Chapter 4793

Unconsciously, an Chengya's voice was a little hoarse. Looking at tranquil eyes, he was filled with joy.

An Chengya touched the top of Anning's hair and looked pleased: "Anning has grown up."

Not the appearance of growing up, but the heart, overnight, reborn, from an ignorant little girl to a clever, sensible and reasonable big girl.

An Chengya's eyes were full of joy, and the relief that the stone finally fell to the ground. He looked at peace and his heart was sour.

Annie holds an Chengya's hand.

An Chengya's hands are big and warm. Peaceful hands are like a small cat's paw, which is held in the palm of an Chengya's hand as a rare treasure.

Anning bowed her head and rubbed in the palm of an Chengya's hand. Her voice was soft and attached, "Dad, you've worked hard."

Anning didn't say why it was hard, but an Chengya knew.

The father and daughter who had been divided for many years because of Heming's death finally reached a reconciliation at this moment.

Anning returned to school again on Monday.

Anning is the classroom where I stepped in. As soon as I came in, I remembered the bell.

Anning took out her textbook and began to endorse it.

I don't know how long later, Anning felt that her back had been poked. Anning looked up and saw a boy looking at her timidly under the leadership of the monitor, just like a frightened rabbit. Her eyes turned red because of her gaze. She lowered her head, stemmed her voice and cried with her, "Anning, I'm sorry."

An unknown person suddenly cried and apologized to himself. Anning looked confused: "...."

Tranquility subconsciously looked at the monitor.

The monitor coughed and explained, "he is the one who hit you with a basketball that day."

Anning suddenly realized why the boy apologized to himself.

Obviously, the boy didn't sleep well during this period. There was an obvious black under his eyes. He looked at Anning with a worried face. Because Anning didn't respond to his apology at the first time, the man's eyes quickly accumulated tears, blinked, and two lines of clear tears crossed his cheeks.

The other party burst into tears and was unprepared.

In Anning's opinion, it's normal to hit someone when she misses. Besides, she doesn't mean to investigate.

I really don't think so. Just say sorry to her, but I didn't expect that when the person who smashed became her, it would become a more terrible thing than a disaster film in the eyes of others.

Anning knows that it is because of her identity that the other party is afraid of taking the opportunity to deal with him, but this is really a prejudice against the rich. The rich do not look down on you because you have no money, nor will they criticize you or even do some excessive things because of your little mistakes.

However, even if she said these words, the other party would not believe them. Anning simply wouldn't say them.

It's just such an apology. It's really like moral kidnapping.

Anning sighed in her heart and said what the boy wanted to hear: "it doesn't matter. You didn't mean it."

When he was forgiven by Anning, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to Anning with a very humble attitude, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and ran out of the classroom with his head down.

After seeing Anning's conversation with boys, the students who were endorsing looked at Anning with a touch of Anning's most familiar disgust.

Just as Anning is a heinous villain, forcing an innocent person to grovel and apologize to her.

The eyes, like venom, penetrated into the peaceful pores along the air, spread into the peaceful blood, wrapped with overwhelming malice, poured into the heart and spread all over the body.

Like being suddenly thrown into ice water full of ice, peace is cold all over.

Obviously she didn't do anything, but everyone thought she was aggressive.

Why is the world always so superficial? Obviously she didn't say anything, but because her family has money, she wantonly speculates that she is a person with bad temper who will repay everything. Can money never be equated with kindness?

Tranquility hung her eyes, and her eyelashes were thick and dense, like a small brush. A shallow shadow appeared on her cheeks, making her eyes more and more lonely.

After the morning reading, everyone went to the canteen for breakfast.

Mo Mo, who used to greet Anning, just looked at Anning and left with others.

Anning refuses Wu Heng's invitation to breakfast and lies on the table in a daze.

The weather is getting colder day by day. The previously green treetops have been dyed light yellow by the autumn wind. A gust of wind blows, and the leaves leave the treetops, sway in the air and fall to the ground.

Peace is not a good mood. It's as low as falling leaves.

Obviously, it's not her fault. Obviously, the victim is her, but because she is rich, it becomes her fault.

Everyone is hoarsely emphasizing that everyone is equal, but the world has never been truly equal. In the past, the poor were always bullied by the rich. Now the rich are labeled because they are too rich. Even if you are kind, soft and easy to talk, you will become a bullying bastard in other eyes.

"Here you are."

Suddenly, a voice came over her head. Anning turned her head and bumped into Jiang Chengyang's dark eyes. Jiang Chengyang's pupils were as kind as washed black gemstones. There were colors that Anning couldn't understand. Jiang Chengyang saw a bag of bread and a bottle of milk in his hand.

Jiang Chengyang is bathed in the sun. His fingers are thin and healthy pink in the sun. His fingernails are trimmed neatly and healthy red. The milk and bread in his hands are like a touch of sunshine sprinkled from the cloudy air, which is projected on the body of tranquility, bringing tranquility out of depression, adding a trace of warmth to his originally gloomy mood.

Anning didn't reach for it. She just asked Jiang Chengyang, "why?"

Everyone can't avoid her. Why buy her breakfast.

Anning's head is slightly tilted, her hair slides down her cheeks with the action of tilted head, and her eyes are wet, like a small animal abandoned by people but strong and strong with teeth. It's very poor.

"You are not well." Jiang Chengyang learned from Anning's action of putting snacks, put milk and bread on Anning's table, tore open his share of bread and took a bite: "besides, you're right."

So you shouldn't suffer from these prejudices.

In the last sentence, Jiang Chengyang's voice was very light, but it was like a wisp of spring breeze, blowing down the hearts of tranquility and self doubt because of the disgust of the students.

Those who doubt themselves because others are disgusted with this sentence slowly open brilliant flowers.

Jiang Chengyang didn't say the second half, but Anning clearly knew what he wanted to say.

I thought everyone would look at themselves with colored glasses. Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengyang didn't have peace. The heart tired because of being misunderstood seemed to be injected with a shot of cardiotonic and instantly recovered from the past.