He carefully raised his eyes red from crying to look at her, and even swallowed a few words that burst out of his mouth.
"afraid of what?"
Seeing him raising his hand to touch his eyes, she took a few more papers from the table and stuffed them into his hand.
"Afraid, woo~ afraid of you, woo~ you send me back..."
He hiccupped and raised his hand to wipe his eyes, tears falling down his face, and his little milky voice was muffled with grievance.
After staying in this home for a few days, he had figured out who really wanted to keep him by his side.
Jiang Qi said that she made the decision on the spur of the moment, probably because she felt sorry for him.
But in his opinion, running into the rain to bring her an umbrella, standing at the door of the orphanage waiting for him to go out, showing no care about anything, would chase him and apologize because he ran out crying.
For him, it should be more than just a temporary idea...
Su Yuxi pursed her lips, raised her brows, and looked at him with a softer gaze, "I won't send you back, don't cry."
"Don't you want me to call you sister?"
"I don't want to."
"Don't you like holding my hand?"
Glancing at his helplessly grasping the hem of his school uniform, he reached out and held his hand, hooking his fingers, "I don't like it."
He almost wore away her patience, blinked, smiled, and explained:
"Shi Xi, I don't have a very good personality. I like to be quiet and I'm not used to contact with others. I'm not targeting you, you know?"
He nodded in understanding.
Su Yuxi rubbed the top of his hair, quietly took out her hand, put it on his shoulder, and naturally changed the topic: "So are you done with your homework?"
He shook his head.
"Composition, or math problem?" She glanced at the square notebook spread out on the desk.
"composition."
"Can't write?"
When she asked this, she remembered that he was eight years old and was originally going to the third grade. She didn't know how he ended up in the fifth grade. She hadn't had time to ask the housekeeper.
He blinked, a trace of inferiority flashed in his eyes, lowered his head, clasped his hands cautiously, and whispered:
"I haven't written anything."
"I teach you."
Su Yuxi pulled a chair aside and sat down, moving closer to him.
"what color do you like?"
Shi Xi glanced at the white phone watch on her wrist and pondered, as if thinking.
"White."
"I want you to write." She took out a pen from the pen holder and gave it to him.
After thinking for a while, he spoke slowly:
"White, as white as jade, as beautiful as snow, as unearthly as it is, untainted by the beauty of the world."
"The end of the dream is white freedom, the sky full of stars in the dark night, falling into the pure white clouds in the clear sky..."
Shi Xi held the pen and stared at the grid in the homework book for a while.
Are you teaching him?
...
Early the next morning.
Su Yuxi said good morning to the old man, and was called to her side.
As soon as she reached him, the old man sighed and patted her thin shoulder, "My child, you have suffered."
thump--
Su Hongshuo knelt in front of Su Yuxi in embarrassment, his face swollen.
"Xixi! Dad didn't mean it! Can you tell grandpa? Ah? Dad is just because mom is too busy..."
He knelt down and wanted to rush over and hug Su Yuxi.
"Shut up!"
The old man poked him in the heart with his cane, and rarely yelled in front of Su Yuxi.
Su Hongshuo was scolded and fell silent.
Su Hongwei winked at the butler.
The housekeeper understood and didn't know what he whispered in Su Hongshuo's ear. He looked frightened and kowtowed on the ground, speaking in a panic:
"I'm sorry! Xixi, I'm sorry! Dad, I'm sorry for you! I don't have the ability to have children at all, but that bitch gave birth to you, and I was angry for a moment..."
When the old man heard the second half of the sentence, his face suddenly darkened, and he knocked him out with a cane.
He was afraid that as a child, she would have some psychological problems after seeing those dirty scenes. She would not be able to get the effect he wanted for the remaining music score, and he would not be able to take it out.
Asked the psychiatrist for advice so he asked the bastard to apologize to her.
Su Yuxi trembled in shock, stared at the man lying on the ground, and took a step back.
"Xixi, your father knows he was wrong. He feels sorry for you. He apologizes to you for what happened at home."
Su Yuxi shook her hand, her eyes firm, "Grandpa, I don't accept it."
Bitch? Infertile?
It seems that her identity is more interesting than the child that jumped out of the stone...
"It doesn't matter if you don't accept it. He will be punished as he deserves. Xixi should not have any psychological burden. From now on, he will live at grandpa's house."
The old man spoke in a slow, kind tone, but where Su Yuxi couldn't see, his slightly cloudy eyes flashed a fierce light.
An unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, when his life is better, he forgets which garbage heap he came from...
Living in the old house is indeed more comfortable than living in the Su family villa.
Apart from going to school and practicing the piano, Su Yuxi just sat in the garden in a daze. The night air was filled with the light fragrance of flowers, and the soil filled with moisture penetrated the tip of her nose. The smell of nature was particularly pleasant.
The only drawback was that there were mosquitoes in the garden. Every time she went back to the room, she was bitten by mosquitoes, which made her feel itchy and uncomfortable.
"Sister, please apply some medicine before going out."
On this day, just after dinner, Shi Xi called Su Yuxi who was walking out.
"Come back and wipe it again."
She waved her hand and said indifferently.
The ointment smelled bad and was pungent. She didn't like the smell very much.
Sitting in the pavilion, Su Yuxi raised her head and counted the stars, concentrating on it.
When she counted one hundred and seventy-seven, there was a sound of rapid and heavy breathing in her ears, and then a thin coat was wrapped around her shoulders.
She turned her head and glanced at Shi Xi, who was standing by with a fan to fan her, and raised her eyebrows, "I'm neither cold nor hot."
She pulled her coat off her shoulders.
Shi Xi picked it up again, put it on her, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Keep out mosquitoes."
The night wind was actually very cold, and when he brushed against her arms and fingers, there was a chill on them.
Su Yuxi felt extremely uncomfortable when someone disturbed her peace, but she couldn't open her mouth to chase people away, so she simply chatted with him for a few words:
"Are you happy here?"
The movement of fanning her stopped for a while, and then he let out a low hum.
"Then how did you make yourself happy when you were unhappy before?" She turned her head and looked into his beautiful eyes under the bright moonlight.
He didn't speak for a long, long time, so long that Su Yuxi gave up on his answer and stood up to go back to the room.
"Sister, when I'm unhappy, I count the moon." He whispered, but it didn't reach her ears.
When he was unhappy, he thought that one day he would kill them all with his own hands...