Chapter 4231

Qianqian a cry, Yi Xuan bamboo's heart is not good.

We are all half of the children, and now it is the situation, the mood is most likely to be implicated.

Keyi xuanzhu felt that she couldn't cry at this time.

It seems that

Who told him that when everyone wanted to see him cry, he just had to laugh.

Who is it?

Yi xuanzhu thought that the voice should be familiar, but some were too far away, so far that he couldn't remember.

"Wow..." Qianqian from the beginning of pursed mouth to wail.

Like a few hours of rest of the lacrimal gland, and can start to work, immediately began to work hard to start secreting tears, let Qianqian to vent all the fear and sadness in her heart.

"Qianqian is good, Qianqian doesn't cry." Yi xuanzhu's body is bound, can only turn his head to comfort Qianqian: "it's no big deal, after we go home, we can eat small wonton."

"Well Well... " She may know that her tears can't solve any problems, and she is too tired to cry.

Qian Qian pursed her mouth to stop her tears.

"When I get home, I'll eat the wonton and don't cry." Yi Xuan bamboo see Qianqian don't cry, also put down the heart.

Now here, Qianqian is still young, he is Qianqian's little uncle, he must not show timidity.

"Thought you could go back alive?" Yi Chengzhi is upset by Qianqian's crying, but seeing Yi xuanzhu not only doesn't cry, but also comforts Qianqian, which makes him even more upset: "is he still dreaming that someone can come to save you?"

"It will come." Yi Xuan bamboo pursed her mouth and looked at Yi Chengzhi, her eyes were burning.

What are you crying for, man. ]Yi xuanzhu felt that the words he had heard echoed more clearly in his mind? ]

[the more people want you to cry, the more you have to laugh at them! Learn from your sister. She won't cry easily as a woman. You are my grandson of yiweihai. How can you cry and admit defeat? Don't cry. ]

[remember, if anyone wants you to cry, you should smile to him! ]

Yes

He remembered

He remembered whose familiar voice it was

Yi xuanzhu's mouth moved slightly. He looked directly at Yi Chengzhi in front of him, and suddenly showed a big smile: "my father will come to save me!"

He is yiweihai's grandson. How can he cry at this time?

“……” Looking at Yi Xuan Zhu's smile, the persistence of believing that yihaoen will surely come to save him deeply stings Yi Chengzhi.

"My mother will come to help me too!" Qianqian's eyelashes still hang crystal tears, red cheeks, inhaled nose, pursed a stubborn look.

Yi Chengzhi's eyes move from Yi Xuan Zhu's face to Qian Qian's face. There is light in the eyes of the two children.

This kind of confidence that they will not be abandoned, no matter how big the crisis, there will be someone to save their confidence.

Yi Chengzhi has never had one.

As a child, he knew that he was not loved.

Ihorn, of course, was estranged from herself and Ariel like a stranger.

And Fang Fang

Yi Chengzhi knew that Fang Fang looked at her eyes with disgust, hatred and regret, but there was no mother's love for her son.

No.

When he was a child, he was careful to please, to humble expectations. In seeing Fang Fang's treatment of Irel and himself completely unequal, he learned to endure and give up extravagant hope for the love that did not belong to him.

Later, he was taken away by yihaofeng, and later he knew that he was the son of yihaofeng.

He seemed to be relieved, and he seemed to fall into deeper sorrow.

His life is a disgrace to his mother.

This cognition clearly explains all the treatment he suffered when he was a child, those failed expectations, those eyes that hurt his heart.

Can he resist?

He can't!

He is Yi Chengzhi. He carries the hope of his family. He has no choice but to accept it.

He has his own father, his father in name and his mother, but he is not as good as an orphan

He lived so much, and the rest was so sad.

Yi Chengzhi once thought that even so, at least yiweihai was special to him.

But I didn't expect that the person who sent him to prison was yiweihai!

He hates it.

He hated ilanyou, he hated yiweihai, he hated the biological father who drank alcohol to drown his alcoholism for the sake of a woman or not, and he also hated the father who regarded him as nothing in name.

When he was a little bit considerate, even if he was a little bit considerate.

Yi Chengzhi's heart is clear, he probably should not hate the person is yihaoen.In prison, he also thought that the days are far away, everything is so long, stereotyped and repeated, he still wants to hate

Too tired, too tired.

Or, forget it, forget it

Until, Yi Chengzhi in the prison reading room newspaper to see the news.

Yihaoen and Yuan Hui looked very sweet. Yuan Hui held a little boy in his arms.

Chubby and chubby, she had a deep pear vortex on her face when she laughed. Yuan Hui looked up at yihaoen, and her eyes were full of smile. Yihaoen looked down at the child with a smile on her mouth and love in her eyes.

Even through this thin paper, it can be seen through.

Has ihorn ever seen him like this?

At his age as a little fat man, he was still careful to please his so-called family.

No one has seen him like that.

No one!

At that moment, Yi Chengzhi found that the person he hated most was not yilanyou who was pressing hard, yihaofeng who failed to shoulder the responsibility of his biological father, or yiweihai, who sent him to prison with his own hands.

The man he hates most is ehorn!

It is the father in his name, who has never given him a trace of love!

So a cold and heartless person, actually pour all love into this pig's body!

What's good about him?

What's good about this little devil!

Yi Chengzhi made an oath that as long as he had a chance to go out, he would take back Yishi, he must take back everything that belonged to him, and he must revenge!

He must let those who hurt him pay a thousand times and a hundred times.

He must question ehorn well, question him well!

He's going to kill the pig himself!

Heart and liver, bone and meat!

Looking at the Yixuan bamboo in front of him, Yi Chengzhi's eyes gradually fade down.

Soon, soon.

When the kid has no more value, he'll kill him himself, chop him up and throw him in front of ehorn.

He would like to see what kind of expression ihorn would look like. It must be wonderful!