For the next few days, I stayed at Xiaoyu's house. Anyway, no one cared where I lived, and no one asked me if I would freeze to death on the street if I didn't go home.
I don’t care. I don’t have to look at that woman’s ugly face every day. I’m in a good mood and can even finish a whole bowl of rice.
My uncle and aunt are so kind to me that they ask me what I want to eat almost every day. Then when Xiaoyu and I return home, there is a table full of delicious dishes waiting for me, which makes me feel infinitely happy and warm.
I really envy Xiaoyu's family. Everything in their house feels familiar to me, even their bowls and chopsticks.
Every night, I chatted with Xiaoyu about random things, mostly reminiscing about the past. Xiaoyu was always interested in whatever topic I talked about, but every time I talked about Yao Yizhou, she seemed to become mute, shrinking aside and not saying a word.
In fact, I know that Yao Yizhou is Shen Xiaoyu's Achilles' heel.
Isn't it the same for me? Ji Chuan is also my Achilles' heel.
Over the past few years, Ji Chuan and I have had our quarrels . Every time Ji Chuan and I quarrel, no matter who mentions Ji Chuan in front of me, I refuse to say a word. In fact, every girl will meet such a boy. When you think of that boy, there are laughter and tears, pain and joy. Perhaps, this is the trouble of youth.
So I understand Xiaoyu very well.
I tried to ask her so many times, but she always pretended not to hear anything and said nothing. As her good friend, I could only choose to remain silent. But I still made up my mind silently that as long as there was a chance to match her with Yao Yizhou, I would never let it go and would never allow Shen Xiaoyu to be unhappy.
The weekend soon arrived and I didn’t know where to go. When I was casually browsing my circle of friends, I found that several girls in my class were organizing a shopping trip, so I joined their group.
I originally planned to take Xiaoyu with me, because she should also get some "equipment", otherwise, facing those beautiful women who pursue Yao Yizhou, I am afraid that her fighting power will become negative. You know, "clothes make the man", if a girl doesn't know how to dress herself, she will only be able to take care of herself at home in ten years.
But when I mentioned to Xiaoyu that I wanted her to go shopping with me, she smiled and shook her head. So my good intentions went down the drain.
There was no choice. I didn't want to go home, so I had to follow the girls in my class, even though I still can't even remember their names clearly.
In fact, I don’t have any experience in buying clothes, shoes, bags, etc., nor do I have any particular hobbies. I usually just wander around the streets casually, and if I see something that suits me, I will buy it.
Ji Chuan once was skeptical about my taste, but I didn’t really think anything of it. I just dressed up as Santa Claus for Christmas and as Doraemon on his birthday.
Thinking of these past events, I couldn't help but laugh.
At this time, the girls in the class said they wanted to go to the more upscale New World Plaza. I woke up from my memories and happily followed the crowd. It was just a way to kill time. I'll wait and see how strong they are. If their fighting power is still positive after five or six hours, I'll buy two consecutive movie tickets and watch them until nine or ten o'clock in the evening, then go home and fall asleep.
The clothes in New World Plaza are very expensive, with the price tags starting from 5,000 yuan. After a round of shopping, several girls were so scared that they stuck out their tongues and had no choice but to move to the mid- to high-end Xidan Shopping Mall.
I had just walked less than two hundred meters from the subway when I saw my younger brother Wen Shaoye following a young man.
The young man was dressed in a very non-mainstream way, and his hair was also in a non-mainstream style. He tilted his head and said something to Wen Shaoye, who kept nodding beside him, as if he was following the lead of the little ruffian.
I looked at Wen Shaoye's hunched appearance and immediately felt unhappy.
After hesitating for a while, I decided to take care of the matter. After all, I couldn't be implicated by his stupid behavior, so I turned around and let the girls in the class go first.
I turned and walked towards Wen Shaoye.
He seemed to have seen me as well, and he slowed down his pace a little, covering his face for fear that I would recognize him.
