"Wen Ya, is what you are wearing called clothes?"
As soon as I sat down at the table, my father slammed the chopsticks in his hand onto the table, instantly destroying my already small appetite.
I looked at my father, his eyes were full of disappointment with me, his disobedient daughter. I was already used to this.
I picked up the chopsticks and put food into my bowl, saying disapprovingly, "How come this isn't clothing?"
Seeing my nonchalant look, my father became even angrier. He frowned and said sternly, "Look at your pants. Your thighs are exposed. It's like you're not wearing anything. It's immoral."
I had originally planned to suppress my emotions and quietly finish my meal with my stepmother and my half brother, but when I heard what my father said, I shouted angrily, "What I wear when I go out is my own business!"
"You've grown up and become more independent, haven't you? How dare you talk back?"
As soon as the father finished his scolding, the stepmother sitting next to him picked up some food and put it in his bowl.
"Eat quickly."
The woman sitting next to my father said only three words during the war between my father and me, and my father, who was originally full of anger and ready to fight, suddenly calmed down.
She was the absolute winner, which made me hate her even more, and even now, I don't even bother to mention her name. To me, she will always be just "that woman".
"Dad, I want to buy something, give me some money."
Sitting next to the woman was my half-brother Wen Shaoye. His eyes flickered, and I only took a glance at the boy and knew that he wanted the money for no good purpose. As usual, my father took out the money from his wallet and gave it to Wen Shaoye without asking any questions.
I have long been numb to his father's endless love for him, but every time I see this scene, I still feel a little resentful.
I know that this son is the apple of his father's eye. The way he looks at Wen Shaoye is not like looking at me. He tries his best to be a good father in Wen Shaoye's heart, not to mention satisfying all of Wen Shaoye's needs. What makes me unhappy is his attitude when Wen Shaoye gets into trouble. Not only does he comfort him carefully, but he also smiles. He is a loving father, which is completely different from his attitude towards me. In his father's heart, Wen Shaoye will always be a good boy, and I will always be a bad girl who doesn't listen.
The woman picked up a tissue and gently wiped the corners of Wen Shaoye's mouth. She smiled tenderly, and her father looked at her with loving eyes.
I suddenly felt nauseous and couldn't eat another bite of food.
Many times, I felt that I was adopted or brought up from an orphanage. I once searched frantically for the adoption certificate at home, trying to find any clues about my life experience.
Because I can't accept the current situation: my father, that woman, and their son, the three of them are eating together in harmony, while I am like a lonely beggar.
It was as if I had suddenly intruded into their originally happy life, making them feel very unhappy and dissatisfied. Many times, the three of them were talking and laughing in the living room, and as soon as I opened the door and came out of the room, the talking and laughing stopped abruptly.
In my memory, my father has never given me a good look. Ever since that woman came in, that woman is the only one left in his world, as if I were just an outsider.
After that woman came into the family and gave birth to my younger brother, my father's attitude towards my younger brother Wen Shaoye was almost doting. Wen Shaoye got everything I wanted so easily, which made me feel even more unforgivable.
Thinking of this, my mood suddenly became terrible. Looking at the happy appearance of the three of them, I felt worse than eating a fly. I stood up with a grim face and prepared to leave the table.
My father was watching Wen Shaoye eating with a smile on his face, but when he saw me suddenly stand up, the smile on his face froze instantly.
"Where are you going if you don't eat well?"
I found my father's words a little funny. He seemed to never understand what I was thinking, and never understood what I wanted, just as I didn't understand what he was thinking or what he wanted. My father and I were like two parallel lines, each running in the direction we wanted regardless of everything, and there would never be a day when we would intersect.
I glanced at Wen Shaoye coldly and said three words to my dissatisfied father: "Why do you control me!"
I know that these three words are a challenge to my father's authority.
He frowned slightly, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
I stood there waiting for my father's wrath.
My father seemed to think for a long time before he slowly said, "Don't go out on Wednesday morning. Come with me."
I snorted coldly, gave my father a cold look, and said, "You can go wherever you want. I'm not interested in accompanying you."
My father's brows were almost frowned, and he put the chopsticks on the table. I knew this was a sign that he was about to get angry. Based on my years of experience, he would yell and slam the table next.
I had rich experience in fighting with my father for many years, so I turned and left without even looking at him.
