I don't know how old I am: Yushu is a young boy in the courtyard (1)
Louis Yingzi looked very bad and had a faint headache. He stepped forward to walk in front of Jian Yao but was stopped by Lan Mufei. She asked Jian Yao: "Are you really not hungry?"
Jian Yao glanced at her and then looked at the food on the table. He was a child after all. He didn't remember how long he hadn't eaten. Of course he would be hungry.
At this moment, seeing the steaming food, he kept swallowing his saliva, but this was made by the bad woman who stole his father. He must have the guts not to eat it.
Lan Mufei saw that he was really hungry, but he was stubborn and refused to bow his head. "This is your father's home. Everything belongs to your father, including food."
Hearing what she said, Jian Yao realized that this was his father's food. Why couldn't he eat it?
He immediately ran to the dining table and sat down. Although he was very hungry, he had been taught a good habit since he was a child. He had to wash his hands before eating. He didn't have to wash his hands at this time. He saw a towel next to him and wiped his hands carefully.
Then we ate slowly.
When Lan Mufei saw his cute little appearance, her thin lips couldn't help but smile. Louis Yingwidow was not as relaxed as she was, thinking in her mind how to send this little guy back to France in the shortest possible time!
Jian Yao took two bites and saw Lan Mufei smiling. He didn't know what she was laughing about, so he deliberately said: "It tastes really bad."
"It tastes terrible and no one forces you to eat it." Sijun replied coldly, "It's best to spit it out!"
Jian Yao glared at him, lost the gentleness just now, and gulped down the food. He had to eat the food from his father's house!
"Sijun, go upstairs!" Lan Mufei glanced at Sijun, and there was no doubt in her tone.
Sijun glanced at Jian Yao who was devouring his food, then turned and went upstairs.
Louis Yingwu asked Zhou Jin to watch Jian Yao and stop him from running around, while he and Lan Mufei went to the study.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know he would come over suddenly. Maybe he knew about our marriage." Louis Yingwu sounded slightly apologetic. During the call with Jian Yao, he did not hide his marriage.
Lan Mufei was not as unhappy as he thought. In fact, she was quite happy to see Jian Yao.
"Let Jian Yao stay for a few days!"
"Huh?" Her words made Louis Yingwidow startled for a moment, "But -"
"You also miss Jian Yao and want to spend more time with him, don't you?" Lan Mufei's clear voice interrupted him.
Ever since they started over, Yingzi has been extremely fond of Sijun. He has never concealed his paternal love and always responded to Sijun's needs. But he would occasionally watch Sijun wandering around, and at that time he was actually thinking
I miss Jian Yao very much.
After all, he is his son too.
In the past, he was absent from Sijun's childhood, and now he is absent from Jian Yao's growth. Both children are his heartache, and they feel the same pain. However, life is often so helpless, and you can't have the best of both worlds. No matter which one you choose, it will still be the same.
There will be heartache and regret.
Louis Ying's narrow eyes flashed with distress, and his fingers gently touched her hand, "Fei, you don't have to wrong yourself for me!"
Lan Mufei held his hand with her palms up, "If I really care about Jian Yao, why would I need to start over? I should have cared about it nine years ago. I really like that child, don't you think Jian Yao
Does it look like you?"
Louis Yingwu frowned, "Sijun is more like me."
"Sijun is like you in childhood, silent and cold and arrogant; while Jian Yao is the arrogant you, smart and cute!" Lan Mufei still likes Jian Yao very much, because he is still young and doesn't understand many things, so
I have a lot of prejudice against her, but putting all this aside, Jian Yao is a lovely child who deserves to be liked!
Louis Ying smiled silently, approached her and asked her thoughtfully: "Then which one of me do you like best?"
Lan Mufei smiled and pushed his face away, "You're not serious! Go downstairs and see Jian Yao."
After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs.
Louis Yingwu stood there, staring at her back, with a smile and a soft heart. This woman... has always understood him and taught him how to forget!
With a smile full of happiness, he followed her downstairs.
They just went upstairs to have a conversation. By this time, Jian Yao had not only finished eating, but also fell asleep on the sofa nearby with his schoolbag in his arms, sleeping peacefully and unsuspectingly.
Lan Mufei and Louis Yingwu looked at each other and smiled in unison - children, after all they are children!
Louis Yingwu carried Jian Yao upstairs and asked him to go back to his room to sleep.
Lan Mufei cleaned up the mess, but didn't see the mess on the table. He went to the kitchen and saw the sauce poured into the trash can, and the plates and cutlery were placed neatly in the sink.
"Is he like this in France?" He is obviously loved by thousands of people, isn't he?
