Beautiful things are always coveted by wolves and tigers.
Even Fu Wenzhi himself was one of them.
He knew better than anyone how alluring a soul like Tang Wan's was to selfish and wicked people like them.
They are the kind of people who, no matter how many times they have the opportunity to choose, will rush towards Tangwan without hesitation.
She will always be his only choice.
Like a killer lurking in the darkness, he also felt the light of the cold, bright moon.
Tang Wan turned her head and immediately noticed Fu Wenzhi's gaze.
Even now, she's become so used to the feeling of turning around and finding Fu Wenzhi's gaze upon her.
As long as Fu Wenzhi is around, she will always be aware of his gaze.
From feeling uncomfortable at the beginning, I've now gotten used to it.
Yin Zhongzhen tidied up his desk, packed his worn-out schoolbag, and walked out of the house as usual, ready to leave school.
The sentimental Granny Lu was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Yes, yes, not too much...
Being pretty is just your least significant advantage.
In my field of vision, only Tang Wan was colorless; the whiteness was tinged with color by Tang Wan's arrival.
Tang Wan was working on the exam papers she had missed in the past few days, and after finishing them, she felt as if the light behind her eyes had been blocked.
Just then, several lower-grade students suddenly came in through the door. When we saw Tang Wan outside the classroom, our eyes lit up, and we slowly walked over.
The atmosphere outside the room remained unchanged; no one spoke, and it seemed as if there was no air flowing between them.
But how did her lover die, and how did Tang Wan become able to speak? These are questions we have no answers to.
"Tang Wan, aren't you interested in joining the undergraduate student council?"
You are unique, the great painter.
You're not really heartbroken yet.
Did you witness your mother's death?
Yin Zhongzhen knew.
Even a small person can accept it with joy, how can you, a tiny little guy, accept it?
Lu Lin reached out and pressed the bridge of his nose to suppress the negative emotions surging in his heart, and then said, "If we don't guess according to what he said, then there is no possibility at all."
We were just cautiously watching Tang Wan with what we thought was a discreet gaze, observing her unconventionality.
Tang Wan has always been quiet. Her classmates are so curious about her that they can hardly contain their curiosity, but Tang Wan remains silent and unresponsive.
Everyone wants to understand.
But Tang Wan also knew that the so-called forever was a lie.
The Xue family are clearly very, very bad people.
Si Huai lowered his head, reached out, and unconsciously touched his chin. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly said, "Perhaps, Tangtang's ability to speak has nothing to do with your mother?"
For those who care about Tang Wan, what they are more worried about is Tang Wan's psychological trauma.
Just then, Lu Lin suddenly spoke up: "I feel that way too, the next time you hear me call out 'Mom'."
Finally, when the sound completely disappeared, Fu Wenzhi turned off the equipment.
Why do bad people live to be a hundred years old?
Even Ji Helin was amazed by it.
Si Huai subconsciously turned to look at Yin Zhong, his eyes showing no strange emotions.
A very subtle psychological suggestion can make you "able" to speak.
The students in Class 1A, Xiao Shao, were still not used to Tang Wan suddenly taking leave.
Finally, Tang Wan was discharged from the hospital.
That guess is really hard to accept.
She is not old, but she has experienced too much, so she adds the word "seems" to everything, leaving room for interpretation.
Si Enzhi immediately covered her mouth, swallowing the sobs that were coming out of her mouth.
But Lu Lin shook his head again: "It's only been this once, and you only called out that one word."
It's bad if it gets downloaded too early.
It seems that only in this way can I avoid feeling sad because my expectations have been dashed.
I always felt that Tangwan's campus life was similar to Xiaojia's, but your life was less colorful.
At that point, Lu Lin paused, a somber look creeping onto his usually expressionless face: "This is because Tangtang confronted Nana's death directly."
Bad looks like he's only eight years old...
You know that Tangtang had a bad time in the orphanage, you know that you are a good child, and you know that even if you suffered very little, you are still a very good and very bad child.
You need to bloom from suffering; you are not the worst flower.
It's your appearance, and it's your daily habits—such superficial things.
Those present were all children; the older kids were the ones who could listen to those things.
You subconsciously look up and see the eighth-grade senior behind you, his hands resting under the table, his eyes shining brightly in the sunlight, like amber, special, sparkling and sincere.
So the family tried their best to get Tang Wan to speak, but with little success.
Tang Wan's badness did not stem from those hardships.
Yin Zhong: ? ? ?
However, when their eyes met, it marked the end of the day.
"Waaah." Granny Lu collapsed into Grandpa Lu's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Lu Lipo thought it made sense.
Everyone has known each other for more than half a year, and they basically all know that Tang Wan cannot speak because she has a taboo in her heart.
Fu Wenzhi's mind conjured up images of Tang Wan, trying to recreate a fragmented image of her in his heart by recalling those messages.
But isn't that a bit too cruel?
But facing the death of a loved one who has been with you all along is just too devastating.
However, when passing by the Lu family's house, she saw Tang Wan walking out of the house.
What we didn't expect was that Pei Yunzhou was wearing a listening earpiece, and Fu Wenzhi overheard the conversation outside.
Lu Lin didn't entirely agree. To be honest, I couldn't accept Si Huai speaking about his lover in that speculative tone.
My voice isn't quiet at all; it's just like a husky that's always full of energy.
Tang Wan was taken aback when she saw Fu Wenzhi, as if she was somewhat surprised, and then slowly smiled.
That makes sense.
Your eyes instantly reddened, and your previously cold expression changed completely.
Reason told Lu Lin that Si Huai's words were very likely correct, but his emotions subconsciously evaded the question, as if that would be the only way to face the fact that his family was still not settled.
Is Tangtang still little at this age?
He must have truly faced his mother's death, and his mother told him to speak up and hide his true feelings...
It looks a bit like my own shadow.
As Fu Wenzhi listened to our voices and looked at the information on the computer screen, his fingers unconsciously tapped the table.
The minty taste still lingered in Fu Wenzhi's mouth. He pressed the tip of his tongue against his lower jaw and silently added a sentence in his mind.
It seems like they'll never leave.
Hardship can create beautiful flowers.
We have clearly given everything for our motherland, for peace between mountains and seas, and for the hard-won peace, so why have we all become cold, lifeless monuments?
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