Yes, ignoring it is also a form of silent resistance.
My father's patience with me seemed to be exhausted at this moment, and he didn't say another word.
When I walked to the door and turned around to close it, I saw my father whispering to that woman. The woman was smiling like a flower, and a feeling of anger inexplicably rose in my heart.
The pillow became the object of my anger. After I threw pillows all over the room, my annoyed mood finally calmed down a little.
There was a photo frame on the bedside table, with Ji Chuan's warm smiling face in the frame. Thinking of Ji Chuan, my mood finally improved a little.
Ji Chuan is my boyfriend who I have been dating for several years. His warm smile is the only thing I have in this world. Many times I feel that if it weren't for Ji Chuan, I might have lost the courage to stay in this city.
Ji Chuan and I are both children abandoned by our mothers. We are so similar, that is why we love each other so much.
He has a pair of bottomless eyes, which always remind me of the Aegean Sea I have seen on the computer, the place I want to go but dare not go. However, unlike the cold sea water, his eyes are full of warmth.
To me, Ji Chuan is the person I never want to lose. Similarly, in his eyes, I am the person he wants to be with and grow old with.
I suddenly missed Ji Chuan very much.
Missing you is like the tide, once it breaks the dam, it can no longer be suppressed. I opened the photo of Ji Chuan in my phone, pressed the phone against my heart, grabbed my bag and quickly left this home that made me breathless, and ran towards the school without looking back.
When I arrived at school, I went straight to the Taekwondo activity room, and sure enough, Ji Chuan was there.
Every time I came before, I would call him in advance and ask him to take a shower and clean off his smelly sweat so as not to stink me. But today I didn't want to tell him that I was coming, and I planned to surprise him and see his surprised and happy expression.
But what I never expected was that my arrival did not bring him any surprise, but he gave me a scare instead.
As soon as I walked into the door of the Taekwondo activity room, I saw a girl and Ji Chuan standing very close to each other and talking in a low voice. The two of them were as ambiguous as they could be.
How could anyone touch my Ji Chuan? I immediately rushed over angrily, stood in front of them, grabbed one of their arms with each hand, twisted them hard, squeezed in between them, and successfully pushed Ji Chuan away from the clutches of that girl.
The girl was a little shorter than me. I looked down at her with a sneer and said sarcastically, "Sorry, girl, you are standing in the wrong place."
That girl was also a shameless person. Facing my provocation, she said nothing and walked away with a blank expression.
Ji Chuan looked indifferent about the girl's departure. The calmer and more indifferent he was, the more restless my heart became and I couldn't calm down.
While I reached out to help Ji Chuan straighten his collar, I asked, "Who was that girl just now? Does she have feelings for you?"
What I expected was that if Ji Chuan said "yes", I would grab him by the collar and strangle him directly by the throat. Even if I couldn't teach him a lesson, I could at least make him stop breathing for a few seconds.
Ji Chuan didn't seem to notice my intention. He just shrugged indifferently, raised his hand to smooth the hair on my forehead, and whispered in my ear: "What are you imagining? What does this have to do with anything? I already have a girlfriend, and she is still single. It's obvious that there is no Don't speculate."
Ji Chuan's words immediately made me feel warm in my heart, so I didn't plan to care about Ji Chuan's inappropriate behavior anymore. Of course, I still didn't let him off at all.
"This won't happen again!"
Ji Chuan smiled slightly and said, "How could there be a next time... By the way, it's the weekend today, why did you come to the club? Don't you dislike the smell here?"
"Nothing, I just don't want to stay at home."
I pretended to be relaxed and tried to brush off the negative emotions, but the moment I said it, it felt like a huge rock was pressing down on my heart and I even had the illusion that I couldn't breathe.
Ji Chuan was silent for a moment, and the smile on his face seemed to be frozen.
I know that he, like me, doesn't want to go back to the place that can no longer be called home.
I have been to Ji Chuan's house several times. His house is located in the most luxurious villa area in the city. The house is very large, with many exquisite furniture and old antiques. The floor is covered with thick carpets, which makes people feel warm. However, due to the lack of popularity, the whole house seems unusually empty. I always feel like it is a haunted house.
Most of the time Ji Chuan was alone at home. He would often lie on the floor with a quilt in his arms, falling into a deep sleep and waking up in a daze.
