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"I don't want to!" Su Yiheng firmly held onto his fiddle and did not let go.

Su Anran clenched her teeth, and used her strength to snatch the violin from Su Yiheng's hands and hand it over to the staff, "I've caused you trouble."

The staff member shook his head. "This is our responsibility. You should pack up and leave."

"Alright."

Su Anran brought Su Yiheng to the second floor to pack her luggage. Many things were not allowed to be taken away, all they could take away were a few simple clothes.

When they left the Su Family, Su Yiheng was crying heavily, but he did not turn back.

She held Su Yiheng's small hand tightly.

She swore that one day, she would buy this place back with her own power. As for that violin …

Everything will be there.

After leaving the Su Family, Su Anran discovered that the wounds on her body had long since split open.

She had no money left to work on her wounds, so she bought a roll of gauze and simply took care of them in the public lavatory.

She rented a single room in the ghetto. It was small, but it cost six hundred a month.

That was the first time she felt the importance of money, the horror of reality.

Su Yiheng frowned and muttered. "Elder sister, this place stinks, it's so noisy outside, and there's only one bed, how do we sleep!"

Su Anran rubbed the top of his head, endured the pain in his stomach and forced out a smile, "Be good, let's stay here for now and wait for Big Sis to find a job to earn some money, then we'll change places, alright?"

"But …"

Su Anran knew what he wanted to say, and interrupted him with a sullen face, "Could it be that you forgot what father said, what should a man be like?"

Su Yiheng curled his lips and lowered his head, "Daddy said that men should be able to support the heavens, and should not be afraid of the heavens or the earth."

"Then are you a man?"

"Of course!"

"Then we …"

Ah!" The little boy next to him suddenly let out a scream, pointed at the desk not far away and said in fear, "Buggy, what a big bug!

Su Anran was also shocked, she hugged Su Yiheng and shrank towards the corner of the wall.

"Elder sister, I don't want to live here … "There are bugs here, I want father …"

Su Anran's entire body was stiff.

Dad?

Where did they even have a father?

No one knew where this courage came from, but even though Su Anran's face was pale white, she clenched her teeth and walked forward, quickly trampling that bug to death!

She turned around and forced a smile. "Yi Heng, look! There are no more bugs!"

At night, the ruckus outside could still be heard. The couple next door were still quarreling over the water bills.

Su Anran looked at the Su Hengjin beside him who was about to fall asleep, and his tears finally rolled down.

She covered her mouth tightly, afraid of making a sound.

She could not be weak, and she would never be weak.

When she cried, she washed the tears from her face and forced herself to sleep. She still had her brother to take care of and she could not fall down.

At dawn, Su Anran went out to find a job.

When Su Yiheng woke up, he looked at the unfamiliar situation in front of him in a daze.

He called out to his sister for a long time, but no one answered.

Su Yiheng walked out of the door with tears in his eyes. He wanted to return to the place where he grew up.

That villa was his home. His father was still waiting for him at home.

He stumbled back to the villa, the sight before him was something he was familiar with.

When he saw the violin that was piled like trash in front of the door, he happily rushed over and picked up his beloved one.

"Put it down. Whose child is it that doesn't know anything? to come to someone else's house and steal something. "

The current mistress of this house did not like this dirty child who had barged into her house.

Su Yiheng clenched his fist and hugged his violin tightly, unwilling to let go.

The servant at the side quickly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, madam. This is the young master who lived in this villa before."

He turned around, and unceremoniously scolded Su Yiheng: "Get out of here! This place has not been your home for a long time, and you are no longer the young master.

Seeing that he did not speak and did not move, the servant continued to insult him, "Did you hear me? I told you to get out. You really have no manners. Your father is dead, and you're even worse than a beggar.

"My father isn't dead. He must be inside. Let me in. This is my home."

Su Yiheng was exceptionally stubborn. Having received so much love and care, he had never encountered such a situation.

The servant didn't care that this was a child. He stepped forward and mercilessly pushed him to the ground.

"Aiya, don't be so rude. He's only a child." The mistress looked on with interest.

"Little brother, come here. Do you really want this violin?"

She smiled, the viciousness in her eyes undisguised.