Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

Sheng Zhan leaned at the door and listened to Mama Sheng's words. Seeing Sheng An standing there and not trying to appease Mama Sheng, he walked to Mama Sheng's side in a few steps, took her in his arms, and gently stroked her back: "Mom, don't worry, you won't leave."

Sheng's mother huddled in the boy's arms like a little girl, trembling slightly: "Sheng Haiquan is mine, and he is mine after death. No one can take him away."

Sheng An's eyes were flushed: "Mom, how long do you still want to deceive yourself? Is it useful to take up a name and keep memories? He is hugging another woman now."

Her voice lowered, pleading: "Mom, wake up, he doesn't love you."

Sheng's mother raised her head from Sheng Zhan's arms, her tears curved like a stream, her eyes were red and bloodshot, accompanied by thick dark circles, it was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.She hugged her hair and let out a shrill scream, the voice was like a ghost, and it seemed that something stung her brain, every nerve of her.

Sheng Zhan tried his best to suppress her struggle, he turned around and shouted at Sheng An: "Get out of here."

Sheng An took a deep look at them, then turned around resolutely.What followed behind her was a louder scream.

Sheng An reminded himself over and over again in his heart: that was just waking up a person who pretended to be asleep, and it didn't matter.If you don't dig up the carrion, how can the wound scar?How could she be willing to wake up if she wasn't exposed.

But my heart is still uncomfortable, especially the scene of Sheng's mother's death in the previous life broke into the dream again and again, and seeing Sheng's mother walking step by step to that track, Sheng An only felt that she was going crazy.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the countdown to death, knowing how to die, knowing when to die, but not wanting to die.

Could it be that she walked the road of death all over again? Sheng An's left face evoked a tricky smile, how could it be possible.

There were footsteps on the stairs, brisk like an elf, and Sheng Huan asked anxiously, holding up the corner of her skirt, "Sister, what's going on upstairs?"

The corner of Sheng An's mouth smiled decently: "My good sister, there's nothing to do up there, let's go down together."

Sheng Huan's eyes glanced up unwillingly, but he said, "Okay, sister."

The two of them had nothing to say all the way, Sheng An didn't want to talk nonsense with her, compared to his previous life, Sheng An was already very polite to her.Now he is an enemy again, if he can treat her like this, Sheng An will give him a little gold medal.

And Sheng Huan's attention was always upstairs, so that he didn't notice this strange atmosphere.

Downstairs, Shi Wenjun leaned in Sheng Haiquan's arms and listened to the radio, and the singing of Peking Opera was playing on the radio.

Shi Wenjun held a handful of melon seeds in his hand, and said while chewing: "I heard the female voice on the radio not as good as the scream just now. It is so penetrating and can be heard clearly from such a distance."

Sheng An walked down the stairs slowly, with no extra expression on his face: "I don't think your voice is as pleasant as Auntie's. I don't know, I thought Auntie was singing a big show. Every word is insinuating, and it has multiple meanings. "

Shi Wenjun spat out the melon seeds in his mouth heavily, and looked at Sheng An slantingly.

Originally, Sheng An should restrain herself, but she added without fear of death: "Are you right, Aunt Shi?"

Sheng Huan stared at Sheng An, but didn't say a word for Shi Wenjun.

Shi Wenjun's face was full of sarcasm, and he didn't see the gentleness and sweetness just now: "Isn't it that crazy woman upstairs that you should care about now?"