"You didn't go home again?"
I spoke in a low voice. Ji Chuan's melancholy eyes reminded me of his empty house again, and I suddenly felt a sour feeling in my heart.
"No one's home, what are you doing there? I've finished all the games we bought together... What about you? Did you have another fight with your dad?"
Ji Chuan took my hand, with a loneliness in his eyes that could not be dispelled.
I held his hand tightly with my backhand, trying to absorb the warmth from his palm. It took a lot of effort to calm myself down, and I said coldly, "Is that still my home? My dad has always disliked me. He doesn't seem to know what day it is until he scolds me. I might as well move to school so I can spend more time with you."
Ji Chuan touched my head, sighed, and said softly: "Xiao Ya, you have to think carefully about whether you want to move to the school or not."
I just mentioned moving to the school casually, but when I heard Ji Chuan's words, I kept silent.
In fact, it was impossible for me to move into the dormitory. During my freshman year, I had an unpleasant argument with my roommate Xu Liya.
If she was just sneering at me, it would be fine. How could a seasoned female warrior like me be defeated by her words? But who would have thought that when she saw that I ignored her, she thought I was afraid of her, and became more and more proud, making things difficult for me in every aspect of life.
At first, I wasn't afraid of the stage at all. But Xu Liya said bad things about me in front of other girls in the dormitory and broke my things. This happened so many times that it was annoying. I felt uncomfortable living in the dormitory, so I just moved back home.
When I moved to the school, I was determined not to come back, and the amount of luggage I moved was so much that it weighed down my shoulders. The most annoying thing was that when I moved back home from the dormitory, Ji Chuan was busy and didn't come to help me move my luggage, and didn't face the extremely embarrassing moment of opening the door with my luggage.
That experience was so tragic that my finger joints still feel numb when I think about it.
"Forget it. I definitely won't move back to the dormitory. You won't help me carry my luggage anyway. I have to do everything by myself. It's the same as not having you as my boyfriend."
I gritted my teeth, turned sideways, and planned to settle the score with Ji Chuanqiu later.
Ji Chuan sighed, with a look of disappointment on his face: "This is to train your physical fitness, you know? Look at you, you start to pant after climbing a few stairs, are you still the 'female man' who is as fast as the wind? If you don't exercise well now while you are young, high blood pressure, high blood fat and high blood sugar will be inseparable from you when you are old."
"You're just making excuses. If you didn't help me move things, then you didn't help. Don't make excuses for something you didn't do! Are you still the physical education committee member Ji Chuan in high school who always keeps his word and never goes back on his words? What's wrong with you? Has time not only wasted your face, but also your heart?" I retorted to Ji Chuan angrily.
It would have been fine if I caught him flirting with other girls, but when I saw that I didn't care, he actually went even further and started to make excuses for his previous wrong behavior. He's becoming more and more outrageous!
Seeing my serious expression, Ji Chuan started to laugh. When I wasn't paying attention, he quickly kissed me on the forehead.
Girls are always defeated so easily in front of the boys they like.
Ji Chuan's sudden kiss made me a little at a loss, not to mention that there were other people in the practice room. I was embarrassed to show our affection in front of so many people, so my face turned red.
"Okay, don't be angry, I was just teasing you. I apologize again. Next time if you need any heavy, dirty or tiring work, please inform me immediately. I will never let you get tired."
Ji Chuan tightened my hand and helped me tidy up my messy hair. The anger and unhappiness in my heart quietly dissipated with his simple actions.
I let out a long sigh, feeling relieved : "Ji Chuan, come with me for a walk outside, the room is too stuffy."
I said as I pulled his hand and walked out, but Ji Chuan grabbed my arm, stopped me from moving forward, shook his head and said, "No, I still have some things to do. You go first, I'll find you later."
I frowned and was about to ask Ji Chuan what he was busy with when a boy wearing glasses came over and patted him on the shoulder. He said with a smile, "Brother Chuan, some freshmen will come to the club for training soon. Come with me to prepare some things."
Ji Chuan shrugged his shoulders at me, waved his hand helplessly, and said softly: "I'll go get busy first, see you later."
The man with glasses and Ji Chuan were busy in the protective gear area of ​​the practice room. I stood aside and watched for a while. Seeing that he really had no time to take care of me, I had to leave the Taekwondo practice room.