C8 Slums

"I don't want to!" Su Yiheng firmly held onto the violin and refused to let go.

Su An Lun clenched her teeth and snatched the violin from Su Yi Heng's hands with all her might, handing it over to the staff. "I've caused you all trouble."

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

"Alright."

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

When they were leaving the Su family, Su Yiheng was crying loudly, but Su An didn't 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 Clan, Su An 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 to himself, "Elder sister, it's so smelly here, and it's so noisy outside. Furthermore, there's only one bed, how do we live there?"

Su Ran touched the top of his head and endured the pain in his stomach. She squeezed out a smile and said, "Good boy Yi Heng, let's stay here for now. When elder sister finds a job and makes money, let's change locations, okay?"

"But …"

Su Ran knew what he wanted to say, so she sullenly interrupted him, "Did you forget what father said? What should a man be like?"

Su Yiheng pursed his lips and lowered his head. "Daddy said that men should be able to support themselves, 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 Ran was also shocked as he hugged Su Yiheng and shrank into a corner.

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

Su An's body stiffened.

Dad?

Where did they even have a father?

No one knew where Su An's courage came from, but even though her face was pale, she still gritted her teeth and stepped 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 Ran looked at Su Hengjin, who had fallen asleep beside her. Her tears finally rolled down her face.

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 An Ran went out to find a job.

After Su Yiheng woke up, he looked at the unfamiliar situation in front of him blankly and felt extremely disgusted.

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

With tears in his eyes, Su Yiheng left the room. 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 small fists and refused to let go of the violin.

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 already! 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 abnormally stubborn. Having been doted on and cared for so much, he had never encountered such a situation before.

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.