Sweetheart From Childhood Chapter 8

John was also confused by this. What was this? Will evil be punished by evil?

Originally, he and Jordan were the protagonists, but now that this happened, no one cares about them anymore.

Cai Mingzhu's father is the president of a group in Jingcheng. He is used to being arrogant and domineering. He is petty and narrow-minded. If you mess with her, it will not be as simple as paying money. If she is determined to get this family out of Jingcheng, she has many ways to make them miserable.

In the police station, after checking the surveillance video and seeing the whole story, John was so angry that his face turned blue. It was that kid who threw a stone and almost hit Jordan in the eye, so he braked suddenly and accidentally fell off the car. This woman even turned the tables and said that Jordan deliberately bumped into him. What a villain.

But now the woman's face looked even uglier than his.

Because the surveillance video clearly showed that it was a marble thrown by his son that hit the car.

The woman had already knelt down, crying out loud, and pulled her child down with her. The five-year-old boy was beaten so hard that he was howling like a ghost.

The woman kept crying: "I was wrong, Miss Cai, Miss Cai, I will beat this disobedient man to death! I will vent your anger! I was wrong! Miss Cai, I can't afford to pay, my whole family is living in this small house, you can't afford to pay me even if you kill me."

Cai Mingzhu sneered the whole time.

The woman finally fainted from crying. She regretted her decision so much that her intestines were in a knot, but it was too late.

Coming out of the police station.

John took Jordan to a small clinic to get some medicine.

"Can you still walk?"

After falling off the bicycle, Jordan's leg was also slightly injured. John frowned and looked at his leg.

Jordan held a plastic bag of vegetables in one hand and said in a low voice, "It should be fine."

John thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you home."

Jordan's face was stunned, and his fingers holding the handle involuntarily clenched, but looking at John's serious expression, he nodded hesitantly.

The dark, slightly curled eyelashes blocked the slightly cold light.

It's already evening.

The stars shine on this road.

The shadows of the street lamps were elongated.

The wind in July is slightly dry.

John's originally irritable heart also calmed down.

He thought for a moment and asked, "You are not working in Linshui now, are you?"

Jordan said "yes" softly.

John breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, that place is a mess, it's not suitable for you to go there."

Jordan hesitated for a while, and seemed to muster up the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time: "You, why did you do that to me..." With his personality, he just couldn't say the last three words.

Under the street light, the boy's delicate and cold facial features looked a little helpless and confused.

John continued: "Why am I so nice to you?"

Jordan's voice was so low that it blended into the wind: "Yeah."

John looked up at the night sky. His hair was soft and floating slowly.

"Maybe...I'm just too kind."

Jordan: "......."

What a different answer.

John felt that he was just too kind. He had spent five good years eating and drinking like a fool. But he had to come to Jingcheng to tear apart the dude and scold the b!tch. He was almost moved by himself.

He scratched his head and said, "I just can't stand seeing others being bullied in front of me, and you just happen to be the one that always happens to me."

Jordan couldn't help but laughed.

But John was immersed in his own world and didn't hear it. He said seriously: "I saved you twice. It can be considered fate. We can barely be considered friends. Don't get me wrong. I treat others the same way."

Jordan smiled: "Okay." He didn't believe it.

The Song family treasures this son so much, how could they bear to let him come to Jingcheng alone.

Lin Shui could be said to be an accident, but John's appearance in Lianyun Street could never be "fate".

John came here for him.

So...why? Speaking of which, he and John had played together when they were young, but that was a memory before the age of five, so what did it mean?

With some tentative and amusement in mind, Jordan brought John to his home.

The corridor where Grandma Chen lived was very old, and the voice-activated light was sometimes working and sometimes not. John stomped his feet several times before the dull yellow light bulb came on. The stairs were very narrow, and John helped Jordan up. There were a lot of flyers piled up in the corridor, and there was a stale smell. Because the space was too small, John was almost right next to Jordan.

There was a very light scent of plants on his clothes, light and pleasant. Jordan lowered his head and saw the boy's neck, which was very white and fragile. He was slightly distracted for a moment.

"Which floor?"

"Third floor."

For this small house, the third floor is the top floor.

When he opened the door, Grandma Chen had already fallen asleep on the sofa with a blanket draped over her body. The food on the table was untouched. It seemed that she was waiting for Jordan.

The yellowish light shines into this small but cozy room.

Jordan quietly placed the vegetables in his hand on the table and walked to the sofa.

John knew what he wanted to do and said, "Let me do it. Your legs are not in a good condition right now."

He picked up Grandma Chen. Grandma Chen was old and her eyesight was not very good. She woke up dazedly: "…A Sui is back. Why did you go out so late?"

John said softly, "Grandma Chen, I'm Jordan's friend."

Grandma Chen was half asleep and half awake, mumbling: "Friends, friends are good, Asui has always been alone..."

John thought for a long time and said in a low voice.

"He won't be alone anymore."

The warm yellow light flows across the boy's eyelashes, gentle as the still old times.

Jordan was behind him, his eyes and eyebrows were cold and noble.

After a long time, he sneered, turned around to wash his hands, and threw the marbles hidden in his sleeves into the trash can.

Fifteen-year-old Jordan had no friends since childhood. Even though he looked cold on the surface, he yearned for beauty in his heart and would be moved by some trivial things. But at the age of twenty-five, Jordan had experienced too many people's flattery and approach with ulterior motives. His appearance and family background brought him too much real and fake flattery.

Indifference had seeped into his bones, and kindness and gentleness could no longer move him as they had moved the fifteen-year-old him.

Jordan recalled some disgusting things from his previous life, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips, directed at someone unknown.

One has to have very low self-esteem to be so open-hearted for a little warmth, and one has to be very cowardly to need help from others to get out of his/her mind.

When John came out.

Jordan was cooking noodles in the kitchen.

John sat down at the table without any hesitation: "There is still food."

Turn off the heat.

He brought out a bowl of hot noodles.

Jordan's cooking skills were very good. The noodles were dotted with chopped green onions and a layer of minced meat and oil, which looked delicious. The aroma filled John's nose, who hadn't eaten all day, suddenly felt hungry.

"The food is cold."

Jordan sat opposite him, pushed the noodles in front of him, and said, "You eat."

He remembered that John seemed to have not eaten for a whole day, so he regarded it as a way of repaying her.

John was stunned: "For me?"

God, what a poor little wife and mother this is.

Jordan seemed a little shy under his gaze: "Yeah."

"thank you."

John stirred the noodles with chopsticks and sighed in his heart. How could such a kind and lovely person be abused like this in the book?

After he finished eating, he left and called the driver to pick him up.

Sitting in the car, the driver was very puzzled: "Master, you are here to buy books, why did you come to this place?"

John looked out the window: "I met a very important friend and changed my mind at the last minute."

The driver was surprised: "You've only been in Jingcheng for a few days, and you already have such important friends?"

John made what he said seem to make sense: "Uncle, you don't understand. This is called feeling familiar at first sight."