You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 2759: Family

When his dad doesn't talk to him, he can only learn from the early childhood education machine over and over again.

Occasionally, when his dad is in a good mood, he will teach him how to draw.

He learns to draw quickly and draws very well.

Sometimes, when he draws a painting that he is particularly satisfied with, he shows it to his father. His father stares at the painting for a while, and then he will suddenly tear up the painting he painted like crazy.

Pointing at his nose, beating like a thunderbolt, telling him not to paint in the future.

A few days later, his father seemed to have forgotten that he was not allowed to paint, so he personally made brushes and paper for him and let him paint.

He sits behind a desk and draws, his dad sits beside him, watching him intently.

Sometimes, his dad could watch him motionless for hours.

His dad was with him and he was happy.

He just tried to make himself a good drawing.

Sometimes, the pictures he draws make his father admire him again and again, hug him and kiss him, saying that he is worthy of his seed.

Occasionally, he would get violent and tear up his paintings.

And so on and on and on...

Until his dad died.

After his dad died, the gallery was sold.

He went home with his mother.

Since then, when people talk about him, the most he hears is that the boy's life is bad.

Yes.

He's really bad.

He doesn't go to school, so he has no classmates.

His dad doesn't let him hang out, so he doesn't have any friends either.

But he can read books and watch TV.

The parents in the book and the parents in the TV are not like his parents.

He is the only one who is the most unlucky of the children near him, who can't get enough to eat and is beaten every day.

He thought about it when he escaped from the house.

He would rather die alone in the mountains than go back to that so-called home.

"Little brother, how did you get in?" asked the little sapling curiously: "The tickets here are very expensive."

"Sneaked in," Wen Qiuci: "I'm so young, no one cares about me, I won't go out when I come in."

"Oh," asked the little sapling, "how long have you been here?"

Wen Qiuci said: "It's been more than two days."

"Where did your broken pot and broken bowl come from?" The little guy asked endless questions.

Wen Qiuci said: "My mother and my stepfather broke it during a fight, let me throw it away, and I hid it."

"Oh..."

What else did the little sapling want to ask, Ye Xingbei patted his little head: "Little tree, eat first, wait for the little brother to finish eating, then you can chat with the little brother."

"Oh, good!" The little sapling agreed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

The little guy narrowed his eyes happily: "Delicious!"

Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei were both amused by him and reached out to touch his head at the same time.

Ye Xingbei's hand first landed on Xiao Sapiao'er's head, Gu Junzhu's hand fell a few seconds behind and landed on Ye Xingbei's hand.

Ye Xingbei pursed her lips and smiled, holding his hand back.

The two clasped their fingers together and held hands.

The little sapling looked up at Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei, turned to look at Wen Qiuci, and said proudly: "Little brother, look, my parents are different from yours, they The relationship is good, I always like to sprinkle dog food for us to eat! So we have to eat meat quickly and eat more meat, otherwise, my parents will be stuffed with dog food to eat!"

"..." Ye Xingbei rubbed his head: "Why can't your mouth be covered with delicious food? Huh?"