Miao Jian and Miao's mother exchanged pleasantries for a few more words before hanging up the phone. Miao Jian vaguely revealed on the phone that she was lonely living alone in the new villa. Miao's mother may have heard it, or maybe she didn't. Miao Jian actually didn't.
She didn't care too much. Anyway, she knew where the slap marks on An Nuan's face came from.
After a day of shopping today, Miao Jian was a little tired. Miao Jian casually washed her feet with hot water, walked through the living room with bare feet, walked into the bedroom, and then threw herself on the bed, as if all her worries were gone.
It flew away with a swoop.
She buried her face in the quilt, and the two messages Shao Xinghan sent her gradually came to mind.
[Miaomiao, you are only seventeen years old, which is the best age]
[You should not linger on the wrong person]
Seventeen years old, isn't this age meant for trial and error? How will she know what's right or wrong if she doesn't try?
How does Shao Xinghan know that he is the wrong person? Are others right?
Miao Jian has seen so many people she met at the age of seventeen who she said she wanted to stay with for the rest of her life. However, within ten and a half years, the people she'd been with for a lifetime left one after another.
There is no fixed relationship. The long years are accumulated bit by bit.
Shao Xinghan didn't even give her a chance to try and make a mistake, and directly denied that it was wrong. How could he judge whether it was correct or not? Wasn't it also based on his subjective consciousness?
People's subjective consciousness is the same, and it has not yet been tested in practice. Why do you say that yours is right and mine is wrong?
The more Miao Jian thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. Her face was hot from being covered by the quilt, and her breathing was a little uneven. She raised her head and breathed fresh air. As soon as she raised her head, the screen of her phone lit up.
Miao Jian opened her eyes lazily and slid the screen of her phone away. It was a message sent to her by Wu Yuanshu.
[Today’s homework has been completed√] I also added two cute little expressions spreading flowers.
Miao Jian clicked on the pictures sent by Wu Yuanshu. They were some relatively simple math problems that she found for Wu Yuanshu on the Internet. Wu Yuanshu did them all with a high accuracy rate and was almost correct, except for one question that she forgot when calculating.
decimal point.
[I moved very quickly today]
Miao Jian returned.
[Of course, look at my little head, how flexible it is] and added a proud little expression.
Miao Jian responded with a casual expression and put the phone aside. There were no ingredients at home. She changed her shoes and went out to buy some vegetables. She made some food and went to bed.
The next day, Miao Jian received a phone call early in the morning, which woke her up most of her sleep. It was from the housekeeper of the Shao family.
Miao Jian fumbled for a while on the bedside before she found her phone. She answered it without even opening her eyes, not knowing who was calling.
"Hello?" Miao Jian's voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a deep sleepiness.
"Ms. Miao, this is Uncle Li, the housekeeper." The housekeeper's kind and old voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
Miao Jian woke up a little from her sleep, and there was a subtle light coming in from outside the curtains. Miao Jian frowned and blocked the light in front of her eyes with her hands: "Well, is Uncle Li okay?"
"It's like this. Miss Miao, you are on vacation at this time. Mrs. Shao hopes that you can take some time to go back to Shao's house and stay for a while." Uncle Li's voice became more enthusiastic and he said a long sentence at once, which contained a lot of information.
It was a little big again, and Miao Jian's sleepiness was completely gone.
"Miss, when do you think you have time, can you come back to Shao's house?" Uncle Li added another sentence. This sentence hit the point, and Miao Jian licked her dry lips.
"I will go back when I have time." Miao Jian thought for a while before answering.
"Yeah, that's good." Uncle Li knew what Miao Jian meant, but he was just a messenger, so he couldn't ask any more questions.
After hanging up the phone, Miao Jian smoothed her hair and lay back again.
She closed her eyes, covered herself with the quilt and fell asleep again.
Miao Jian had another dream in a daze. She dreamed of Shao Xinghan again.
She dreamed that Shao Xinghan was in the office holding stacks of documents, and Miao Jian was standing opposite him and talking to him.
Shao Xinghan suddenly went crazy. He picked up piles of documents and threw them directly at Miao Jian's face. Miao Jian couldn't dodge. The edges of several papers scratched Miao Jian's face, leaving a small cut.
.
Miao Jian touched her face, feeling a slight burning pain. She looked at Shao Xinghan. Shao Xinghan's face was blurred. Miao Jian couldn't see his face clearly. There was no anger in her heart, but pain like bleeding.
.
The person opposite was still furious, the table was in a mess, and papers were flying at Miao Jian. Suddenly, a harsh sound broke the silence in the office. The sound became louder and louder, accompanied by regular vibrations.
Miao Jian felt that it was too noisy and she wanted to cover her ears. The layers of sound directly shattered her dream and pulled Miao Jian's soul out of her dream.
Miao Jian was woken up again.
Miao Jian felt very unhappy and reached for her cell phone from the bedside. She picked it up, squinted her eyes and saw two words: "Mom".
Mom? Which mother?
Miao Jian suddenly felt confused. She frowned and directly answered the phone and put it to her ear.
She didn't speak, and listened to what the other person said.
"Hello, Miaomiao?" A familiar voice and title sounded from the other end of the phone.
Only Shao's mother would call her that. Miao's mother Lin Xiaoyue always called her Xiao Jian.
Miao Jian sat up from the bed, rubbed her eyes, and calmed down a little: "Mom." Miao Jian's voice was small and hoarse, and she didn't wake up when she heard it.
"Miaomiao is still sleeping. Uncle Li called before and asked, Miaomiao, have you decided when to come back?" Shao's mother's tone was inexplicably similar to Uncle Li's, that kind of sudden and unprovoked
The enthusiasm makes people a little overwhelmed all of a sudden, and they don’t know what to say.
Miao Jian still answered the same: "I will go back when I have time."
Miao Jian was not mentally prepared. She didn't know when she would be free and when she could return to Shao's house.
Shao's mother had already heard such an answer from the housekeeper Uncle Li once. She was not satisfied and continued: "It's a holiday. Miaomiao should have nothing to do. Ayao and Xinghan are both at home. You don't have to worry about anyone when you come back."
People are boring.”
"Well, I recently signed up for a cram school. I'm a bit partial to subjects. I'll come after I finish attending the cram school during this period." Miao Jian agreed while explaining.
She didn't sign up for any cram school at all, and there were no partial subjects. Her scores in each subject were not much different. She just didn't want to go back to the Shao family, at least not now.
Shao's mother on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment: "That's it, then come back after you finish the cram school."
Miao Jian said "Yeah", said goodbye to Shao's mother and hung up the phone.
After being woken up twice, she really didn't feel sleepy anymore. Miao Jian simply got up and washed her face and brushed her teeth. After cleaning up, she picked up her mobile phone to play.
It was already ten o'clock in the morning. Miao Jian didn't want to go out, but she was very panicked staying at home alone. She sent a message to Wu Yuanshu.
[Come to my house to play today?]
[playing what?]
[Teaching homework.]
[???Brother is on vacation now, okay!]
Wu Yuanshu replied in disbelief. Miao Jian could feel Wu Yuanshu's roar through the screen.
Miao Jian raised her eyebrows calmly, and then replied calmly.
[You don’t want to be a dark horse anymore?]
[…]
Wu Yuanshu finally came, carrying a small schoolbag, which contained the Wu San book that Miao Jian had given her in the first place.
Wu Yuanshu had never been to Miao Jian's new home. After Miao Jian told her the detailed address, she groped all the way there. Fortunately, she was not stupid and did not get lost. However, it was already twelve o'clock when she arrived at Miao Jian's home.