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"Something important?"

Pei Zhili lowered his eyes, and the anger that had just subsided surged up again, "It's the violin you gave me on my fourth birthday."

His mother had specially found a master to make it for him, and he loved that violin more than any other toy. After his mother passed away, he was sad for a long time and rarely practiced the violin, so he sealed it in a cabinet.

One day when the conflict between him and Jiang Qixing was escalating, he happened to see Jiang Qixing, then eight years old, sitting under a tree, holding a violin in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, cutting the strings one by one, with a look of revenge on his face.

When he recognized that it was his own violin, he was completely stunned. He immediately rushed over and started fighting with him fiercely!

He was furious and didn't know how hard to hit. Jiang Qixing was beaten black and blue, but he stubbornly didn't cry. He glared at him hatefully: "I hate you. You are the person I hate the most!"

After saying that, Jiang Qixing pushed him away, turned around and ran away.

He was left alone, holding his smashed and cut violin, and slowly collapsed to the ground. He, who usually hardly shed tears, cried uncontrollably.

After that day, Jiang Qixing applied to live on campus and rarely went home. He and his son only saw each other a few times throughout the year.

"I don't know what I did to make him hate me. But no matter what, he destroyed the thing I cherish most, and I will never forgive him."

Pei Zhili turned around, put the cake aside temporarily, then opened the cabinet and took out a violin.

"Even if it's repaired, it can never be restored to its original state."

Jiang Tingxia discovered that this violin had been well preserved by him. Even after so many years, it was still shiny and glossy. If one could ignore the traces of repairs on it...

He looked down at the violin, his expression showing a depression and sadness that Jiang Tingxia had never seen before.

Jiang Tingxia felt distressed and reached out to hug him. "Xiao Li, maybe there is some misunderstanding between you and Xiao Xing. Don't worry, if you are wronged, then I will definitely stand by you and will not favor him just because he is younger than you."

Pei Zhili buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice suppressed, "I did nothing wrong. I even thought that as your eldest brother, I should take care of him on your behalf, but..."

He can't.

Jiang Tingxia hugged him tightly and touched his head, "Well, I believe you."

I really didn't expect that he would have such an idea.

At this moment, the heartwarming little girl in my memory, who would help take care of his younger siblings when he was still breastfeeding, seemed to come back again.

Jiang Tingxia looked down at the violin in his hand, thoughtfully.

...

Jiang Qixing returned to the room. The huge room was empty, with only him there.

Thinking of the scene of being ignored by Jiang Tingxia just now, he felt empty in his heart. He walked to the corner and sat down against the wall.

Only in this narrow space can he find a sense of security, as if he has someone to rely on.

"Meow~" The cat jumped to his side.

Jiang Qixing picked it up and gently stroked its little head. The cat lay comfortably on his lap, letting him stroke it.

He is just an unpleasant bad boy. In this world, perhaps only cats can be close to him...

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, "Xiaoxing?"

It was Jiang Tingxia's voice.

Jiang Qixing looked up at the tightly closed door and became a little nervous.

Is she going to teach him a lesson? Does she hate him too?

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should open the door. While he was hesitating, the door was already opened and Jiang Tingxia appeared at the door.

To his surprise, there was no anger on her face, and she still had a faint smile on her face. "Can I come in?"

Jiang Qixing nodded silently.

Seeing him curled up in the corner, looking so lonely and thin, it was really pitiful. Jiang Tingxia sighed silently and walked towards him, "Why are you sitting on the ground? It's so cold. You're not well yet. Get up quickly. If you want to sit, sit on the bed."

As she spoke, she reached out, trying to pull him up from the ground.

Wasn't she angry with him?

Jiang Qixing thought uncertainly, did not resist, and let her pull him up.

After he returned to the bed, Jiang Tingxia sat down beside the bed, looked into his eyes and asked the question in her heart, "Xiaoxing, I already know what happened just now. You are deliberately trying to anger Xiaoli, right?"

Jiang Qixing looked at the cat in his arms and said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.

"Then can you tell me why you hate him?"

Jiang Qixing pursed his lips tightly, still not intending to say anything.

Jiang Tingxia also knew how difficult it was to get a child who was closed-minded and unable to communicate normally with the outside world to tell her inner secrets, but she had to try so as not to let the two children continue to be hostile to each other.

Since it happened in childhood, it is probably not a deep hatred, and it will not reach the point of life and death. It should still be resolvable.

Jiang Tingxia moved closer to him and held one of his hands. "Xiaoxing, can you tell your mother? I know you're not a bad person by nature, and you must be carrying a lot of things on your mind. Tell me and let me share it with you, okay? Don't make yourself so miserable."

Her voice was gentle and coaxing.

Jiang Qixing's eyes flashed slightly.

Even though he's in this state, she still doesn't think he's bad. She even said...she wants to share his burden.

"Tell me, don't keep everything in your heart. I'm afraid you'll get sick one day. What will you let me do if that happens? I finally came back, do you want me to see you like this?"

Jiang Tingxia held his cold hand tightly, passing the warmth of her palm to him, "Xiaoxing, are you willing to tell me?"

After waiting for a while, Jiang Qixing didn't speak, so Jiang Tingxia said helplessly, "Okay, since you don't want to say it, then I won't force you. You can talk about it when you want to."

She was about to let go when Jiang Qixing suddenly raised his head, his eyes slightly red, "He, is a lunatic!"

"Huh?" Jiang Tingxia was confused. "Why do you say that?"

As if remembering something he couldn't accept, his face turned pale, his voice trembling slightly as he continued to speak word by word: "He... killed all my cats!"

what? !

Jiang Tingxia's eyes widened in shock, "Is this true?"

"Six cats, all killed by him!" The secret that had been hidden in his heart was said out loud, and Jiang Qixing's grievances and grief all burst out. His eyes became redder and redder, and big tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

He quickly lowered his head, choking with sobs as he hugged the cat tightly in his arms, his shoulders twitching slightly, "How could he be so cruel..."

"..."

Jiang Tingxia was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.