The words are for Zhou Jin.
Zhou Jin, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, was silent for a while and said: "The earl is quite used to him, but Miss Jian is very strict with him and teaches him all the rules. The young master was unwilling at first, so Miss Jian said to him
, this is what his father always did when he was a child. When the young master heard this, he did it honestly. In the young master’s heart, the earl is his most admired object. "
Because Jane and the count divorced, Zhou Jin would naturally not call Jane countess anymore, especially in front of Lan Mufei.
Lan Mufei sighed with emotion, "She is a good woman and a good mother..."
"..."
Zhou Jin didn't answer the call.
This world is inherently difficult to judge, let alone emotional matters. How can we measure right and wrong?
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Lan Mufei now opens a tutoring class in the town, specializing in teaching children to play the violin. Times are changing, and this indifferent and quiet town is gradually changing. Many parents can accept it, and hope that their children can have a skill or two.
If you have talent, especially girls, if you learn to play the violin, you will be praised for your temperament. Even if you go to college in a big city, you will not be laughed at for not having talent.
In the afternoon, Lan Mufei was going to teach the children violin. It happened to be the winter vacation. Sijun didn't need to go to school, and there were no tutoring classes to attend. Lan Mufei asked him to stay at home and watch over his younger brother.
Sijun sent her out, unhappy, but didn't show it. He didn't like the younger brother who appeared out of nowhere, especially because the kid had such a bad attitude towards his mother!
Louis Yingwu was holding a video conference in the study, so he didn't know when Jian Yao woke up.
Jian Yao woke up, put on his down jacket and went downstairs. He didn't see his father. He only saw Sijun sitting on the sofa reading a book. He pretended not to see it and walked outside.
The corner of Sijun's eyes caught sight of the goose-yellow figure. He didn't intend to care about him, but thinking of what his mother said before leaving, he frowned slightly, put down the book, and got up to go out.
Jian Yao looked at this place. It looked pretty good. Other places were not that good either. He didn't know what his father liked here and why he didn't want to go back to France.
France is so wonderful, with villas, steamed buns and Coke, and mothers and grandparents. There is nothing here, only bad women and a fierce and older man.
What kind of brother? He, Jian Yao, doesn’t have a brother, absolutely not!
Jian Yao felt bored and walked around. All he could think about was how to get his father back to France, not here!
Unknowingly, we wandered to a small man-made lake not far away, which was filled with many lotus flowers. However, this season is not the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the lake surface is slightly depressed.
When Jian Yao saw the pebbles next to him, he immediately forgot about returning to France. He grabbed the pebbles and threw them into the mud to see how far he could throw them. He never tired of playing.
Sijun stood not far away and saw him throwing stones into the lake. Something flashed across his eyes, as if he disliked his childishness.
Jian Yao played for a while and was covered in sweat. When he turned around and saw Sijun, the smile on his face disappeared and he said unhappily: "Why do you always follow me?"
Sijun put his hands in his pockets, his sapphire blue eyes were indifferent, and he had no intention of talking to him.
"You are not allowed to follow me!" After Jian Yao said that, he turned around and continued walking elsewhere. Before walking for a while, he turned around and saw Sijun following behind. He was annoyed and felt that Sijun was deliberately trying to get in trouble with him. He turned around and walked to
in front of him.
Jian Yao didn't miss Jungao, so she had to look up at his cold face: "Don't follow me, I'm very annoying...as annoying as your mother!"
Sijun frowned slightly and looked at Sijun coldly, "What did you say? Say it again!"
Jian Yao was a little timid because of his changed expression, so he pretended not to be afraid and continued: "You are very annoying, and so is your mother. I hate you! Without you, my father would not divorce my mother. Your mother is destroying us."
The bad woman at home, the kind of vixen on TV, the mistress..."
"Shut up!" Sijun was extremely angry. He took out his hands from his pockets and grabbed Jian Yao's collar. "I don't allow you to say that about my mother. Apologize!"
"Let me go...I'm right...you are not good people...let me go..."
Jian Yao was grabbed by his collar and struggled desperately, but his strength was not as strong as Si Jun's and he couldn't break free no matter what.
"I want you to apologize!" Sijun spoke again.
Jian Yao was stubborn and refused to apologize. He couldn't break his fingers that looked like steel in his eyes. A child's instinct was to open his mouth and bite Sijun's hand.
Sijun wanted to hold back, but she couldn't hold back and threw him away hard.
Sijun couldn't control his strength because he was close to the lake. Jian Yao didn't expect that he staggered back two steps and fell into the lake with a "pop".
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