When Mr. Xiao, who lost his beloved daughter, took over the two-year-old Chu He from the once glorious Baicheng Soldier King, he felt a mixture of love and hate in his heart.
This beautiful two-year-old boy was his daughter's biological son, and the only blood relative of this old man who had been in China for half a century. But, precisely because of the birth of this little boy, his most beloved daughter died.
That stubborn and independent daughter was injured and gave birth to Chu He through caesarean section. And caesarean section without medical equipment is undoubtedly the most direct act of suicide. But in order to give birth to the child of her love with him, the woman finally
She gave up her beautiful life and chose to let her son, who was less than eight months pregnant, continue on.
Trembling all over, Mr. Xiao led two-year-old Chu He into Xiaoshan Villa. He pointed at the five-year-old girl standing in the living room and said, "From today on, she is your aunt."
The little boy approached the little girl cautiously and tried to hold the hand of the little girl who became her aunt.
Snap.
The little girl shook off the little boy's hand and turned back to her room.
…
"Auntie, why don't you go to school with me?" Five-year-old Chu He stood on tiptoes on the desk and asked his aunt who was reading.
My aunt ignored him and continued to read intently.
"Auntie, your hair is so beautiful. Can I touch it?" Chu He reached out and touched it.
Snap.
The aunt knocked off Chu He's young hand and said calmly: "Get out of my study."
Chu He, who was in pain, rubbed his little hands and said aggrievedly: "Grandpa said I can read here."
"No," my aunt said. "Leave now."
"Auntie is not angry. I will just leave."
Xiao Chuhe took three steps and turned around, walking out of the study.
…
"Auntie, I don't know how to do this question. Can you?" Seven-year-old Xiao Chuhe handed his homework to the desk, disturbing his aunt who was reading.
"The teacher didn't teach me?" my aunt asked.
"I taught you. But I forgot." Chu He said, blinking his big eyes.
The aunt who had never read a book patiently taught him until Chu He understood it completely. She suddenly opened the drawer and took out a ruler, staring at Chu He coldly: "Stretch out your hand."
"Why?" There was a trace of fear in Chu He's eyes.
"Stretch out." my aunt repeated.
Chu He was very scared, but he always listened to his aunt. He stretched out his palms nervously.
Bang bang bang!
The aunt hit Chu He hard three times, making Chu He's palm red and swollen.
"Don't cry." My aunt stared coldly at Chu He who was about to cry.
Chu He blinked hard, sniffed and held back his tears.
"You must listen carefully in class." Auntie took back her ruler and said, "Get out."
…
"Auntie, my butt hurts so much." Nine-year-old Chu He limped to his aunt's room and said aggrievedly.
"Why?" asked my aunt.
"I had a fight with someone." Chu He lowered his head in fear.
Bang bang bang!
The aunt pulled Chu He up and spanked him three times on the buttocks. The pain made Chu He burst into tears.
"Don't cry." Auntie said with a straight face.
But Chu He still couldn't stop crying: "But I feel so much pain..."
The aunt took out the painkillers from the medicine box and stared at Chuhe calmly: "Lie on the bed."
Chu He climbed onto his aunt's soft big bed and buried himself contentedly in the fragrant pillow.
"Does it hurt here?"
"It hurts." Chu He nodded vigorously.
Then a cool ointment was applied.
"What about here?"
"pain."
It was my aunt who gently applied the ointment again.
"What about here?"
"It hurts. It hurts so much." Chu He buried his head and closed his eyes to enjoy.
After applying the ointment, Chu He had already fallen asleep happily.
…
"Aunt, the teacher asked you to attend the parent-teacher meeting." Ten-year-old Chu He ran into his aunt's study and said happily. "I told my classmates that you are beautiful."
The aunt who was reading didn't even raise her head and said, "I won't go."
"Why?" Chu He said anxiously. "I'll be embarrassed if you don't go."
"Why don't you let grandpa go?" my aunt asked.
"Hmph. I hate him." Chu He said flatly. "I won't let him go."
The aunt glanced at Chuhe calmly and said, "I'm not going either."
"Auntie, do you hate me as much as grandpa?" Chu He asked aggrievedly. "Do you all hate me?"
My aunt didn't answer. Instead, she lowered her head and read a book.
Seeing that his aunt didn't respond, Chu He rolled his eyes, approached his aunt and said, "At most I won't talk back to grandpa in the future. Aunt, can you go there for a while?"
"I won't go," my aunt said.
"Then I'll go home early for dinner. Auntie, can you go for a while?"
"I won't go," my aunt said.
Chu He was at a loss. He took his aunt's arm and said, "I don't hate grandpa. Aunt, just go ahead. I will never quarrel with grandpa again. Okay?"
"good."