But am I a vegetarian? Wen Shaoye has grown up right under my nose, how could I not recognize him?
Wen Shaoye and I lived not far away, and I met him soon after.
Wen Shaoye was mainly listening to what the little ruffian was saying, with a fascinated look on his face.
Seeing Wen Shaoye's useless appearance, and not knowing what bad things this little ruffian was teaching him, I couldn't help but frown and shouted loudly: "Wen Shaoye, come here!"
Wen Shaoye turned around and faced me. The arrogance on his face disappeared instantly. After several seconds, he stammered, "Sister."
When the little gangster saw me standing in front of them, he put his hand in his mouth and whistled loudly, then said to Wen Shaoye in a frivolous tone: "Who is this girl? Not bad! Introduce her to me?"
Wen Shaoye hesitated and didn't say a word. He looked at me first, but was frightened by my ferocious appearance and took a few steps back.
I saw Wen Shaoye take a few steps back and then walk back. I knew that this guy wanted to leave but didn't dare to. I sneered and shouted angrily: "Wen Shaoye! Come here!"
The little hooligan seemed to be very dissatisfied with my tone. He shook his hair that was covering his eyes, took two steps forward, and stretched out his hand with a frivolous look on his face to touch my face.
Humph! How can I, Wen Ya, be bullied by a hooligans like him? My boyfriend is also a taekwondo practitioner, so I should know a few self-defense techniques.
I frowned, raised my hand, grabbed the wrist of the little gangster and twisted it backwards, and used the clever force that Ji Chuan taught me to subdue the little gangster in an instant.
The little gangster was probably just bluffing, as he had never practiced any actual skills. My simple self-defense technique made him scream in pain.
The little rascal had an expression on his face that made him want to cry but had no tears, and his voice was even more unpleasant than crying: "Lady, lady, please forgive me, please don't bear grudges against me."
I sneered, let go of my hand, and shouted at Wen Shaoye: "Come home with me!"
Wen Shaoye seemed a little afraid of me. He shrank his neck and walked towards me slowly.
The thug was probably afraid of being murdered by me again, so he ran away in a hurry.
In fact, I only know a few tricks. If he wants to stay, I don't want to use him as a training ground.
I pulled Wen Shaoye by the collar and asked, "Who are you hanging out with? Do you have any bottom line when it comes to making friends?"
Wen Shaoye seemed to know that I had caught him, and he stood aside without daring to say a word.
I snorted coldly and continued to scare him: "If I see you with these people again, I will break your legs!"
Wen Shaoye widened his eyes and shook his head in fear, still not daring to say a word.
I was originally planning to continue threatening him, but seeing that he was so terrified that he didn't dare to say a word, I had to give up.
In fact, I know Wen Shaoye is afraid of me.
When he was five years old, I really hit him once, and ended up knocking out one of his teeth. From that day on, Wen Shaoye was particularly afraid of me. I guess in his eyes, I was a sister with a particularly unstable mood, a bad sister who would lose her temper for no reason...
I was only eleven years old that year, and Wen Shaoye was five years old, and he was at the age of being very naughty.
It was a summer, and also the summer vacation when I was promoted from elementary school to middle school. In fact, that summer vacation, I was a little afraid that my father would not let me go to school and kick me out of the house.
That summer, my father's business suffered a setback. He lost his biggest client and his annual bonus was gone. For a whole month, my father was in a bad mood.
My academic performance was always poor, and I did not receive any admission notice from any secondary school at that time. This made me very confused, and I once wondered if I was really not good at studying, because I was eliminated in the first selection exam in my life, which was really embarrassing.
Before showing my report card to my father, I hesitated for a long time. Finally, I decided to give it to him when he was in a better mood. But I didn’t expect that my father would get furious when he saw my terrible grades.
Originally, I thought that my father would just criticize me a few words as he did before, so I would just listen without refutation. After he lets me go to middle school, I would get it back with interest. However, I never expected that my nonchalant and indifferent look would anger my father, and he raised his hand and slapped me in the face.
