Chapter 315

When Sheng Zhixun came to the villa to give gifts, he happened to see Wen churan sitting alone in the hall with a delicate cake on the tea table.

"Yo! Isn't the cake good? Aunt Wang bought it? "

Seeing the little boy's melancholy face, he came forward and asked, "what's the matter with you? unhappy? My fourth brother won't give you cake? Children eat too many sweets, which is bad for their teeth. "

Wen churan shook his head and sighed, "I made the cake."

Sheng Zhixun was surprised, "you? Can you make a cake? "

Wen churan had no intention to quarrel with him, and then sighed, "he made him a cake with good intentions. Even if he didn't eat it, he was angry for some reason..."

"The fourth brother is not happy?"

"Well..."

Why not?

After thinking for a long time, Sheng Zhixun finally realized, "I know why fourth brother is angry!"

Wen churan immediately raised his head and asked, "why?"

"Here's the thing..." Sheng Zhixun sat next to Wen churan and said, "last year, my fourth brother's birthday, my fourth sister-in-law made a cake for my fourth brother like you, but there was something in it, which directly made my fourth brother suffer from stomach disease in the middle of the night, so..."

"Ah! I see! " Wen churan directly interrupted Sheng Zhixun's follow-up words, and suddenly realized, "he has a grudge! That's why I'm angry when I see my cake, isn't it? "

Sheng Zhixun immediately turned his eyes at her. "Little boy, can you lower your IQ? What revenge! My fourth brother is missing my fourth sister-in-law. Looking at your cake, I miss people! When I think of my fourth sister-in-law becoming a vegetable and lying in the hospital, can my fourth brother not be sad? "

Wen churan was stunned. Some couldn't believe it.

Not because of revenge, but because of sadness?

Is that true?

Sheng Zhixun ran to knock on Sheng Shimo's door. When he couldn't get a response, he had to give the gift to Wen churan, and then left the villa.

Wen churan took the gift and knocked carefully on the door.

"Daddy, did you sleep?"

No response.

When she thought of the ink's complicated face just now, she felt something bad in her heart.

Want to be so laissez faire, no matter go back to the bedroom to sleep, but my head is always thinking of the prosperous ink.

In desperation, she can only open the door of Sheng Shi Mo's room without authorization.

There was no light in the room. The moonlight shone in from the landing window. In the dark, she vaguely saw a figure curled up in the corner.

When I approached, I found that Sheng Shimo was sitting on the ground, buried his head deeply, unable to see his expression, like a stationary sculpture.

In front of him was also placed a large carton full of messy things.

Wen churan looked carefully and suddenly changed his face.

What's in the carton... It's a birthday present she gives him every year.

From childish dolls to mature white shirts, from cheap pens to expensive watches, and even the handmade pendant she made for him.

Probably since she was seven or eight years old, she gave gifts to Shengshi ink every year, until she got married, about 20 gifts. Each gift carries the memory of years, and now it all appears in this carton.

Every year when I give him a birthday present, he always takes it and disdains it.

She thought that the gifts she gave had long been in the trash can, but she never thought that he would stay all around, just like carefully collecting them.

Wen churan couldn't believe it. Everything in front of her subverted her cognition, so her head began to be confused.