…
She never went to the parent-teacher meeting because she was injured. The injury was very serious. If the rescue was not timely, Chuhe would most likely never see her again.
She came back from hell.
But from that night, Chu He not only hated his grandfather, but also hated this aunt who didn't mean what she said.
She once taught Chu He not to lie and to be an honest person. But she lied. She was not honest enough.
An aunt who lied, an aunt who was dishonest, an aunt who made him laugh at classmates and ridicule by teachers. He thought he should hate her.
From that day on, Chu He gradually distanced himself from Xiaoshan Villa, and no longer loved and feared his aunt as before. All that remained was fear and disgust.
Children are always like this. They never remember the kindness of adults. They only remember how many times they scolded them, but they don’t remember how many times they covered themselves with quilts. They only remember how many times they beat themselves, but they don’t remember how much effort they put into them.
This is the nature of children. But it is not a right that children should have.
Other children are not qualified, and neither is Chuhe.
Snap.
Silently, Chu He lit a cigarette, smoked half of it, rubbed his stiff cheeks and said, "Was I particularly bad when I was a child? Especially annoying?"
Muzi was startled. He shook his head and said, "Young Master is actually quite sensible."
"Which aspect?" Chu He asked.
Muzi was speechless.
Are you sensible?
He smoked, drank, and fought. He not only contradicted Mr. Xiao, but also opposed the young lady. He made trouble all the time and never refused to be a good student, grandson, or nephew.
In what way are you sensible?
Muzi couldn't answer.
Chu He laughed bitterly.
My chest was churning, but I couldn't find a word to describe myself back then.
bad?
Far more than bad.
Annoying?
Who would like a kid like him?
Chu He put out his cigarette, stood up and said, "Are there any ingredients in the kitchen?"
Muzi looked at this young master who was different from usual in astonishment, and asked strangely: "Master, do you want to cook?"
Chu He smiled and said: "I have done bad things all my life. I have to do something for the Xiao family after all." After a pause, Chu He said bitterly. "The only thing I can cook for the Xiao family is one meal."
…
The cook was surprised that this young master, who was very bad at that time, entered the kitchen, but she did not dare to talk nonsense. She handed over the prepared materials and asked tentatively: "Master, do you need any help?"
"No need." Chu He shook his head with a smile, put on his apron and said, "You can go out. I can do it myself."
The cook walked out of the kitchen inexplicably, but she was a little worried that the young master, who had never had a finger in the sun at that time, would set the kitchen on fire.
At dinner time, Chu He brought all the prepared dishes to the table.
The standard eight dishes and one soup are a mixture of some of the most famous cuisines among the eight major cuisines. Not to mention the color, aroma and taste, the attainment of a star chef is definitely as good as that of a star chef. The cook who has been cooking for a lifetime is stunned. She thinks to herself that she is a chef.
It would be too much of a failure to be a mother. It is not as good as the young master's exquisite craftsmanship.
After taking off his apron, Chu He went straight to Empress Dowager Xiao's study. Pushing open the door and entering with a warm smile on his face, he said softly: "Auntie, it's time to eat."
Empress Dowager Xiao raised her eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashed through her deep beautiful eyes involuntarily, but she nodded: "Yes."
At the dinner table, Chu He kept picking up dishes for Empress Dowager Xiao, as if he wanted to make up for the mistakes he had made over the years. But how could one meal save his image in the Xiao family?
At least Chuhe thought it was impossible.
Empress Dowager Xiao is not a glutton. The portion size of each meal is limited to a certain range, even if there is no precise standard. First of all, it is unreasonable for Chu He to pick up vegetables like this. However, Empress Dowager Xiao will not refuse to eat.
, even Muzi, who was pulled to the dining table by Chu He, was frightened.
Empress Dowager Xiao, who can only eat a bowl of rice, won't go wrong if she eats it this way, right?
Fortunately, Chu He's humanity had not yet been wiped out, so he stopped picking up food at an unreasonable time. He looked at the Queen Mother Xiao who was dining with a warm face, full of guilt.
When Queen Mother Xiao put down her bowls and chopsticks with a strange expression, Chu He hurriedly asked: "Is it delicious?"
"Yes." Empress Dowager Xiao nodded lightly.
"Would you like another bowl?" Chu He asked.
Queen Mother Xiao's face turned cold and she shook her head: "No."
"Are you full?" Chu He asked.
"I can hold on." Queen Mother Xiao replied.
The conversation ended and fell into an intriguing silence.
Muzi was a sensible housekeeper and sneaked away after eating and drinking, leaving enough space for the aunt and nephew.
At noon, he didn't know what to say to her. She didn't want to say anything. Now, he had so many things to say, but suddenly he didn't know how to say them.
He opened his mouth, as if something was stuck in his throat. After struggling for a long time, he softly called out: "Auntie - I'm sorry."
