Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

How to describe the feeling at that moment?

When the little kid raised his phone in front of him and he could see what was on the screen clearly.

At first he didn't believe that it was painted by Ye Shiyi, but the familiar painting style, and the story, plot, and even weather that no one else would know except Ye Kong, were not fake.

They lit quietly in the dim lights of the orphanage.

Even the mottled marks on the corners are so consistent with the murals on the wall.

Dean Sun had no choice but to believe it, and he had to put on his reading glasses to carefully and painstakingly figure out the cause and effect of the whole incident.

After knowing the whole story, he was so shocked that he immediately went back to the community and knocked on Lao Chi's door downstairs.

Teacher Chi's family lost their beloved daughter many years ago, and then his wife also passed away in grief, leaving him an old man to live his life alone. It has been almost eight years.

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It took a long time before someone knocked on the door.

The houses are all old, but the TVs in these old houses are obviously of very high quality and configuration. The huge LCD screen is showing some noisy content with incredible clarity.

Dean Sun knew what it was after just one listen.

Just now when he was trying to figure out the whole story, he also saw the content of that rich beast making a fool of himself on the live broadcast.

Teacher Chi seemed to know why he was here. Although he let him in, his expression was not friendly. He only said lightly: "If you are here to ask about Wen Can's whereabouts, then I don't know either."

"..." Dean Sun was a little speechless, and sighed after a while, "Aren't you worried?"

"What are you worried about?" Teacher Chi asked, "Are you worried that the beast won't die?"

"...Aren't you worried about Wen Can? He's your daughter's only child!"

"But my daughter is dead!"

In the darkness of night, in this old house full of traces of life, the usually elegant old man suddenly revealed a red and ferocious face, "My only child is dead! My only love also died early because of this! Now I am only worried that the beast can still live! Every day he lives in this world is a day my heart is fried in the frying pan!"

"...So, you agree to let Wen Can kill him personally?" Dean Sun was a little stunned.

The TV is still broadcasting the live broadcast.

There was only a dim light on in the room.

The night came in through the window lattices, leaving deep and shallow shadows on the sofa, the coffee table, and the photos everywhere.

The old man's face, with its wrinkles and grooves, was half-buried in the shadows. He spoke like an old and hard stone sculpture: "I didn't agree, but I didn't object either - I didn't know anything at all."

"...You know." Dean Sun was extremely surprised by his reaction and his voice became louder. "Even if he didn't tell you, you would have guessed it! But you never advised him? You agree with his actions from the bottom of your heart?!"

"I said I know nothing." Teacher Chi repeated without any expression.

Dean Sun stood up suddenly: "Aren't you afraid that your daughter will blame you for indulging him like this?!"

"I'll say it again." Teacher Chi's jaw was tense, and he almost forced out the sound through his teeth. "My daughter is dead, dead, dead! She is an atheist. Our whole family is atheists. We believe that when a person dies, he is dead. There is no soul, no reincarnation, and no goodbye in the underworld! Do you know what death is? Death is the end, extinction, and complete annihilation! So!" He took a deep breath, "She has no chance to blame me, and I, who am still alive, just want to watch that beast die in the most miserable and terrible way."

"...What about Wen Can's future?" Dean Sun said in disbelief, "Wen Can is still alive! He's still young! Is he going to become a murderer before he's even thirty?!"

"There's nothing I can do." Teacher Chi said slowly, "After all, he is not only my grandson, not only my daughter's child, he is also the son of that beast, a descendant of the Wen family - not to mention he doesn't care. When it comes to revenge, we are accomplices and we are one."

"..."

Dean Sun was dumbfounded and speechless.

Teacher Chi looked up at him, his expression softened a little, and said, "I know why you came. It's for Ye Shiyi, right? I didn't expect these two children to have such a fate, and she was dragged down by Wen Can. But believe me, Wen Can will handle everything. He is a very smart and capable person, and he will never let the person he likes suffer any loss."

"..." Dean Sun was even more speechless.

He shook his head and wanted to say something, but looking at the old man's silhouette staring at the TV without blinking, he felt that it would be useless to say anything.

He stood up and said goodbye.

When he passed by the photos at the entrance, he stopped to look at them for a while and suddenly said, "If death is the final end, then have you ever talked or smiled at these photos at home?"

The old man on the sofa paused.

"If so, you can't say that your daughters didn't have the chance to blame you, because every time you stared at these photos for a long time, they were also staring at you. If you regarded Wen Can as your family and an important person to you, you should have felt their expectations every time you stared at him. You shouldn't have let him do something irreversible - because you are obviously a normal person, and you are still his grandfather."

"While you lost your daughter and your spouse, he lost all his family members - including you, the only normal person who obviously hated him."

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Persuasion...it can't really be called persuasion. Anyway, after meeting the normal person, Dean Sun began to rush to Yuzhou, carrying a bag that he had to follow, intending to meet the abnormal person.

The high-speed train sped along the way, and the mountains, rivers and land were rapidly passing by on the glass.

During this period, he read "Flower Box" on his mobile phone over and over again with the help of the dim night light.

But he couldn't imagine concretely what Ye Kong was feeling at that moment.

Since Ye Kong was very young, he had almost completely given up the idea of teaching her to communicate and express herself.

That's not a normal child.

Her heart was buried so deep that even she herself could not feel it, so her chest felt empty. No matter how she searched, explored, experienced, or even got hurt, she still could not reach where she wanted to go.

When Ye Shiyi was young, she would either stay in a dark corner and draw in a daze, or fight with those who bullied her. Even if she was injured, she would wipe her face and walk past the crying children and condemning adults with a straight face, as if she had no sense of pain.

During the two years he was away, the only time she had to use a knife was because she was buried alive in the wild with only her head exposed.

When Director Sun heard about this after returning to the orphanage, he was deeply distressed and later carefully asked her about her memory of the incident.

But the child, who was only nine years old at the time, just looked up at the sky and thought for a while, and said, "The stars are bright" and "The knife is very fast."

Apart from that, nothing else.

Her revenge and her intolerance were all based on theoretical cognition and physical irritation, rather than inner pain and grievance.

During the days when he watched Ye Shiyi grow up little by little, the old man often felt that this child was born into this world just to get lost.

The world is like a wilderness, and she is a lost meteor, looking for the spark that can brighten her life.

But her fire was buried underground.

She knew this, but she still made it this far. In Dean Sun's eyes, she was very brave. He was even prepared to lose her completely at some point.

But on the railway track to Yuzhou, Dean Sun watched everything that really happened on the screen. She was surprised that the world was like this from her perspective, and at the same time she felt an inexplicable tremor.

The tremor seemed to come from the roar of the tracks beneath the train.

But to the old dean's ears, it sounded more like the sound of a spark of fire burning under the earth and causing an earthquake.