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At that moment, Miao Yujia couldn't see anything that she cared about in his eyes.

She suddenly realized...

With Xu Zhi gone, she no longer has the power to threaten Wen Cenjiang.

And it was a big lie from the beginning——

no way.

Wen Cenjiang must not be allowed to know.

Her last bargaining chip.

"Uncle." The sun was half setting in the sky, and the faint afterglow filled the world. The wind outside the hospital was biting, and the boy's white blond hair was blowing like weeds, giving him a messy and handsome look.

Shen Hangchao stood on the steps, using the navigation system to search for nearby restaurants, as if nothing had happened. "I'm hungry. Let's eat something first. What do you want to eat?"

"Isn't today the first day of junior high school?" Wen Cenjiang wiped the glasses he borrowed from Shu Xiangnan and said calmly, "Eat dumplings."

Shen Hangchao paused while holding the phone, looked up at Wen Cenjiang, said nothing, and went to find a dumpling restaurant.

"Okay."

The meal was eaten in silence.

Wen Cenjiang ate slowly, and there were still bruises on the back of his hands.

Shen Hangchao couldn't eat, so he played on his mobile phone. He remembered that Wen Cenjiang never celebrated the New Year, let alone eat dumplings.

The family reunited on New Year's Eve, which was the anniversary of his mother's death.

It’s the bathroom stained with blood, the hands hanging down, and the already cold dumplings scattered on the floor.

She said that was Wen Cenjiang’s favorite food.

But for a long time afterwards, Wen Cenjiang would feel nauseous when she smelled the dumplings.

Shu Xiangnan said it was post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Snapped."

Shen Hangchao put down his chopsticks.

it's dark.

It gets dark early in winter, around four or five o'clock, and the dumpling restaurant doesn't turn on the lights very much, so it looks even darker when you look out the window. Shen Hangchao was playing with his mobile phone boredly, his platinum hair glowing with a faint golden color under the light, and his tone was straightforward: "Uncle, I have no money."

Shen Hangchao and Wen Cenjiang are not much different in age, so they have a good relationship.

His mother was Wen Cenjiang's half-sister, many years older than Wen Cenjiang. After Wen Cenjiang's mother died, she was the one who took care of Wen Cenjiang as he grew up and went to school.

Shen Hangchao didn't have a good relationship with his family, not to mention that his parents were working abroad. He usually came to Wen Cenjiang when he had something to do.

"I just transferred you last month."

"I bought a sports car, a new limited edition model." Shen Hangchao smiled half-heartedly.

"Don't spend money indiscriminately." Wen Cenjiang showed no expression and handed him the bank card.

Shen Hangchao put it in his pocket, "I know." He folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair, tapping one pair of sneakers on the other. His back was thin and unruly. After a while, he said casually: "My dad always gives me the cold shoulder. I still count on you to survive.”

"You have a good life."

"I don't have any money to give you."

Wen Cenjiang stopped dipping the dumplings, his eyes distant and steady: "Just don't cause any trouble to me."

Still hungry, he didn't eat yesterday or today. Shen Hangchao lowered his head and took a few quick bites, and muttered vaguely. The last voice was almost inaudible: "Happy New Year."

Wen Cenjiang nodded: "Do you have any New Year's wishes?"

"No."

"Grow taller." Wen Cenjiang stood up, raised his hand and patted Shen Hangchao's shoulder, then took his wallet to check out.

"I'm 183 this year."

Wen Cenjiang turned around and said in a cold voice: "Don't say bad words and go to school well."

Shen Hangchao shrugged, indifferent, and looked at his back as he went to check out.

This person.

It's so weird sometimes.

Not full, he continued to eat with chopsticks. When Cen Jiang came back after not seeing Wen Jiang for a long time, his heart skipped a beat.