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"Although Young Master Li lived in a prominent family since he was born, he didn't live well"
When Shen Zhichu heard the old housekeeper say this, she just pulled the corner of her lips lightly, it was not obvious, and she couldn't see this subtle movement from the side.
Li Jingshen's life is not good, but his life is much worse than him. He can live without worrying about food and clothing since he was born, and he is born superior. Is it really bad?
????就拿白邱璟来说，从小被抱错换到了厉家，成为佣人的孩子，每天挨揍训练，在刀口上舔血，必要的时候，还要代替雇主去死。
The old butler didn't notice Shen Zhichu's strange emotions, and continued: "His parents have left since he was a child, and the situation of the Li family is no different from that of ordinary families. He has been in a dangerous place for a long time, has a sensitive temper, has no sense of security, and lacks love. Maybe you can't accept the memory of doing something sorry to you, but I believe that the young master still has deep feelings for you, after all, you are the first woman he brought back. "
Lack of love, this is not the first time she has heard this word, Zhao Qian also said the same thing, persuading her to forgive Li Jingshen, saying that Li Jingshen does not understand love.
Where is the courage to use lack of love as an excuse to hurt others?
After all the calculations, the perpetrator is innocent and the victim is guilty.
Thinking about it, Shen Zhichu couldn't help but said bitterly: "A person in his thirties still lacks love, why don't he recognize me as his mother and I will love him well?"
As soon as these words came out, the old butler was stunned. He really didn't expect such a gentle girl in front of him, who was so polite just now, to suddenly become so sharp-tongued.
The sarcasm on Shen Zhichu's face burst out undisguised, and a cold light burst out from his beautiful eyes, as cold as a knife.
The old butler was speechless for a moment, sensitively feeling that the few words he said offended her, but he didn't say anything? Getting angry with just a few homely words, it is obvious that Shen Zhichu is not angry with words, but with people.
Shen Zhichu was dissatisfied with Li Jingshen.
At this time, Li Jingshen also came out of the bathroom. What a coincidence, as soon as he came out, he heard Shen Zhichu's words that a mother must recognize her son.
The awkward atmosphere was broken by Li Jingshen, the old butler changed the subject, saw Li Jingshen's pale face, and asked worriedly.
"Young Master Li, is it okay for you to look so pale?"
Li Jingshen said with a bloodless face: "It's okay, it's just that it's cold and I have a cold."
The old housekeeper was a little worried: "Then I just asked the kitchen to boil ginger soup for you to drink later. It should be better if you get a good night's sleep. The temperature in J City has dropped rapidly recently. It's cold. Call the doctor."
"I see, sorry to trouble you, Uncle He."
Compared with the rest of the Li family, the old housekeeper is more like a relative of Li Jingshen.
Li Jingshen did many rebellious things, fighting with his own brothers, fighting overtly and secretly, his head was broken and bloody, and old man Li was so angry that he vomited blood.
It is a common thing to be hand-banged, punished to stand, kneel on the bench, and locked in a small black room without food.
Only the old housekeeper would take care of him, secretly accompany him and talk to him, send him bread when he was locked up in a small dark room and had no food to eat, and teach him the principles of life after his parents died. Let him not become a gangster, and often tell him about his parents.
"No trouble, it should be done." The old butler went to the kitchen again with a cane. He was really worried, and after leaving, he secretly asked the helper to watch, so as not to quarrel between the two.
Li Jingshen and Shen Zhichu didn't quarrel, one had a cold face and the other was expressionless. Li Jingshen patted the non-existent dust on his thigh, and sat on the sofa opposite Shen Zhichu.
The cough just now made his chest ache. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of hot tea, which slightly relieved the dull pain.
The pain of lung cancer is not better than that of stomach cancer. It is also painful enough to vomit blood. In the advanced stage of lung cancer, even breathing is a kind of torture. The chest is swollen, as if it is supported by a balloon, as if a sharp needle is inserted into it. There will be an explosion of flesh and blood.
Li Jingshen is a person who is used to enduring pain, even if the pain inside is riddled with holes, he still keeps silent, and said to Shen Zhichu without changing his face: "I heard you say you want to be my mother as soon as I came out."
