Chapter 269 Does it hurt?
Song Jingyi turned to face the water, took a deep breath, and said, "Me? I've been living with my grandmother since I was born."
Because his parents are too busy.
Busy with misunderstandings, arguments, and making up.
The grandmother, who initially disagreed with her daughter's marriage to someone far away but had to compromise, felt sorry for the baby in swaddling clothes.
They took him to the south to raise him.
It has been raised for eight years.
“When I was eight years old, the same year you were born, my maternal grandmother passed away, and I returned to my parents’ home in Beijing.”
He was originally the eldest son of the Song family in Beijing, but no one had ever seen him.
He thought he could finally live a good life with his parents.
But his arrival seemed to have no effect on those two people.
My father is either working or trying to make his wife happy.
My mother was in postpartum confinement, and she was constantly in tears, her mind filled with thoughts of her newborn daughter whom she had never met.
Song Jingyi knew he had a half-sister, but he felt no affection for the child.
“The child was taken back to the Song family. On the same day, I was sent to a Russian mercenary base, where an old friend of Song Shuchen was. He told the friend to train me well so that I could take over the family business in the future.”
Song Jingyi spoke casually, as if he were talking about someone else, and only after he finished did he turn to look at his sister.
As a result, he panicked instantly.
She remained silent, her lips pursed, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.
Having experienced countless grand occasions, Song Jingyi was suddenly at a loss for what to do.
He stood up, bent down to look at her, and said with unprecedented anxiety, "Little Fish, Little Fish, don't cry."
He reached out his hand, but when it was a few centimeters from her face, he pulled it back.
He wanted to wipe away her tears, but dared not touch her rashly.
Yan Buyu thought he was miserable enough.
But there were people even worse off than her.
She met her mother when she was six years old, and returned to the Shen family when she was eight, where she began to live a good life.
However, despite his young age, Song Jingyi had never spent a single day with his parents.
An eight-year-old child was sent to a mercenary base.
Is this something a human being could do?
No wonder he and Acheng didn't take the encounter with the poisonous snake seriously at all that day.
Movies and TV series are based on true events, and the real lives of mercenaries are even more thrilling than what is shown on screen.
Eight years old, eight years old!
It's a miracle he survived.
The more I think about it, the more heartbroken I become, even when I remain silent.
"Don't say a word! Don't say a word!" Shen Yunqi on the phone guessed that his sister was crying. "If you cry any more, your eyes will be swollen and you won't be able to go to school tomorrow."
He was pacing anxiously on the other end of the phone, wishing he could teleport back to Beijing in an instant.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yan Buyu couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Waaah... Brother, Jingyi is so pitiful, waaaah... I have you and Mom, but he has no one, and he still has to go to such a dangerous place, waaaah..."
Yan Buyu cried so hard she could barely breathe. She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her chin, looked at Song Jingyi, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You have so many injuries, don't they hurt?"
Song Jingyi felt a pang of sadness, and his eyes welled up with tears.
Since my grandmother passed away, no one has asked this question again.
Now, this younger sister, who looks somewhat like her grandmother, actually asked the question.
He finally reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb, his tone a thousand times gentler, "It doesn't hurt, Brother Jingyi is amazing, you're not injured at all."
Yan Buyu stopped crying for a moment, then tried to open her eyes wide.
Song Jingyi leaned forward, his collar slightly open, and she could see the skin on his chest.
Just when her two older brothers thought she had been appeased.
She suddenly raised her voice to cry, "You, you lied to me, I saw it all, such a long scar."
Song Jingyi followed her gaze and realized what she had seen.
Stand up straight immediately.
I deeply regret it; I should have worn a standard collar shirt.
The girl was crying her eyes out, and Song Jingyi was at a loss.
"Don't speak." Hearing his younger sister's cries, Shen Yanzhou quickly came over, hugged her, and gently stroked her head. "Alright, alright, don't cry. Tell your older brother what happened."
He thought that Song Jingyi's words about taking her away had put her in a difficult position.
As a result, the younger sister looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and said, "Big brother, Jingyi had a really tough childhood, even tougher than mine."
Shen Yanzhou looked at Song Jingyi.
The heartache on the latter's face was no longer concealed.
"Don't cry, it's all in the past. If you keep crying like this, Jingyi won't feel good either. What Aunt Lan and Dad said today wasn't just polite talk. From now on, we'll really treat Jingyi as family. Let's not cry anymore, okay?"
The elder brother's words carried a magical power.
Yan Buyu stopped crying.
She took the handkerchief her older brother handed her and turned to the side to carefully wipe away her tears.
My brother is right, she was too impulsive.
He was crying so hard, Jingyi must have felt terrible inside.
Clutching the handkerchief in her hand, she stood up and looked at Song Jingyi. "Brother Jingyi, my family is all very good. No one is lying. From now on, we are all family, and we will all be well."
The girl's eyes were swollen, her nose was red, and her voice was hoarse from crying.
It felt as if his heart was being slashed open by a Swiss Army knife.
Why tell a child these things? Just make up a story. It made Xiaoyu cry for no reason.
His sister is still waiting for his reply.
Song Jingyi smiled easily, "Okay, then you'll have to cook for one more person from now on. I'll be coming over to bother you often. Alright, go home with your older brother. It's cold, take a hot bath and go to sleep. Be careful not to catch a cold after crying."
He waved casually and turned to leave.
"Um," Yan Buyu took a small step forward, and seeing him turn around, she said, "Brother Jingyi, can I treat you to a meal sometime? I know a few really good restaurants."
“Alright, I haven’t really gone out much since I came to Beijing. You can contact me anytime,” Song Jingyi added, worried that she might be too stubborn. “You can contact me even if you don’t invite me to dinner.”
The black car drove away.
Yan Buyu gritted her teeth and held back her tears; she had wanted to cry too after hearing what he had just said.
Although his father was from Beijing, he had never lived in Beijing.
He certainly doesn't know where there are lots of good food and fun places in Beijing.
Shen Yanzhou patted his sister's head and said, "Jingyi has had a tough time. We should invite him to more events in the future. Over time, he will feel the warmth of our friendship."
Just like I was back then.
I felt the warmth of family from my younger sister.
Song Jingyi will definitely do it too.
"I understand, brother. Compared to him, I'm much happier." Yan Buyu suddenly felt a chill. "Brother, let's go home."
"Hey!!!! I'm still here! Take me back!!!" Shen Yunqi roared.
Only his wounded world was achieved.
He swore that if he couldn't find that esports player by tomorrow, he would go home!
"Brother, brother, I'm sorry," Yan Buyu ran over and picked up his phone. "I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't be angry. I'll treat you to dinner when you come back."
Song Jingyi sat in the car, looking lost in thought.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his thumb, which seemed to still retain the warmth of his sister's tears.
“Amo.”
"Brother Yi".
“Acheng just took a picture from the tree. Have him send the photo over, and then have him drive around the Fifth Ring Road of Beijing. You follow him in your car.”
"Yes, Brother Yi."
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