Extra: When did Jiang Jichuan, the second son of the Jiang family,

realize that he was different from his younger brother? It

was probably when he couldn't control his emotions and beat a child in the kindergarten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

That day, his father stood in front of him. Although he was still as conscientious as usual, no one could fault him at all.

But the complicated look he looked at him from time to time revealed a disgust that he couldn't ignore.

The father reconciled with the child's parents with ease.

It's just that he can't stay in this kindergarten any longer.

This was his first time transferring schools, and it was also the beginning of his frequent transfers.

Come out of the hospital.

Jiang Jichuan silently followed Jiang Zhen's tall figure.

Both were silent.

Suddenly Jiang Zhen stopped, turned around and looked at Jiang Jichuan condescendingly.

"Jiang Jichuan, you know how to tell your mother when you go back."

Jiang Jichuan nodded, lowering his eyes and glanced at the arm tightly wrapped in white gauze.

Jiang Zhen seemed to be still uneasy and asked: "What do you say?"

"I accidentally fell and injured myself."

Jiang Zhen nodded with satisfaction, "If you can't control your temper and want to fight, then defeat the other party. Jiang Jichuan, when I was your age, I didn’t have a dad wiping my butt behind me!”

Jiang Zhen also realized that his eldest son had inherited his mania, but he was still able to survive well until now. Jiang Jichuan, this kid What can't be done?

So as long as the son doesn't commit suicide and make his wife sad, it's not a big problem.

Jiang Jichuan understood and didn't understand, but still nodded.

After all, this was the first time his father told him about his past.

Since then, Jiang Jichuan has been taking medicine every day and going to psychotherapy every week.

But the situation did not improve. Since elementary school, Jiang Jichuan had fights almost every week.

After one vacation, Jiang Zhen would transfer him to another school.

When he transferred to another school for the seventh or eighth time, Jiang Zhen felt that if he continued like this, his wife would no longer be able to hide it.

So he funded the acquisition of a private school, which only accepted the troubled and troubled students in the neighborhood.

In this way, even if there is a fight, it is not entirely his son's fault.

Afterwards, Jiang Jichuan was thrown inside to fend for himself.

And Jiang Jiliu was still studying in his original school. After all, even if Jiang Zhen was not interested in either son, he felt that he had to keep them normal, otherwise one day something would happen, one of them would be able to appease his wife.

It only took Jiang Jichuan half a semester to become famous.

Almost all of them became ghosts. Elementary school students within a ten-mile radius ran away when they saw him, and even junior high school students avoided his sharp attack.

Jiang Jichuan didn't think there was any problem, but he seemed to have less and less calm moments, and was always in a state of irritability and excitement.

Nowadays, only by being beside my gentle mother can I calm down a little.

But my mother's health has become worse and worse in recent years. My father was very anxious and moved her into a private nursing home with her.

And his father was afraid that he would accidentally get sick and irritate his mother, so he only allowed him to visit once a week.

The days are becoming more and more boring and uncomfortable.

Only in the midst of fighting and blood did he feel alive.

And today, he also beat up Jiang Jiliu.

The boy's eyes were red, and he shouted: "You don't love me either!" He

rushed into the room, and soon ran away angrily with a messy backpack in his arms.

Jiang Jichuan found it funny and didn't bother to talk to him.

He called Dad's secretary and informed him that Jiang Jiliu had run away from home, but he didn't bother to care.

The huge villa instantly became quiet.

So quiet that you can hear the clock ticking.

But the calmer the surroundings became, the more irritable Jiang Jichuan became.

He opened the door and walked across the yard, intending to go out and find someone to fight.

Unexpectedly, I opened the door and something soft bumped into my arms.

He frowned and was about to kick him.

Just look at that little dumpling raising his face.

A pair of clear and pure deer eyes on the round and white face looked at him without hesitation.

Seeing him looking over, the round little dumpling raised the corners of his mouth and showed a sweet smile.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was soft and waxy but crisp: "Brother, hello, I am a new neighbor, my name is Mianmian!"

Xiaotuanzi took a step back as he spoke, and neatly tidied up the mess. Placket.

Only then did Jiang Jichuan see clearly that the seven or eight-year-old girl was wearing a white tutu and her black hair was braided into two braids hanging down the back of her head. She was the kind of girl who was raised and raised.

The little girl said as she raised the basket she was holding, which contained soft and white pastries just like hers.

Seemingly seeing that he was not paying attention to her, she stood up obediently and called out again: "Hello, brother!"

