Chapter 278 Sister Fanwai (Salvation of Sister and Brother Love) 4
Shen Yingnuo and Shen Xingman didn't stick together for long, and Shen Xingluo brought Fu Cenwan and Shen Jin (guan) back.

Shen Jin is the son of Shen Xingluo and Lu Lu, one year younger than the two sisters, and just started college this year.

"Why didn't Lu Lu come?"

"She's parking outside, she drove the car today."

Shen Xingman laughed and joked a few words: "It's rare, why did she remember to drive?"

Shen Xingluo smiled helplessly: "She made a new little ornament for the car, and she put it in the middle of the steering wheel. The little ornament still moves when driving. It must be a novelty."

Just as he was talking, Lu Lu walked in.

The whole family sat together, and the children chatted about their recent school life.

Fu Zhiyi and Yu Zhiyun joined the adult's topic, talking about some family matters.

Compared with Shen Yingnuo and Shen Jin's noisy, Fu Cenwan was much more stable.

It didn't take long for the aunt at home to prepare dinner. The whole family sat at the dining table to eat and talk together. The scene was very warm.

But for some reason, Shen Yingnuo suddenly thought of Han Zhouye, and felt a little panicked.

She sighed silently.

Early the next morning, Shen Yingnuo went back to school.

In fact, she didn't have any morning class today, she just wanted to see Han Zhou sooner.

Every day of the week, Han Zhou also had no class, he would go to the studio early and paint for a whole day.

Sure enough, when Shen Yingnuo arrived at the studio in the morning, Han Zhou had already arrived.

Shen Yingnuo was still sitting next to Han Zhouye, picked up the drawing board and began to draw.

I have determined my mind yesterday, and I can act today.

Han Zhou didn't even look at her, and continued to draw his own picture.

Shen Yingnuo looked at Han Zhouye's painting, which was the scene in the orphanage yesterday.

Shen Yingnuo felt as if she had been pulled in her heart.

If Han Zhouye's warm painting is empty, then Han Zhouye's Xiaohei painting is full of emotion.

He vividly expressed Xiao Hei's sense of loneliness and loneliness.

Shen Yingnuo suddenly understood at this moment.

It's not that he lacks emotion, but that he has never felt warmth.

Shen Yingnuo's nose suddenly became sour, and she adjusted her breathing to calm herself down.

She opened the drawing board and tried to draw the image of the protagonist, but found that her hands were dying.

She stood up and left the studio.

Han Zhou also looked at the back of Shen Yingnuo leaving, and stopped the pen in his hand.

Shen Yingnuo returned to the dormitory, she didn't know what happened to her.

When she saw the painting drawn by Han Zhouye, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She suddenly wanted to know Han Zhouye's life experience from childhood to adulthood, but she found that she had no way to know...

A few days after that incident happened, Shen Yingnuo started to get busy again.

She didn't have time to go to the studio to accompany Han Zhou to paint, and Han Zhou didn't send her any messages either.

Until Shen Yingnuo saw Han Zhouye again, he was blocked by a woman at the school gate.

"Xiaoye, mom knew it was her fault for throwing you into the orphanage, but mom already knew she was wrong. You can't watch your brother die just because you blame mom! Xiaoye, save him, mom Please, can you save him?"

The woman was crying while talking, and people slowly began to gather around her.

Han Zhou also watched the woman make trouble from beginning to end, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't say a word.

"Xiao Ye, your younger brother is only 12 years old, can you save him, save him? How about mom kneel down for you?"

The woman pestered endlessly, and Han Zhou also remained silent.

Shen Yingnuo frowned and watched for a long time, and the people around her began to discuss in low voices.

"Isn't this Han Zhou?"

"Yes, yes, he is the man of the year among the freshmen this year!"

"I heard that he is the first professional Jingmei to come in."

"What's the use of being the first professional? I don't know that his mother has done too many heinous things, so that he can't save his younger brother!"

……

Shen Yingnuo couldn't take it anymore, she pushed away the crowd and walked in front of Han Zhouye.

"Give it up, let it go."

Shen Yingnuo glanced at Han Zhouye and stood in front of him.

"Auntie, please stop. You are at the gate of the school. Isn't it good to make trouble like this?"

After Shen Yingnuo finished speaking, she glanced at Han Zhouye.

Han Zhou also frowned, Shen Ying Nora was behind him.

He looked deeply at the woman in front of him.

"I told you, I can't promise you, don't come to my school to make trouble again."

After finishing speaking, Han Zhou also dragged Shen Yingnuo to leave, not paying any attention to the woman behind him making a fuss.

Han Zhou also dragged Shen Yingnuo to keep walking and walked a long way before stopping.

The two walked into the school garden.

Han Zhou also sat on the flower bed and covered his face.

Shen Yingnuo bit her lips lightly, she didn't know how to comfort Han Zhouye.

"Do you think I'm cold-blooded too?"

After Han Zhou finished speaking, he put down his hands covering his face.

He lowered his head, not knowing what he was looking at.

Shen Yingnuo sat next to him and shook her head.

"I don't think there is a reason why you don't want to. You are yourself first, and then her son."

After Shen Yingnuo finished speaking, neither of them made a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Zhou's voice was also a little hoarse.

"That person is my biological mother. She threw me at the gate of the orphanage when I was four years old."

Shen Yingnuo's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, and her heart was full of disbelief.

"A four-year-old can't remember anything, but I still remember the night she told me to leave..."

It was cloudy that day, and the woman put him at the gate of the orphanage and told him to wait for her obediently here, and she would go shopping and be back soon.

Han Zhou was also very good when he was a child, he would do whatever his mother asked him to do, and he would just stand there foolishly waiting for his mother when his mother told him to wait.

He waited and waited.

Wait until the sky suddenly rains.

Han Zhou was still waiting, the rain was hitting him bit by bit, and he had a small hand covering his head.

Or the teacher who came to the orphanage found him and always wanted to tell him to come into the house.

Han Zhou didn't listen at all, and only his mother told him to wait here obediently in his mind.

The teacher held an umbrella and persuaded him for a long time, but he didn't listen. The teacher handed him the umbrella, and he took it.

A tiny person, standing in the rain with an umbrella, waiting for someone who is unlikely to come to pick him up.

So when he heard the dean tell him about children, he thought of himself when he was a child.

It's so similar.

The resemblance is not only the experience, but also the changes after the two of them.

It was also from then on that Han Zhou also became silent.

This incident was like a fishbone, stuck in his heart, and he couldn't let it go until now.

(End of this chapter)

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