When he got there, he took out a neatly folded one hundred from his trouser pocket and handed it to the driver. This was what he learned from Lin Meng. Youyou and Haohao always had a hundred in their clothes.
A hundred yuan, in case of unexpected needs. Haohao spent one hundred yuan that day. Later, Lin Meng took another one hundred yuan, folded it into a small and neat piece, and stuffed it into Haohao's pocket again.
into his trouser pocket, and took all the change back. When he saw it, he thought about it, turned around and took out a hundred from the drawer where he kept the money, folded it like his aunt, and put it in his
In the trouser pocket.
But it would be great if his mother could help him fold the money and stuff it into his trouser pocket!
In fact, he envied Youyou and Haohao!
After taking the change from the driver, he got out of the car in despair. Looking at the familiar carved door in front of him, he didn't know why he chose this place. At that time, he just followed his heart.
Now that he is here, he doesn’t know if his uncle and aunt are there. Maybe they are still in the clan. It was agreed that today on Monday, his uncle will accompany his aunt to the clan to announce the matter of becoming the successor, and then
Studying or something. By then, there will probably be many people coming to congratulate my little aunt, and she probably won’t be able to get away.[
He lowered his head and laughed to himself. What was he thinking? Do he really want his aunt to comfort him? Do he want her to treat him like she treated Youyou?
how can that be possible!
With his head hanging down, he was let go and entered the house through the small door on one side.
"Why did you come here so early today? Where is your driver?" the person on duty at the guard room asked him.
He shook his head and didn't want to say anything. He walked forward slowly with heavy steps, but when he was about to reach the door, he was greeted by Lin Meng who came out of the room. This was the person on duty who gave Lin Meng a slap.
After calling and explaining Rong Hengduo's situation, Lin Meng came down from upstairs.
When she saw Rong Hengduo's messy look, she frowned.
"How is this going?"
Rong Hengduo didn't expect her to be there, and when he heard the concern in her question, he was stunned for a moment, his nose was sore, and his eyes became red again.
Lin Meng took a few steps forward, came to him, and grabbed his little arm.
"Let's go in first!"
Rong Hengduo was led away by her in a daze. A warmth came from the contact between the skins, making him feel that the place where his arm was grabbed was warm and comfortable. He turned his head and
He stared at that area until she finally let go of him and pressed him on the sofa, and then he moved his eyes away. But he felt a little disappointed in his heart.
He didn't know how to face her or himself like this. So, he lowered his face. His eyes were hot, and tears reappeared. He wanted something, but he didn't know what he wanted.
What, let alone what to do.
"You sit here first!"
She turned and left. His fingers moved convulsively. He wanted to say: Little aunt, don't go!
He felt so sad. He wanted to be alone. The little aunt didn't have to coax him like she coaxed Youyou and Haohao, or care about him tenderly. Even if she asked him a few questions about what happened, he didn't have to, as long as she
Just sit here with him. He wants to be alone. He feels so lonely and sad!
My vision became blurry again because I was filled with tears.
He misses his mother!
If his mother was still here, he could throw himself into her arms. But now, he is not qualified!
"What are you thinking about? Lift your head!" Yue'er's voice sounded like a command.[
He was stunned, not knowing when she came back, but through the blurred vision, he saw the unmistakable red cross. It turned out that the little aunt had gone to get the medicine box.
His vision became even more blurred.
He clearly told himself that he didn’t need to care and didn’t have to expect too much, but why was he really cared about? He felt even more sad. The tears that were getting thicker and thicker were about to burst out of his eyes. He felt very wronged and wronged.
The feeling came to his mind so strangely, and then gradually became stronger.
"Hurry up and raise your head, I'll give you medicine!"
The body with a faint sweet smell sat down next to him, and a white hand that seemed to be emitting soft light also stretched out and gently lifted his chin. His face trembled, and his tears fell.
Unable to stop, he was teetering on the edge and finally slipped.
He saw his aunt's other hand reaching out, and then felt the tears on his face being wiped away.
"Are you wronged?"
Her questioning tone was really gentle, and her eyes were so warm. He could see the undisguised concern on her face, which touched his heartstrings.
"Stop crying, whoever bullied you, I will ask your uncle to help you get it back later!"
"Really...really?" he asked choked with sobs.
"Of course it's true." She replied with certainty.
"You...don't you even ask why?"
Her face became cold and stern. "No, I'll get it back for you first. If it's your fault, then I'll teach you a lesson later! You are already a member of this family, and no one should think of the children of this family."
Bully!"
Unknowingly, she has been influenced by Rong Ling. This absolutely protective approach is definitely Rong Ling's style!
