Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

Sheng Yan tightly grasped the corner of Sheng An's clothes, showing no signs of relaxing, muttering something in a low voice.

Sheng An squatted down, and took out the corner of the clothes from his hands calmly. The corners of the clothes became wrinkled, but his little hands still held the corners of the clothes tightly.

"Sheng Yan, what are you talking about?"

Sheng Yan's tears flowed more fiercely: "Sister, I don't understand."

"What don't you understand, tell me."

His voice was thin, but he said it with confidence: "I'm obviously not wrong. If my birth brings unhappiness to everyone, I can't control it."

Sheng Yan's little hand grabbed Sheng An's clothes again, and looked at Sheng An, her eyes washed with tears were clear and full of sadness: "Sister, if I can, I don't want to be born either."

Sheng An didn't know what to say for a while, she was not a gentle, kind and considerate person, she didn't even know how to comfort others, and often played tricks on herself.She could only drag Sheng Yan to sit in the living room, and wait for him to cry enough before leaving.

But Sheng Yan seemed to have endless tears, and the trend was getting more and more fierce, as if she wanted to turn all the water in her body into tears.

Sheng An was a little at a loss: "Stop crying, Sheng Yan."

Sheng Yan has been crying until hiccups, her little face is flushed with traces of tears flowing on it: "Sister, you don't like me anymore, I don't know who else will like me."

Sheng An touched his head, the hair was soft and soft: "Of course someone will like you."

Sheng Yan's eyes looked at Sheng An sadly and sentimentally: "Sister, then why did you treat me well and save me?"

Sheng An is also thinking about this question, but of course she still hasn't figured it out.

"Then you might as well not save me back then. My mother doesn't like me, my father doesn't like me, my sister doesn't like me, my classmates don't like me. I thought my sister liked me, but my sister doesn't like me either. No one likes me, I might as well die. Mother keeps telling me to die too."

Sheng An's heart suddenly softened. Originally, because of her different positions, she wanted to draw a clear line with this child, but this child was too painful.

Just like a timid snail, it shrinks into its shell when others are frightened, but its heart is soft and sensitive.

"How can I not like you? You are a child that someone likes. You can't just say that you are going to die in the future. Even if no one likes you in the future, there will be a sister who likes you."

Sheng Yan's drooping eyebrows suddenly lifted up, and he looked at Sheng An fixedly, the light in his eyes dazzled Sheng An's eyes, making it impossible to look directly at.

"Okay, okay." Shi Wenjun's voice came from upstairs, and she walked down the stairs step by step in her home clothes, making a "tattling" sound.The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she clapped her hands slowly. She looked like a woman who had been quiet for a long time.

But the anger in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Sheng Yan saw Shi Wenjun subconsciously hiding behind Sheng An, his eyes were full of fear, and his body was trembling.

As Shi Wenjun got closer, Sheng Yan's fear deepened, and even his body trembled like chaff.

The resentment and fear in his eyes intertwined into a big net, restraining him, he could only stay where he was, waiting for Shi Wenjun's punishment, this was a habit he had formed in the past ten years.

He can't hide, can't hide, dare not hide.

Shi Wenjun smiled at the corner of his mouth, hooked his fingers lazily, and spoke casually and contemptuously as if calling his own dog: "Sheng Yan, come to me."