Jiang Jichuan's brows instantly knitted deeper, and he bowed his waist with a fierce expression, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"

After that, the little girl originally said His smiling eyes suddenly widened with an expression of disbelief, his eyes turned red, and he ran back with a pout on his lips.

Jiang Jichuan straightened up and snorted disdainfully.

Another coward.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Just as he was about to go out, he found someone to fight with.

That wisp of white suddenly came into view again.

The little girl came back again, showing a soft and sweet smile, "Brother, can you please stop hitting Mian Mian Mian..."

The big eyes rolled, and suddenly thought of something, she said happily, "You can give it. You sing! The teachers praised Mianmian for her beautiful singing!"

Wen Ran was actually a little scared, but just now her father said: My little brother is just sick, and he didn't mean to hurt her. He asked her to come over and try again.

Dad also said that he was watching not far away, and if he noticed something bad, he would run towards him quickly.

Thinking this way, she suddenly felt more confident.

She puffed up her chest slightly and moved the basket she was holding forward.

"Mianmian has moved here recently and has no friends yet. Brother, do you want to be Mianmian's friend?" The little girl's voice was hesitant, as if she was worried that her request would be too much.

Becoming Friends

This was the first time someone wanted to be friends with him after seeing his ferocious look.

Is this a little fool in front of him?

Jiang Jichuan put one hand in his pocket, slightly raised his chin and looked down at Wen Ran.

The noise in my head seemed to be temporarily suppressed.

He showed no interest and then said: "Really? Then you sing a few lines and I'll listen and then talk about it."

In fact, he wanted to embarrass her and tell her to get out of here.

But the little girl's big, timid eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were hotter than the scorching sun behind her.

Jiang Jichuan was stunned for a moment, and a sweet singing voice sounded in his ears.

He didn't quite hear the lyrics, but the sweet voice, soft and secretly full of power, coupled with the bright and bright smile of the little girl, seemed to alleviate the irritability in his heart a lot.

He slowly loosened his clenched fists in his trouser pockets and turned around to lean against the wall.

As soon as the little girl finished singing, she looked over eagerly.

His big eyes were watery and he blinked, like a stupid kitten asking for praise.

Jiang Jichuan suddenly had the idea that it would be good to have multiple little followers like this.

After all, her smile is beautiful and her voice is sweet.

He raised his chin again and asked, "What are you getting that tastes good?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl immediately came over with the basket in her arms.

He gently pointed at the soft white pastry with his tender white hands: "It's delicious. Dad made it himself. It's sweet."

Sweet

Jiang Jichuan frowned habitually. He hated eating sweet things.

Just as he was about to refuse, he met the little girl's expectant eyes.

He accidentally took out a piece and took a bite.

Gee, that’s so damn sweet.

"It's delicious! Mianmian likes it the most!"

He swallowed the pastry he was about to spit out again.

Jiang Jichuan thought to himself: If he made the neighbor's kid cry, his mother would definitely not be able to hide it...

With this thought in mind, he finished the cake in two or three bites.

But I never thought that if I compromised this time, I would compromise for half my life.

After Jiang Jiliu understood, he felt that his family was very strange except for his mother.

But my mother was in poor health and had to be hospitalized for a long time. Later, when she got better, she had to live in a nursing home.

After entering elementary school and playing wildly with other children, he finally realized something was wrong.

No one in this family except his mother cared about him!

This gave him too much freedom!

So that day, he thought that there was an older brother in this family who was suffering from the same problem as him.

He couldn't wait to stand in front of his brother and asked seriously: "Brother, do you love me?"

Then his brother ignored him.

Jiang Jiliu didn't give up and caught up again: "We are twins. Although we are fraternal, we are from the same mother! Do you love me?"

Jiang Jichuan still ignored him, as if he was annoyed, and glanced at him fiercely. One glance.

In the past, Jiang Jiliu would have just found a place to play by himself.

But he didn't know what happened today. He felt that he was the saddest little pitiful person in the world.

It doesn't matter if his father doesn't love him, why doesn't he even love a brother who came out of his belly?

He chased after him again and asked loudly: "Do you love me or not?"

Then, he received his brother's gift to him. fatal kick.

Jiang Jiliu covered his sore butt with eyes full of disbelief: "You actually hit me!"

Then, the other half of his butt received the same kick.

It hurt so much that he couldn't help crying.

He wiped his tears with his sleeves and roared with shocking anger: "You don't love me either!"

He rushed into the room angrily and sat on the bed. He stood up suddenly because of the pain in his butt.