Almost instantly, my face started to swell up.
To this day, I still remember the strength of that slap. My entire face was burning with pain for most of the night. After a whole day, my face was still swollen, and the swelling only went down the next day.
That was the first time my father hit me.
I remember that I snatched the report card from my father and ran to my room with my face covered. Wen Shaoye was looking for me with a toy and asked me to teach him how to play. I impatiently waved my hand and directly knocked him to the ground, knocking out one of his teeth and scaring him to cry loudly.
Wen Shaoye was the most beloved baby in his father's heart. When he heard Wen Shaoye's cry, he ran over quickly , helped Wen Shaoye who was lying on the ground, and raised his hand to slap me on the other side of my face.
The woman ran out of the room like a flash, hugged Wen Shaoye and started crying again, as if I had done something to them. Adding to the nanny's shouting, the woman hugged Wen Shaoye and cried to my father, "It's all your fault. You always let her do whatever she wants! Look at her, she's just like a wild girl with no one to take care of her! She dared to bully Shaoye like this in front of me at home, who knows how she will bully Shaoye when I'm not around!"
The woman's crying made the father a little at a loss, and he could only carry the crying Wen Shaoye to the hospital.
I went to the hospital with him at that time.
I was really scared at that time, wondering if Wen Shaoye had internal bleeding from my beating.
As a result, the doctor said calmly: "The child is fine, just a tooth fell out, he is now at the age of replacing teeth."
My father felt relieved when he heard what the doctor said.
But the woman insisted on taking Wen Shaoye to do a CT scan to see if he had any internal injuries.
I knew what that woman meant. She just wanted to make some noise by taking advantage of the fact that I accidentally hit Wen Shaoye. Otherwise, she would not be able to bear the name of a vixen. But I just didn't want to do what she wanted, so I fanned the flames: "It's better to check it out, so that his precious son won't have any problems in the future and blame me again."
Naturally, my words angered my father again. He was about to hit me, but was stopped by the woman. She probably felt that she had gone too far.
I had already developed a rebellious character by then, and when I saw that Wen Shaoye was fine, I turned around and left the hospital - no one cared about me anyway, so I just walked back home slowly.
I remember that when I got home, my legs almost broke. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my father and that woman feeding Wen Shaoye fruit in the living room.
Wen Shaoye was sitting on his father's lap, and when he looked at me he looked like he deserved a beating. I was so angry that I couldn't say a word. I could only quickly run back to my room, covering my burning and swollen face, and sulking.
Later, I only remembered that I fell asleep almost in the second half of the night, and when I woke up in the morning, my face was covered with half-dried tear marks.
Walking on the road with Wen Shaoye, I recalled what happened when I was eleven years old, and my heart still ached.
When I got home, the woman was a little surprised to see Wen Shaoye and I coming in together, and her face was gloomy.
After a long while, she managed a stiff smile: "Why did you come back together? Shaoye, where did you and your sister go to play? Tell mom, what delicious food did you eat? Where did you go and what did you do?"
I looked around and it seemed that my father had not returned home. Only that woman and her relatives were there.
I guess she was so polite to me because of those relatives, and I didn't want to pay attention to her insincere politeness.
Seeing that I didn't say anything for a long time, the woman stared at me with wide eyes, then looked at Wen Shaoye.
Wen Shaoye glanced at me and quickly whispered, "Mom, my sister took me to Xidan to play for a while and took me to eat pizza."
After hearing what Wen Shaoye said, the woman smiled and said, "Didn't mom tell you not to eat those greasy things? They're not good for your health." The woman looked at me again and said, "But, your sister took you there this time, so forget it. But you're not allowed to eat them next time."
I snorted coldly and frowned impatiently, "Keep an eye on Wen Shaoye, it's best to keep him away from me."
Wen Shaoye glanced at me timidly, with a frightened expression on his face.
I guess he was afraid that I would tell that woman that he was hanging out with those hooligans.