Chapter 265

Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at Jingzi, and his slender hand took out candy from the sugar box and handed it to Jingzi.

Jingzi looked at her, pursed her lips, ate obediently, and then told her in sign language, "it's very sweet."

Then he sat quietly in his home. It was quiet. It was not like an ordinary nine year old girl. Jingzi's parents cried bitterly.

Jingzi's clear pupils are a little dull. It seems that she hasn't slowed down from the changes of life these days. She looks at her father with red eyes. Some don't understand why her father cried?

"Jingzi, go back to your room," Jingzi's father said to Jingzi in sign language.

The man looked at Jingzi's back and couldn't restrain his guilt and sadness. This is because the middle-aged man with gray temples and wind and frost kept muttering: "it's all my fault... It's all my fault..."

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Jiang Yihang is a reporter from an Internet TV station. Today, he received an order from his superiors to interview the children who were sexually assaulted in the school for the deaf and the disabled and go back to make a report.

The cameraman next to him has been following him to shoot the residence of these children. They can't imagine the ragged mud all the way. They haven't been to the countryside, but they've never seen such a bad road. They can't help being angry at the thought of those deaf and disabled children.

When they arrived with the cameraman on their shoulders, Jingzi's father bowed his head and knelt down directly to a teenager. Tears kept flowing and his hands folded. He wanted to kowtow to Shu Cheng, "benefactor, benefactor, thank you... Thank you..."

Shu Cheng picked up the man, stared at him with dark eyes and slightly pursed her lips. Today she didn't wear a mask. She didn't have any popularity in this poor family, and she didn't need a mask.

Jiang Yihang and the cameraman looked at each other.

"Is that boy... Shu Cheng?!"

"That's him! Why is he here?!"

"That man seems to be calling his benefactor all the time?"

"Even if he wrote the melting pot, you don't have to thank him so much?"

Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at the man who was clearly only middle-aged but had white temples. He pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to help him up.

The man raised his head, and the knife came out. Looking at Shucheng, his eyes were full of ferocious anger. While Shucheng helped him up, his knife directly stabbed Shucheng in the abdomen.

The blood flowed out and dyed Shu Cheng's clothes red bit by bit.

Jiang Yihang and the cameraman next to him didn't react. When they reacted, called the police and protected Shu Cheng behind them, Shu Cheng covered his bleeding abdomen and looked at the man's dark eyes without blinking.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

Shu Cheng finally spoke. His low voice was light, no questioning, no anger, and a very calm tone: "why?"

The man stared at Shu Cheng's eyes, some hair at the bottom of his heart, but his voice increased unconsciously: "why?"

"Why do you say that?" the man's eyes were filled with anger. "Why do you say that?! what do you know?!"

Shu Cheng didn't speak. He stared at the man's dark eyes, deep and boundless. He covered the wound with one hand and lit an acupoint with the other hand to stop bleeding temporarily.

The man sneered and became more and more excited: "what do you know?!