Chapter 7: No word soft

They are the remains of the mother, a violin, and a butterfly brooch.
Her mother, Jing Ruyue, used to be a violinist at home and abroad. Later she gave up music and turned to the entertainment circle to fulfill Xu Jinshan’s director’s dream.
But after all, she did not think that Xu Jinshan after marriage was a terrible man, because the butterfly brooch of unknown origin caused the marital relationship of their husband and wife to break down, which was also the initial cause of domestic violence.
Xu Jinshan always believes that she has the same relationship with the man who sent her brooch. Every time the domestic violence is to ask who the man who sent the brooch is, but Jing Ruyue would rather be beaten than to say the identity of the other party.
Jing Ruyue is dead, and the butterfly brooch is in his hand. This is also the place where Xu Xiyan has been curious. Who sent the butterfly brooch?
Who is the mother who is going to protect her life?
Packing things up, Xu Xiyan carrying the suitcase downstairs, Xu Jinshan and Su Rui are not there, only Xu Xinrou greeted, "Why, why are you so stubborn? You know that to give Dad a soft, he will forgive you!"
"Sorry, in my dictionary, there is no word for soft!" Xu Xiyan kept on foot.
"Do you really want to go?"
"Isn't this what you have been expecting?!" Xu Xiyan's eyes are ironic.
"..." Xu Xinxin's heart is "squeaky", some guilty.
Xu Xiyan resolutely walked out of the Xu family's door, no nostalgia, his back is determined and proud, this is the most correct and most versatile choice she has made in 12 years!
Instead of waiting to be swept out of the house, it is better to walk out the door with your head high.
After Xujia Garden, Xu Xiyan heard someone calling her and turned to look at her grandfather.
The old man took a four-legged crutches and walked towards her with a sly smile. "Speaking, after school?"
"Yes, Grandpa!" Xu Xiyan smiled at Grandpa. At Xu's home, Xu Laozi may be the only one who really loves her.
It is a pity that the elderly are old, old-fashioned, and suffering from Alzheimer's disease. There is no way to ask Xu's family and things, and there is no way to maintain her as usual.
"Oh, my family's words are growing taller! Let's go to junior high school next year!" The old man touched Xu Xiyan's head and said the same thing every time. In his memory, Xu Xiyan was still a small pupil.
"Yeah grandfather, next year's junior high school, the words are very busy, you can't come to see you often!" When Xu Xiyan said this, he only felt that his nose was sore and his tears could not help but fall.
I left Xu today, she will not come back again, can I see my grandfather again in my lifetime?
Just hope, this is not the last one.
"Learning is important, Grandpa can't help you any more! Here is a little pocket money, Grandpa gives you a sly! Take it and buy something delicious!" The old man put a roll of money into her palm.
Xu Xiyan looked down at the piecemeal banknotes in his hand, one piece, five pieces, ten pieces, the largest one is a fifty piece, and there are probably more than one hundred pieces, all of which are accumulated by the old people.
Holding the money, Xu Xiyan felt an indescribable heavy weight. She endured sadness and tears, hugged the old man, and told him, "Grandpa, you must live a long life, and wait for words to come out in the future. I will definitely pick you up!"
"Good, Grandpa is waiting!" The old man listened very happy, and the old wrinkles stretched out.
After saying goodbye to the old man, Xu Xiyan left the Xu family and went out to the Xu family. Xu Xiyan had planned the next step...
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