Shen Zhichu was dumb for a while, and said quietly for a while: "Who made these people say that you lack love."
"I don't lack love." There was once a man who loved him like his life. He loved him for four full years and filled up the years when there was no love in his life. He really didn't lack love. Hurt the person who loves him the most.
Shen Zhichu calmly met Li Jingshen's eyes, followed herLi Jingshen understood that he thought he would slap her when he got angry, but he didn't expect that he didn't care at all, and even took her words as a joke.
Shen Zhichu suddenly felt bored and unmotivated, she got up to leave, looked upstairs, then outside, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked outside.
Arriving at the door, a huge force struck behind him, Shen Zhichu was pulled back, and his back slammed into an embrace.
"Where are you going?"
"Go out to get some air." Shen Zhichu twitched his hand and didn't take it away, his face collapsed immediately, "Let go."
"It's cold outside, don't go out, I'll take you upstairs." Li Jingshen pulled Shen Zhichu and led him to the third floor in the elevator.
Li Jingshen turned his head and glanced at Shen Zhichu's blue face: "Why are you so angry? I didn't even get angry when you said you were my mother."
Shen Zhichu didn't say a word, and let Li Jingshen lead her into a room.
"You will stay here tonight, take a good rest, and I will take you to a place tomorrow."
Shen Zhichu asked: "When will you return to Rongcheng?"
"After you and I went to the place I mentioned, we will return to Rongcheng."
Not only did he go back to Rongcheng, he also planned to let her go.
Li Jingshen's eyes suddenly became dark and bitter, which made people very puzzled, he let go of her hand.
The room was reserved for Shen Zhichu. This is the room where Li Jingshen slept before. The decoration was decorated according to his preferences. The cool color is grayish, and the light here is also dark. It is obviously daytime, but the light inside seems to have arrived. dusk.
After Li Jingshen went out, Shen Zhichu went over and opened all the curtains, but the light was not so good.
She glanced around, the room is big, has everything, and is connected to the study.
The place is obviously cleaned every day, there is no dust, and the books on the bookshelf are a bit old, and it seems that they have been placed for a long time.
His eyes scanned every place carefully, the floor, bookshelves, cabinets, desks, bedseverywhere here, faintly revealed traces of Li Jingshen's life here.
She saw a photo album on the bookshelf, took it down and opened it, and most of it was Li Jingshen's photos, and the age was written under the photos, from the full moon to the seventh birthday, and then it was blank.
Li Jingshen was really good-looking since he was a child, he looked like a delicate ceramic doll, his eyes at that time were not as dangerous as they are now, they were a little innocent, and his eyes were like black grapes.
In the photo, Li Jingshen is playing with building blocks, doing homework alone, painting alone, and playing Lego alone. He is very serious and lonely.
Li Jingshen obviously doesn't like to take pictures, he never looks at the camera, and he doesn't like to smile very much.
The older he got, the more rigid the expression on his face became. When he was seven years old, he wanted a piece of wood, and the light in his eyes disappeared.
At the age of seven, Li Jingshen lost his parents.
Shen Zhichu put the photo album back to its original place, walked to the bed and sat down. In the corner next to the wall at the head of the bed, there was a stick figure of a couple holding a child's back. Childish and vague, but Shen Zhichu still recognized it.
——Mom and Dad, Ah Shen misses you so much.
There are obvious signs of mold erosion on the floor where the wall is vertical. If the floor is kept in a wet state for a long time, it will become moldy if it is not managed for a long time.
Shen Zhichu looked at the moldy spot and was a little lost. What appeared in his mind was the picture of a seven or eight-year-old child curled up in a corner, weeping and sobbing silently.
Shen Zhichu closed her eyes and shook off the pictures in her mind. She opened her bag and took out her mobile phone. The mobile phone was still not connected to the Internet, so she could only check the time.
After hesitating for a while, Shen Zhichu turned on the internet, maybe because there were too many messages, the phone couldn't respond for a while, and there was a freeze.
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