The grievance of being beaten by his brother came over him.

The more he thought about it, the sadder and aggrieved he became.

My mother is not in good health and I can't complain to her. My father... uh... forget it...

it's better to rely on yourself than anyone else.

Jiang Jiliu emptied the books in his schoolbag, stuffed two pieces of clothes, thought about it and stuffed the snacks he had hidden, turned around and ran out.

I can't stay in this home for one more second.

From now on, he will be a poor little boy who is alone in the world!

Jiang Jiliu first came to his best friend Little Bear’s house, and Little Bear’s mother welcomed him especially.

After preparing a large table of dishes, Jiang Jiliu was very happy and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This is a normal home!

Just as he was eating, he felt something was wrong.

The little bear, who had been at school every day, was sitting on the chair obediently, as cautiously as if he were a guest.

After eating, Jiang Jiliu was about to go into the bedroom with Little Bear to share the snacks he had brought.

Unexpectedly, Little Bear stood next to his mother and began to tell his mother what he did at school today, one by one, like a report.

He even went to the bathroom a few times and didn't miss it!

Little Bear's mother seemed to notice that he was a little shocked, and smiled extremely kindly, "Little Bear, this kid is not as well-behaved as you, he is too naughty. As a mother, I have to know everything about him, so I don't As for making him take detours?"

Jiang Jiliu seemed to understand and nodded.

After finally waiting for Little Bear to finish his report, he thought he could finally happily share snacks with him.

Unexpectedly, the little bear's mother came over and said, "Little bear, this is too sweet, you can't eat it, this is too spicy, you can't eat it, this... the date is bad."

Jiang Jiliu looked at the little bear who nodded obediently, and wondered how he poured out the last bag of snacks. How did it fit in?

Moreover, Jiang Jiliu also discovered that Little Bear's bedroom had no door lock, and when they were talking inside, the door had to be half-open, while his mother was sitting on the sofa not far away knitting a sweater.

This atmosphere simply suffocated him.

Finally, the two brothers finally had some private space.

The two of them were crowded in the bathroom, and Xiao

Xiong Hui said with a sullen face: "Brother, it's not a good thing that no one cares about you. You really don't know how lucky you are in the midst of blessings!" Jiang Jiliu patted Xiao Xiong on the shoulder sympathetically, and was about to say something, but outside There was a terrifying sound.

"You two have been in the toilet for too long! Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

After coming out of the toilet, Jiang Jiliu hugged his backpack and ran away.

This place is really unbearable.

Even scarier than his home!

Then he went to another brother's home, Maomao.

Maomao's family lives in the shabbiest urban village.

Jiang Jiliu stood in the small room, a little cramped. After all, this house was really not much bigger than his private bathroom.

Maomao's mother entertained Jiang Jiliu very warmly.

I took out all the delicious food I could find at home.

Jiang Jiliu looked at the things that he usually wouldn't even look at, but were treated as good things by Maomao's mother to entertain people. For the first time, the little child felt a little sad and guilty in his heart.

He felt that he was too immersed in blessings and did not know how to be blessed.

After dinner at Maomao's house, Jiang Jiliu poured out all his snacks and gave them to Maomao.

The two of them were squeezed into a small bed and could only lie on their sides. Jiang Jiliu hardly slept that night.

He suddenly missed the deserted big bed where he could roll around.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Maomao's mother got up and went to work.

Maomao also became sensible and helped her mother pack the things for the stall.

Jiang Jiliu also started working. When it got bright, he and Maomao sat on the roadside, each chewing a hand cake.

Maomao said hesitantly: "Jiliu, don't run away from home. Your mother is not in good health, so she can't take care of you all the time."

At this moment, Jiang Jiliu had already figured it out, and he nodded heavily. Head, stuffed all the remaining hand cakes into his mouth, stood up and patted Maomao on the shoulder.

"I understand!"

After saying that, he picked up his empty backpack and ran home eagerly.

I happened to meet Jiang Jichuan who was just about to go out.

Jiang Jiliu immediately yelled at his brother: "Brother! We are so lucky! We have money and freedom! We have a mother who loves us and a father who loves our mother! If I don't run away from home, I will love you forever!"

Then he gave me another kick.

It's just that this time Jiang Jiliu didn't feel aggrieved, but smiled very happily.

"Ah, by the way! I still have a brother!"

Jiang Jichuan gave him a strange look.

This time I didn't kick him again.

I just thought to myself: Except for my mother, everything in this family is finally abnormal.