Chapter 2

Chapter 2

But where is there really quiet? It's just inside. Several girls disturbed Zhang Shiya's silence when they cursed her.

"I really think of myself as a goddess, which is less than one-tenth of our Feifei. It's just that there are a few broken money at home. Why do you replace your goddess!"

"Bah! She just doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth. Feifei, let's find a chance to kill her!"

"Huh! Why does she ignore Brother Chengbin? Brother Chengbin is so perfect. Faye Wong is both distressed and resentful.

Although she has long been used to listening to these words, Zhang Shiya's heart is still faintly painful. She has a deeper taste of not being liked than the ordinary human body... She is half pessimistic and half optimistic. After being sad, she still doesn't have to care about it. Why does she affect her quietness because of others? However, she finally understood why Wang Feifei always looked at herself with resentment, but it was not her fault. Beauty brought glory and always carried worries.

Unconsciously, I walked to the door of my house. Take out the key, open the door, change your shoes, walk upstairs, open your parents' house, look at your mother's photos, then go back to your room, go to the balcony and watch a pot of lilies crying. This is the beginning of Zhang Shiya's night life. Shiya lost her biological mother last year just because of her waywardness.

"Zhang Weixiong, I have been with you for 20 years. From your self-made to today's rich side, I have suffered so much, but you hit me for a little secretary!"

"Look at the appearance of the shrew. How much money I give you a month? You are not satisfied. You don't understand me now. Divorce!"

"Zhang Weixiong, you want to divorce me! You..."

I don't know how many times Zhang Shiya has heard such a quarrel. What Zhang Shiya hears the most is the word divorce. From the beginning, she was afraid to hear it.

Today's numbness. Perhaps, Zhang Shiya is a heart made of ice. What she needs is someone who can warm her, but for so long, there is still no such person. She seems to have been looking forward to a warmth...

The sound of quarreling is getting louder and louder, accompanied by the sound of broken porcelain. Zhang Shiya looked at her parents from the stairs. This kind of family chaos has already made her linger on the verge of collapse. Her parents still don't look like their parents. It's just two actors. Zhang Shiya is watching a quarrel. Sometimes, she hopes that her parents will stop quarreling for her, but the effort is in vain. Sometimes, she really hopes that they can divorce and at least be quiet.

"You guys get a divorce."

Without any expression or superfluous words, Zhang Shiya's words made her parents stop arguing. Then, she ran out of the house and ran wildly, as if to leave everything behind and pursue the peace she wanted, as if to pursue the warmth she wanted.

I don't know how long she ran. Zhang Shiya was so tired that she was paralyzed on the road. She sat on the road, regardless of the traffic of vehicles, the eyes of passers-by, and her little cleanliness, tears slowly flowed down, and then the tears of the dike bursting constantly. Tired of crying, I still sat like that.

Zhang Shiya didn't go back very late. Her mother died in a car accident on the way to find her. When she saw her mother's body, she did not cry, but quietly hugged her mother. She wanted to give her mother warmth with her own body temperature. Her mother was too cold. Her mother left, and Shiya left only a pot of her mother's favorite lilies beside her. After that, Zhang Shiya looked at the lilies and cried every day. Because Zhang Shiya likes to be quiet, Zhang Weixiong sent away all the servants, and she is busy with her work, so Zhang Shiya almost lives alone in the villa.