My filter is broken. How could the girl I've always followed be such a person? I even feel sorry for her past experiences.

【Unfollowed, unfollowed. 】

I really think the people in that neighborhood are pretty good-tempered. They endured that kind of noise every day, yet they still saved her when she was in danger.

[These people haven't experienced the harshness of society. If they had met someone like the one who killed the family upstairs because of a quarrel a while ago, she would have behaved herself.]

Only after she was truly hurt did her apology take on a certain authenticity: "I will go to their house tomorrow to apologize, and I will also adjust the time of the live broadcast to ensure that I don't disturb others."

Su Yan shook her head: "Not enough, the way of thinking of people after death will be relatively simple to a large extent.

Their only wish is for you to leave, and if you don’t, they’ll keep haunting you.”

Zhu Jinyu nodded: "I understand. I will go find a house tomorrow and try to leave as quickly as possible."

I thought that since they knew I was leaving, they would not come to see me again, but I didn't expect that the knock on the door would sound again that night.

This time, Zhu Jinyu didn't wait. She opened the door and looked at the empty space. "I'm sorry, both of you. I promise I'll leave within three days."

After hearing her promise, the door rang three times again, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded behind her: "You'd better do what you say."

After being threatened, human potential is unlimited. Zhu Jinyu found a new place in just one morning.

When Zhu Jinyu saw the open celebration in the group, she realized how annoying she had been this year.

After this incident, the popularity of her live broadcast room was greatly affected, but this was her own mistake and she had to bear the consequences herself.

After Zhu Jinyu left, Su Yan did not delay and directly connected to the next person.

To the surprise of the audience in the live broadcast room, the new connector was also a handsome boy.

Being able to see beautiful women and listen to stories is the most wonderful thing for them.

When some people were wondering if such a handsome man had a girlfriend, the man's words broke their fantasy: "Master, I want you to help me find someone."

From his gentle expression, everyone could guess that he was definitely looking for his sweetheart.

But there are also some people who disagree with his approach. If he really wants to find someone he likes, wouldn’t it disturb other people’s privacy to rescue them in the live broadcast room without their consent?

Amidst the suspicious gazes of some people, Yu Junzhe showed no sign of guilt. He looked at Su Yan expectantly, "Master, I really want to meet him."

Su Yan saw that he had no marriage thread and slowly said, "As long as your information is accurate enough, the possibility of finding one is very high."

Yu Junzhe’s smile grew even wider, he took out a stick figure from his pocket and pointed at the people on it: “They are the ones I’m looking for.

These were my best playmates when I was little. They were twins and looked very similar.”

This painting is obviously very old. Maybe the brush used was not good, and some parts have faded.

Even so, Su Yan's eyes darkened. If she was not mistaken, the two people in the painting were not simple people.

It’s just that the person who asked for help was able to grow up smoothly, so I guess they didn’t hurt Yu Junzhe, but helped him a lot instead.

Some people who had been hiding their thoughts in the live broadcast room became active again, looking for two people at once. They must be just good playmates.

Yu Junzhe stared at the indistinct painting, lost in happy yet painful memories: "When my biological father was young, he had a good mouth and was especially good at coaxing girls. My simple mother was deceived by his sweet words and married him despite her family's opposition.

After tricking the girl into falling for him, the man's true nature was exposed. His usual gentleness disappeared in an instant. He not only drank heavily, but also often beat and scolded her.

My grandmother also had a bad temper. She saw that my biological father didn't like my mother and didn't pay attention to her, so she sometimes took her out on her.

I heard from my former neighbors that when my mother was pregnant with me, she had to take care of the whole family and couldn’t even eat any meat.

After a long period of torture, my confused mother finally woke up. She coaxed my biological father into going home to visit relatives and said that she would lend some money to the family for my biological father's business.

My biological father was attracted by the blueprint she built, so he bought her a new dress and paid for her transportation back home.

After she left, my mother never came back.

My biological father and grandmother also went to look for her, but they did not get a marriage certificate or hold a wedding banquet. Apart from me, no one could prove that they had a relationship.

My mother hated the biological father for hurting her own child so much that she beat him up when no one was around.

The cowardly man was frightened by the beating and never went to see her again.

After my mother passed away, the responsibility of taking care of me fell on my biological father, but he was not a responsible person, so he left me to be raised by my grandparents.

Maybe it was because my mother’s departure made my grandparents feel ashamed, and they treated me badly.

Although I don’t have many memories now, I know that I didn’t seem to be loved when I was a child.

I ate their leftovers, wore clothes that others didn't want, and learned to do housework at a young age.

Even though I am very capable, I still cannot satisfy them and I am still their punching bag.

At first, I would run out to ask the neighbors for help, but I found that every time someone came to their house to persuade them, the beatings and scolding I received became more severe.

Unwilling to give up, I thought of my irresponsible biological father again, and while my grandfather wasn't paying attention, I wrote down his number from the phone book.

I thought this number could save me from the abyss, but unexpectedly he told me not to contact him again.

When I hung up the phone, I heard a woman talking and a child crying on the other end.

All this indicates that he already has a new family.

By this time, I realized that there was no one in this world I could rely on.

Just when I thought I was going to die alone, two beams of light shone into my world.

The turning point happened when I was five years old. I remember it very clearly. That day I carelessly broke a bottle of wine of my grandfather, and he pressed me against the broken glass.

Maybe it was too painful. Until now, my knees still have the marks of the original pain, and they will hurt excruciatingly when it rains.

Just when I was in great pain, salvation appeared and I met two friends who were very good to me.

When I first met them, I felt that we were from different worlds.

They were wearing clean, gorgeous clothes, and their faces were clean and fair, and it was obvious that they were well taken care of by their families.

While I was secretly envious of them, they took the initiative to extend their hands of friendship to me.