Chapter 1: The Day Does Not Understand the Darkness of the Night 03
The next morning, Shen Chuxue knocked on Grandma Yu's door and knelt down.
"Oh, what are you doing, kid?" Grandma Yu was startled and quickly pulled Shen Chuxue up.
Shen Chuxue's eyes were red, but she refused to cry: "Grandma Yu ... Grandma, she's gone..."
How could a half-grown child manage a funeral? Grandma Shen's so-called relatives were unreliable, so she could only ask for help from Grandma Yu. But she didn't want to ask others for help with such an unlucky matter...
Shen Chuxue felt that the moment she knelt down in front of Grandma Yu, she had nothing left.
The funeral was simple, in stark contrast to Grandpa Lin's.
The people who attended the funeral were no more than the neighbors. Grandma Shen was popular, and everyone she knew was willing to come and see her off. During the three days, Shen Chuxue heard the most "my condolences". She kept her head down, tears kept falling, and she could not listen to other people's words of comfort. When someone came, she knelt down and kowtowed. She became very familiar with this kneeling posture.
Finally, a person arrived at the funeral.
There were not many people left in the Shen family. Most of those who came were elderly, and no one would raise Shen Chuxue, so they called Shen Chuxue's biological mother, Li Qiuhuo.
A glass of water was brought to her. Shen Chuxue's legs were numb from kneeling and she raised her head weakly.
She had no impression of Li Qiuhe. How could a three-year-old child remember anything? She looked completely unfamiliar to him. But Shen Chuxue found it funny that she and Li Qiuhe were so similar.
"Let's go with mom."
Shen Chuxue stood at the door and watched the two people arguing. Her expression did not change at all, and she was as silent as a statue.
Suddenly, a little girl poked her head out from behind the two of them, and after seeing Shen Chuxue, she smiled widely, then ran over and grabbed Shen Chuxue's hand: "Are you my sister? That's great, I have a sister now!"
An Cenxi, her nominal sister, is a girl completely different from Shen Chuxue.
Shen Chuxue was a little embarrassed, but she had to force a smile: "Hello."
Young Shen Chuxue understood that she always had to plan for herself.
The two stopped arguing. Seeing that An Cenxi liked Shen Chuxue, Li Qiuhe was very happy. If she could get her little daughter, her husband would definitely agree.
"Come in." An Wei shouted coldly.
Shen Chuxue stayed at the An family, living in the innermost room, just like at the Lin family, she would not go out unless there was something important, except that there was no Lin Jianluo knocking on the door from time to time. An Cenxi was very busy, as the youngest daughter of the An family, she had a rich life, and she did not need to stick to Shen Chuxue every day.
"An Yannan, I'm older than you." The speaker was An Yannan, An Wei's nephew. His parents died in an accident, so An Wei took him home to live. An Wei didn't have a son, so he liked him very much. An Yannan paused, then said, "You'd better understand what I mean and don't make trouble."
In Shen Chuxue 's memory, An Yannan had always been a gentle brother, but he didn't have any extra emotions and his expression was indifferent. If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't even speak, just like Shen Chuxue.
The only person she could find a little comfort in the An family was An Yannan... maybe it was because they had similar personalities?
Shen Chuxue took a bath and sat at the desk, turning on the light. There were words on the open notebook. Since she was taken to the An family, she had developed the habit of writing a diary. Every night she would sit at the small desk for a long time, recalling every bit of her time in the Lin family and the accumulated hatred.
What to write today?