His heart felt warm, thinking of "Nai" and "Nai" being ruthless and insulting, and then thinking of his little aunt's care and protection, his lips trembled a few times, and finally he couldn't help it, and he threw himself into the forest.
In Meng's arms, he started crying. At first, he just cried quietly, then he cried loudly, and then howled.
He cried for his dead father, he cried for his dead mother, he cried for himself who couldn't cry loudly even when his two most important relatives died suddenly, he cried for himself who was lonely in the cold ward, and he cried for himself after returning to the clan.
The self who has eyes full of sympathy and pity everywhere, the self who cried and knelt outside for five days to beg for self-improvement, the self who cried that it was so difficult but still disgusted by "grandma" and "grandmother"...
…
For so long, he has been alone, he has been alone. Who can stop, accompany him properly, talk to him, who can really put him in his arms, hold him well, and coax him.
Now, who can really care about him and care about him?
He wants love, he wants someone to love him, love him sincerely, and keep him in his heart. When the weather is cold, he will be notified to put on more clothes; when the weather is hot, shorts and shorts will be prepared for him; he is thirsty
When he is hungry, she will prepare him something to drink; when he is hungry, she will prepare him delicious food; when he performs well, she will praise him; when he performs poorly, she will give him guidance and encourage him; he
When he was beaten or scolded, she would protect him; when he was wronged, she would seek justice for him...
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
This she is actually gradually overlapping with the figure of a person.
He wanted that her in his heart, but he didn't dare, he didn't dare. But looking at Haohao, he was so envious, so envious. He was related to her by blood, and he could be closer to her than Haohao was to her.
, however, he could only stand a certain distance away from her...
"...wuwu...little aunt...little aunt..."
Can you love him more, can you treat him the same way you treat Haohao? He will be kind to her in the future and will honor her well. Now he only wants to be loved by someone, because it is good to be alone all the time.
Lonely, so lonely...[
"Oh...little aunt..."
"Be good, cry, cry, it's okay if you cry!" It was her long sigh, revealing an indescribable affection.
He hugged her tighter and cried harder. Feeling her warm hands patting his back gently again and again, he felt a long-lasting mother-like feeling. This feeling turned into
A warm current flowed into his heart, causing the seed of hope in his heart to sprout.
The hand holding her blouse tightened. He wanted to take advantage of the warmth and not let go!
But a cold shout came, and he had to let go.
"How is this going?"
He is the uncle whom he deeply fears and admires!
How could there be such a powerful and ruthless person in this world? But it was such a miracle that the little aunt was not afraid of an uncle like this and could suppress him to death.
"You came just in time, Duoduo was bullied!"
"Who?" Rong Ling asked as he walked, casting cold eyes at Rong Hengduo. Rong Hengduo lowered his head to the ground.
"I haven't asked yet."
Lin Meng looked back and lowered his head to look at Rong Hengduo, who was no longer holding her tightly, as if she was the only piece of driftwood.
"Douduo, tell me who bullied you!"
Rong Hengduo shook his head.
Lin Meng sighed. "You, you have been here for so long and you are still so out of touch!"
These words were like a key, suddenly opening the door that Rong Hengduo had locked himself out of. He suddenly looked at Lin Meng and was startled.
Lin Meng didn't look at him, but watched Rong Ling come to her side, and pointed at Rong Hengduo.
"Look at how he was bullied. His face was scratched, and his arms and legs were twisted and bruised——"
Lin Meng was a little angry.
This child has been studying at this house for some time, and she has also developed feelings for her. Although his relatives are so virtuous, these people have come in, and they have picked up dogs and cats and kept them for a while.
There was some emotion in that, let alone a living person. This child was bullied into this state, and she should take matters into her own hands.
Rong Ling glanced at Rong Hengduo again, sat down next to Lin Meng, and naturally stretched out his arms to pull her into his arms, hugging her tightly possessively.
Rong Hengduo being bullied is a trivial matter. But it is a big deal if a woman in his family is eaten. Although Rong Hengduo is a child, his face buried in Lin Meng's chest and his crying behavior are a bit...
It's an eyesore for him. You know, he is a master who can hardly tolerate even his own son acting like this.
He pinched her small waist and whispered, "Go and change your clothes first!"
Is there something wrong with her clothes?
She looked down and saw that the piece of clothing on her chest was slightly transparent. This was probably because it was wetted by Rong Hengduo's tears, so it looked a little see-through.
This man!
The tips of her ears burned, she bumped him back slightly with her elbows, then stood up and went upstairs.
