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17. Your mother lied to you

Fang Deyue snorted coldly, turned around and left, "Mind your own business." He even closed the door behind him.

Jing Zhe stood where he was, watching Fang Deyue slap the dust on the door panel on the tip of his nose.Yuanyuan looked up at him with wide eyes, he smiled at him helplessly and said, "Let's go down."

Fifteen minutes later, Jing Zhe banged on the door, "Xiao Fang, open the door!"

Fang Deyue had a splitting headache, blood was all over his hands yesterday, and he also rubbed against the doorknob, it felt greasy to the touch, which made him a little sick. "Jing Zhe, take care of yourself." He opened the door.

Holding two plastic bags in his hand, Jing Zhe slipped in through the gap between the door and the wall. "Since you're not going to the hospital, you have to take good care of your wounds." It's not the first time he entered Fang Deyue's residence, he was acquainted with each other once, and he seemed to be a bit anti-customer, so he found a place by himself and arranged for Yuanyuan to sit down, and told him in a low voice Don't move around, and patted the small bench beside him to let Fang Deyue sit on it.In the other bag was steaming food. He didn't know what it was, and he hung it on a hook casually, and a burst of warm steam wafted out.

"If you don't deal with it now, if the wound gets worse and you go to the hospital, you will need thousands of dollars." Jing Zhe followed the temptation, "It costs money and suffers, why bother?"

Fang Deyue hesitated for a moment, but did not move.

Jing Zhe pulled him to sit down for the third time, and Fang Deyue finally sat down.He held a cotton ball to clean his wounds, the most on his face, the wounds were small and shallow, but there was a numb pain, Fang Deyue vaguely remembered being slapped by Wang Chenghua when he fell to the ground.Then there were many bruises on the palms, arms and legs. Jing Zhe asked him where he was injured. Fang Deyue remembered that there was still a piece on his head. Jingzhe asked him to shave his hair.This person is too easy to make a fuss, obviously he can grow up in a few days, so he has to make such a fuss.

Yuanyuan put her hands on her knees and stared at him.

This child seems to be two different creatures from the child that Jing Zhe hurriedly took away in the middle of the night yesterday. At that time, he was like a wild child.But now, with a clean and ruddy face, he put on an exquisite set of children's clothes, sitting there like a doll in a window.It is in line with Jing Zhe's somewhat exaggerated aesthetics. He can almost imagine the situation of a rich and mindless person like Jing Zhe when he keeps filling his shopping cart with the catalog.

Because of Jing Zhe, this child will gradually become a city child. His uncle spends a lot of money and will send him to the best kindergarten and the best elementary school, and send him to learn musical instruments and painting. Recite a lot of ancient poems.He will soon forget the cramped and smoky small room, forget that he used to sleep to the sound of mahjong like splashing water night after night, and forget what it feels like to wear only single clothes in winter.

Looking at it this way, how lucky he is.

Fang Deyue has never stared at such an older child, thinking about what to watch, has he never seen a fight, and when it comes to staring, he will never lose.So I looked back doubled.

There was a gash on Fang Deyue's eyelid, and the eyelashes were covered with blood, and the iodine stained it sore and itchy, he couldn't help but lower his head and wanted to rub his eyes.

"Hey, don't move! Your hands are dirty!" Jing Zhe yelled, and knocked him with his wrist.

"Don't cry, mom won't come back if you cry." Yuanyuan suddenly said.

The two adults were stunned for a moment, Fang Deyue put down his hands, turned to look at him seriously: "What do you mean?"

Yuanyuan hid his sight for a while, and timidly replied: "Mom said you can't cry, I cried, so I don't have a mother anymore."

Fang Deyue secretly looked at Jing Zhe, Jing Zhe was holding the medicine and tweezers, and stood there in a daze.

He remembered that that night, he went to check whether Wang Chenghua had returned the money to Jing Zhe as agreed, and Jing Zhe stood under the eaves watching the rain with this expression.

"No." Fang Deyue said, "Your mother lied to you."

Jing Zhe was a little surprised, blinked and looked at Fang Deyue.

Fang Deyue said: "I cry when I feel like crying."

Jing Zhe managed to make a smile, but Gu Zuo said to him, "Yuanyuan, that, I bought dumplings, are you hungry? How about you eat something first?"

Yuanyuan didn't know if he understood Fang Deyue's words, but just lowered his head and picked a bright decorative plastic button on his jacket.

Jing Zhe didn't get an answer, and turned back to educate Fang Deyue, "What kind of fight did you say, did you call the police? Who did you fight with?"

Fang Deyue answered irrelevantly, and said, "I can't live here any longer."

Jing Zhe didn't react, and replied: "Of course, I will move to my place tonight, otherwise I am afraid that the neighborhood committee will become suspicious."