Other parents knew that Lin Hanfeng was not to be trifled with and were unwilling to have their children apologize to a child born out of wedlock, fearing a loss of face. They snorted,
and left with their children.
The horoom teacher and principal saw that the parents had dispersed, so they said a few words and left as well.
In the end, only Xia Siyuan remained, holding Xi Chen’s hand, saying: "Don’t be afraid. If soone bullies you again in the future, fight back just like you did now. Just don’t hurt
yourself. Cousin, is it wrong of to teach children this way?"
Ye Xingguang pretended not to hear: "Let’s go."
Before leaving, Xiaohuahua said to Xi Chen: "Big brother, hang in there. My brother says it’s better for us to bully others than to let others bully
us. My brother’s words are always true."
Ye Xingguang covered his face with his hand, knowing that when it cos to raising children, neither of them were qualified parents, but everyone’s heart has its biases.
It was precisely because those few parents had biased hearts that they were so aggressive.
All parents are the sa.
Xi Chen still didn’t speak; he just nodded. Since his own sister left, he never wanted to utter a word again.
Xia Siyuan took Xi Chen back to her own ho and, after arriving, found a dical kit to treat the wound at the corner of Xi Chen’s mouth.
"Does it hurt?"
Xi Chen shook his head.
"Don’t mind what others say. Birth is sothing you can’t choose. What’s most important is who you want to beco in the future.
Develop towards that goal. Although you’re still young and may not know who you want to be yet, I’m already so grown,
and I still live in a muddled way. Anyway, just let whatever others say go in one ear and out the other, as long as you study well."
Xi Chen still didn’t speak.
"Lin Hanfeng is on a business trip, so you can stay at my house tonight. I will have soone prepare the guest room for you."
Xi Chen nodded, and after his wound was treated, he silently sat by the side doing his howork.
Despite his young age, Xi Chen’s writing was very neat and angular.
Usually, once howork was finished, it required a parent’s signature, but Xi Chen didn’t ask Xia Siyuan. He was used to signing it himself. He would use
a different script to write Lin Hanfeng’s na, in a flamboyant style, looking nothing like a child’s writing.
Xia Siyuan played with their little darling for a while, but then felt unwell, so she went back to her room to sleep.
She knew it was the pain caused by cancer.
In her hazy state of pain, she heard soone knocking and calling her for dinner. Xia Siyuan couldn’t get up, so she said she’d eat later.
Lin’s mom ca in and asked what was wrong upon seeing her furrowed brow: "Are you in pain?"
Xia Siyuan nodded: "Mom, I’m fine. I’ve already taken painkillers. Let rest a bit. You guys eat first. Please help take care of Xi Chen,
he’s new here and doesn’t like to talk, I’m afraid he’ll feel unfamiliar."
"You child, you can’t even take care of yourself and still worry about others. I’ll keep your al warm, let know when you can get up,
and I’ll bring the food over."
"Mm."
Sumr’s mom walked out, sat down at the dining table, and shook her head at her husband: "It hurts again."
As she spoke, Sumr’s mom couldn’t help but wipe her tears.
Sumr’s dad also sighed, worried that one day their daughter might leave them forever. The two of them sat at the table discussing Xia Siyuan’s illness.
Xi Chen ate quietly, naturally hearing the adults’ conversation.
It turns out, the aunty who had been protecting him at school was seriously ill, terminal, and not long for this world...
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