Chapter 415

Xie Yanran reacted. Tan Yizhen came in and hurriedly said, "nothing, just thinking about things."

Tan Yizhen came in. She really didn't notice. She didn't even hear the sound of opening the door.

Tan Yizhen asked again, "what do you think?"

What did you think that you didn't even notice the big news she came in?

Xie Yanran pursed her lips and smiled. She didn't speak.

Seeing this, Tan Yizhen didn't intend to continue asking. She sat opposite Xie Yanran, leaned against the wall, held her knees in her hands, and said to Xie Yanran, "Yan Ran, let me tell you the story of my childhood."

Her voice is very light. Maybe she doesn't think those things have a great impact on her.

There seemed to be no brilliance in her eyes. It was lifeless and looked a little depressed.

Xie Yanran saw that Tan Yizhen's face was a little tangled. Maybe she didn't want to say.

And she felt that Tan Yizhen's childhood memories should be bad things, so she didn't want to lift Tan Yizhen's scars, "you don't want to say, you don't have to say..."

Of course, she wants to know what happened when Tan Yi was really young, but she is not stupid. Of course, she can guess that a lot of bad things must have happened that year.

Tan Yizhen ignored what Xie Yanran said. Her eyes looked out of the window and gradually fell into memories.

Twenty years ago, she was born in a very poor family.

Since she began to remember, her mother never loved her, cared about her, and even fell down sometimes without even a word of sympathy.

Her name is Xie 11.

A very simple name.

When she asked why her mother named her "Xie 11", her mother always showed great impatience.

At that time, she comforted herself that her mother must have given her "Xie 11" because in her and her father's heart, she was the first and irreplaceable first.

But later I learned that they named her "Xie 11" because they thought it was too troublesome to name her, so they simply called her 11, simply and easy to remember.

Look, even giving her a name is so careless.

Every time her mother called her "one by one", she knew there was no good.

Because her family was very poor at that time, her mother only gave herself a few grains of rice when eating, and then put them in the corner to let her eat on her stomach like a dog.

I don't know why, she didn't choose to blame her mother. After all, she believed that her mother still loved her biological daughter very much.

But later, her mother's behavior became more and more excessive.

Often drag her hair to make her willing to sweep, wash clothes and do some dirty and tiring work for her. As long as you don't listen to her, it's a severe beating.

I still remember one winter when the stove was burning at home. I don't know what mistake she made. Her mother directly put her hand on the stove, and her hand was immediately burned.

Her father, like an outsider, stood quietly and watched the woman's crazy behavior towards her.

She was their daughter. She was only a few years old at that time. She couldn't figure out how they were so cruel to her!

She didn't know how many times she cried. As long as the woman found out when she cried, it would be another beating.