Xu Lin suddenly smiled, revealing his big white teeth: "I came to Ancheng to study. Why, old classmate, are you not welcome?"
Yan Cuo gritted his teeth and prepared to leave without saying anything. He heard his voice calling from behind: "I have an umbrella here, use it for you."
Yan Cuo shook his head, shielded his head with his hands, and ran into the rain.
Xu Lin seemed a little embarrassed. He looked at the people around him and smiled: "This is my elementary school classmate. It's been so long since we've seen each other, so he might look unfamiliar to me."
The classmates all smiled, didn't take it seriously, and continued chatting with him.
Xu Lin transferred here directly thanks to his family connections. Originally, this strict school did not accept transfer students, but because of his strong connections, he was able to get in.
Several classmates knew this and were trying to please him, their words full of flattery.
Xu Lin also enjoyed this feeling. He was nice to people and had a good temper, and soon gained several followers.
Yan Cuo ran all the way back to the classroom, still feeling a little nervous.
That person hasn't appeared for many years. I almost thought I could get rid of the unbearable past, but his appearance told me vividly: Your past was so unbearable, and my appearance is to remind you.
Yan Cuo's heart could no longer be calm, and he couldn't help but think about the past.
About two hundred miles away from Ancheng, there is a place that seems to be out of touch with the city. It does not have the intrigues and deceit of the city, nor the hustle and bustle of the city. It has a nice name, Yuncheng.
This is where Yancuo grew up, and where he lived with his grandmother for a long time.
Since she was very young, Yancuo has been a special person here because her parents are not around and she is only taken care of by her grandmother.
Children are always very curious, and they always ask their questions in a less than tactful way, "Yancuo, where are your parents? Why are they not here? Are you an orphan?"
At first, Yancuo would explain to them very seriously, "My parents are both working outside and can't come back to see me often, but they both love me."
The children were skeptical at first, but later, for a long time, no third person appeared in Yancuo's family. Then, some false rumors began to spread in this small village, such as that Yancuo was an orphan and her parents didn't want her, or that her parents left her because she was disobedient.
What’s more, it was said that her parents were dead.
One summer when she was eight years old, Yan Cuo had her first fight with someone. The most mischievous boy in the village was making up stories about her family at the entrance of the village.
He was clearly still a child, but the words he said were so harsh. Yan Cuo felt her anger growing stronger and stronger. She rushed forward without caring about anything and pushed the boy away.
The boy was frightened and dazed, but he quickly got up and started to wrestle with Yan Cuo.
Yan Cuo was small and weak, and was always at a disadvantage. The opponent's punches landed on her body one after another, but she didn't feel any pain.
She kept holding on to the boy tightly, refusing to let go. Even after he dragged her a long way, she still refused to let go.
The boy was frightened and burst into tears. His crying attracted many adults, and they all came forward to try to separate them, but Yan Cuo held on tightly and refused to let go, his eyes red.
Grandma came from a long distance, and when she saw this scene, she immediately hugged Yancuo in her arms.
"Yanyan, grandma is here, Yanyan is not afraid."
Yan Cuo kept biting her lips until they started bleeding. Her grandmother hurried to wipe their blood, but she turned her head away stubbornly and looked at her grandmother.
"Grandma, I'm not unwanted, am I?"
The old woman burst into tears and hugged her tightly: "Our Yanyan is wanted by someone. Grandma will love you forever."
Yancuo lay quietly in his grandmother's arms and didn't speak again.
From then on, Yancuo knew that he was different from other children and that he only had his grandmother.
As for my parents, I didn’t dare to think about them before, and I won’t think about them anymore in the future.
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