, these swear words are just a fleeting moment, and he doesn't care at all.
Little did they know that the atmosphere in the studio became silent because of these vulgar words.
Human hearts are fleshy, but anyone with a bit of empathy will not be indifferent to these tens of thousands of insults, let alone a little girl who is ignorant and at a loss for the world. Sure enough, the wind direction in the live broadcast room has changed slightly.
[Anyway, scolding a child like this is really too much. ]
[Is this cyber violence? ? ]
[Those words made me want to vomit, not Ye Ya’s fan, but no matter what, I’m still a child, and I’m sure there will be psychological shadows in the future. ]
[One mouthful, one Sima, I think you are orphans, do you really take your stinky mouth as an honor? ]
[It's really uncomfortable to watch, I wonder if Mr. Ye didn't do anything? Ms. Liu went to question him first, and he was not allowed to be angry? []
[+1, but Yoo has too many fans, so I dare not say it. ]
A bunch of weeds.
Ye Linchuan snorted coldly, and lightly turned off the live broadcast.
"Ye Ya, come here." Ye Linchuan called to her back.
Ye Yayouyuan looked over, dawdled for a while, stood up, patted her buttocks and walked to Ye Linchuan. In the next second, Ye Linchuan picked her up.
As dusk fell, a few lights were lit in the small garden outside the hotel. The father and daughter sat on the small swing, and the figures of one big and one small together were warm and harmonious.
"Are you sad?" Ye Linchuan asked in a hoarse voice, looking at her quietly with downcast eyes.
Ye Ya held her mouth and sighed deeply: "I just feel very tired." When she spoke, she was old-fashioned, and the heaviness that fell on her eyebrows was not like a child of three or four years old, but like an old lady who had gone through all kinds of vicissitudes. The expression combined with the cute little face makes people laugh for no reason.
Ye Linchuan decided to act as a psychiatrist, and matched her tone, "Then tell me how tired you are."
Ye Ya said honestly; "They won't let me cry."
"Um?"
"But I'm obviously a child. Isn't it right for a child to cry?" Ye Ya couldn't figure out why the adults watching the show had such high demands on her. Isn't it normal for people to cry when they are sad? Why is it necessary to say that she is disobedient and ignorant just because she is crying? What is the necessary relationship between crying and being obedient, sensible or not? What does it have to do with her overthrowing Zhao Chenxing?
Ye Linchuan couldn't stop laughing: "Are you tired because of this?"
"There are other things." Ye Ya continued, "They also said that I dirty my face and face when eating, and I don't like to be clean; they also said that I dirty my hands and hands when I play, and I am very sloppy." The word sloppy is very complicated, Ye Ya asked the system for a long time before he understood what it meant.
"Brother, do you think I don't like to be clean?" Ye Ya dragged the swing with her hands, her eyes flickering, earnestly looking for his answer.
Ye Linchuan had a smile on his face: "When did you care so much about other people's opinions?"
"That's why I'm tired." Ye Ya is not good at hiding her feelings, she told Ye Linchuan all the feelings of the past few days without any concealment, "I didn't care about it before, but now I always think of what they said Those words. I will care, and I will be very tired.”
Ye Ya clearly understood that she had done nothing wrong, and her actions were all reasonable under such circumstances. But those uncles and aunts didn't feel that they stood outside the situation and blamed her performance at that time from the perspective of later generations. Her mother told her that a monster should not care about other people's eyes and opinions when she is alive, but she is a little monster living in a crowd, how can she be alone.
Finally, I came to a conclusion-it's really tiring to be a human being.
"I don't think I'm cute anymore." Ye Ya clutched her chest, looking sad again.
Ye Linchuan followed her words patiently and said, "Why do you think so?"
Ye Ya looked down at her toes, and said in a low voice, "Because I've grown up and become smarter than others. Smart kids aren't cute."
"..."
Well, don't forget to praise yourself before putting yourself down.
As expected of her.
Ye Linchuan stretched out his hand to hold Ye Ya in his arms, and forced a smile to say, "Are you sad because you're going to grow up, or are you sad because others say you're not cute?"
Ye Ya couldn't choose between the two, and struggled for a long time without giving an answer, "A little bit of both." She was afraid that she would grow up too fast, and her parents would not know her after returning home, so she was very anxious and sad.
"Let me ask you, what is the big character without the horizontal line in the middle?"
"people."
"It is said that when you grow up, you can become a person only when you grow up..."
Ye Ya interrupted him: "But, but I don't want to be an adult." Only humans want to become monsters, no monsters want to become humans.
My mother said that human beings are stupid, ugly, not smart, the worst creatures in the world, and they can't change anything to become adults.
Ye Linchuan was not overwhelmed by Ye Ya, and took advantage of the situation and said, "That's it. You don't need to grow up if you don't want to be an adult. Since you don't need to grow up, why are you sad?"
Ye Ya was dumbfounded by the question.
"You are not human anymore, why do you still care about human opinions? Species are different. Like that telegraph pole, that fountain over there, that floor tile under your feet, do you think they are cute?"
Ya Ya answered dizzily: "It's not too cute."
Ye Linchuan: "Coincidentally, the electric pole, the fountain, and this brick also think the same way."
"..."
"Can your thoughts shake them?"
Ye Ya shook his head.
"Can their thoughts move you?"
Ye Ya continued to shake her head.
Ye Linchuan persistently brainwashed the little girl with a solid tongue and strong logic: "The problem is, the telephone pole thinks you are not cute, will you be sad?"
Ye Ya thought for a while, then shook her head again in denial.
She's not a telegraph pole, she doesn't care what the telegraph pole thinks.
"Since the electric pole thinks you are not cute and you are not sad, why do you have to feel sad because of human thoughts?"
Ye Ya asked Ye Linchuan dully, "Are human beings like telephone poles?"
Ye Linchuan went all out to coax the child, and nodded in response without blushing or panting, with a strong word: "Yes."
She seemed to understand.
Seeing that the child was successfully fooled by him, Ye Linchuan nodded in satisfaction, and lightly patted her on the shoulder: "Go, go back and think about it carefully."
Ye Ya jumped off Ye Linchuan's knee in a daze, and just happened to bump into Zhao Chenxing at the corner. He seemed to have been standing here eavesdropping for a long time, even though Ye Ya caught him, he didn't show any guilt, his dark eyes stared at her lifelessly.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
With her hands on her hips, Ye Ya breathed out from her lower abdomen, and yelled at him ferociously: "Stay away from the electric poles, don't block my way!"
"????"
Zhao Chenxing was dumbfounded.