Chapter 8:

The kitchen was quiet for a moment, and the atmosphere became complicated and strange.

The two figures, one tall and one short, looked at each other.

Cheng Xiaoyue blinked, with a clear and innocent face, looking at the scapegoat opposite with a bit of false sympathy.

The name of the scapegoat is not earned for nothing.

Cheng Shu has lived for 20 years now and has taken the blame for this little brat countless times, but he still paused slightly at this moment, laughing silently at her bad idea for the nth time.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and was about to scold her for being such a little liar. At this moment, Cheng Xingye heard the sound and rushed over.

He saw debris on the floor in the kitchen. The debris on the floor was vaguely recognizable. It was the new cup he had just bought. He immediately frowned, trying to keep his tone calm and asked,

"What's going on?"

The familiar sense of oppression made Cheng Xiaoyue immediately feel that a storm was coming in the kitchen.

Without waiting for Cheng Shu to answer, she immediately spoke up,

"Brother broke the wine bottle and planned to blame me for it!"

Cheng Shu: "???"

Cheng Shu: "...."

Okay, okay, so. Playing, right? !

He was speechless and choked, looking at the little girl next to him with squinted eyes, his expression cold and unbeatable.

Cheng Xiaoyue felt guilty and immediately lowered her head, not looking at him.

As a father of two children, Cheng Xingye could already guess who the culprit was by looking at the expressions of these two people.

But the younger daughter looked nervous. She was obviously frightened by breaking an expensive cup.

Cheng Xingye didn't intend to blame anyone. After all, he should bear part of the responsibility for not putting away the cups.

He intended to make a big deal out of a trivial matter, so he glanced at the scapegoat calmly and signaled him not to speak yet, and then said in a very shameless manner,

"That's my brother's fault. You go back to your room and do your homework first. I'll teach him a lesson."

Cheng Xiaoyue's eyes lit up when she heard this. She didn't expect that there would be nothing wrong with her. She nodded immediately and slipped back into the room without looking back.

...

No one got scolded in the end.

After Cheng Xingye pushed her away, he just asked Cheng Shu to bring a garbage bag, and the father and son cleaned up the debris together.

The matter seemed to be solved perfectly, but when his parents went out to socialize in the evening, Cheng Shu still took the little liar out of the room and punished her to stand at the door for half an hour in an angry and funny way.

Being forced to stand almost ran through Cheng Xiaoyue's entire childhood, and continued into her most rebellious adolescence.

She knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't dare to talk back. She opened the door obediently and walked out wearing slippers. She stood in the corridor depressed and thought about her fault.

Ruiyuan has two apartments on one staircase, separated by an elevator room. The corridor lamp above cast a warm white light, making her shadow appear lonely and long.

Cheng Xiaoyue faced the tile wall with her hands behind her back. Out of boredom, she couldn't help but start counting the tiles.

There are a total of three hundred and twenty-six bricks in this foyer, but I have touched each one countless times, and there are thirty-one of them, which have small cracks...

As a veteran palace drama Lover, Cheng Xiaoyue became bored to the point of picking at the wall.

Time passed by, and because she didn't bring her mobile phone, she didn't know how long she had been standing there, but based on her intuition, it should have been at least 20 minutes.

She usually didn't like to exercise, and the soles of her feet became sore and numb after standing for a while. She couldn't help but change her feet to rest, and her mood became more and more depressed.

Just as she shifted her weight to her left leg again, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind her.

There was a slight click, as if someone came out of the opposite door.

Before Cheng Xiaoyue could turn around, a shadow suddenly shrouded her head.

She raised her head subconsciously, just to look level with his straight collarbone, and the abrupt Adam's apple in the center rolled slightly under her direct gaze.

The distance was a bit close, and Cheng Xiaoyue suddenly smelled the pleasant scent of shower gel on his body. It was fresh and clean, with a sense of moisture. It seemed that he had taken a shower as soon as he got home.

Cheng Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment as the breath lingered in her nose, and then she heard his voice ask with a smile,

"What are you doing standing here stupidly?"

Cheng Xiaoyue raised her head and looked into his narrow eyes.

The light in the corridor was soft and dim, falling on his strong three-dimensional features, creating half-light and half-dark shadows.

At this moment, those dark and clear eyes were hidden in the shadows, and a small version of her was reflected in them. There was a kind of silent intimacy that seemed to slowly fill the small space in the corridor.

Cheng Xiaoyue felt a little ashamed to be forced to stand by her own brother, so she pursed her lips awkwardly, not wanting to say it out loud.

The two were silent for a moment, neither of them spoke first.

Jiang Michuan had known her for so long that he could see through the little girl's thoughts at a glance. So he paused and didn't ask any more questions. He just waved to her,

"Come here."

This meant that he was taking her to play at home.

Cheng Xiaoyue, who was being made to stand, was a little hesitant, but thinking that the time was almost up, she followed him obediently to the opposite room.

Opposite is an identical tall wooden door, and the layout inside is basically symmetrical.

Jiang Michuan opened the door and got her a pair of bunny slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at her feet.

Since the two families lived across the street, Cheng Xiaoyue liked to run to his house whenever she had something to do. Every time she came, she would grab his slippers and patter them around the house. So Jiang Mikawa had the foresight to prepare shoes of the right size for her at home in advance.

Cheng Xiaoyue bent down and changed her shoes. As soon as she stood up straight, she was suddenly startled by a furry that rushed towards her.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a dog!

She was so surprised and pleasantly surprised that she immediately forgot about the shame Cheng Shu had brought to her, and immediately reached out to hug the dog,

"Wow! Do you have a dog?"

The little Samoyed was probably a little afraid of strangers, and suddenly stopped when he ran forward. , seeing that it was a girl she had never seen before, he quickly turned around and hid behind Jiang Michuan, only revealing a pair of bright black eyes, looking at her curiously.

Jiang Jianchuan hummed indifferently, knelt down and patted the dog's head casually.

His slender knuckles were submerged in the Samoyed's furry hair, clear and neat, making the bones on the back of his hands strong and distinct.

Cheng Xiaoyue blinked and watched him playing with the dog curiously, and her heart was eager to try.

She doesn't have a dog at home, but every girl can hardly resist a cute dog.

So after watching it for a few seconds, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask,

"Jiang Michuan, can I pet this dog?"

Jiang Michuan didn't answer, but looked at her with raised eyebrows.

He knew this guy was very adaptable. When you have nothing to do, call him Jiang Jianchuan, and when you need help, call him brother.

At this moment, he looked at the little girl's beautiful and clear eyes, and suddenly thought of teasing her, so he raised his eyes lazily, and said in a casual and playful tone,

"Call me brother."

"Ah?"

Cheng Xiaoyue was stunned, and suddenly He stared at the dog with wide eyes and looked up at him in disbelief.

The little girl's expression was very frightened, but she only hesitated for a few seconds. She seemed to have made a very difficult decision and spoke resolutely,

"Okay."

Her tone became cautious, and even added a few words. Very respectful,

"Jiang Michuan, can I touch this brother?"

Jiang Michuan: "???"

Jiang Michuan: "...."

The good news is that she changed her story, but the bad news is that it is better not to change her story.