Shao Xinghan called to Miao Jian, his hoarse voice filled with struggle.
Miao Jian stopped and lowered her head, not daring to look back.
Shaoyao was still sobbing, so angry that her breathing came in gasps and a thick nasal sound.
Shaoyao wanted to yell again. She seemed to have deep resentment towards Miao Jian.
"You want to keep her, right? Then don't go back to this house, you run away with this bitch!"
Miao Jian's head lowered, and she walked out without stopping.
Shao Yao was so anxious that she asked, "A Yao! What are you talking about? Go back to your room quickly, not here!" She dragged Miao Jian into her room. Shao Yao's room was upstairs.
The mother herself didn't have the ability to drag her upstairs, so she made do with her own room.
Shao Xinghan watched Miao Jian go out. He turned back and glared at Shaoyao coldly before chasing after him.
Miao Jian walked out of the door and wiped the tears from her face. She sniffed and walked on the road outside, looking at the passing vehicles with red eyes. Occasionally, a taxi passed by. She waved, but the car passed by in a hurry.
"Miao Jian." Shao Xinghan called from behind, and he trotted over.
Miao Jian hurriedly wiped away the remaining tears on her face, turned her head and showed a smile.
"Brother, what are you doing here? I'm going back." She forced a smile, but her eyes couldn't help but turn red again, and she turned her head to cover it up with her hair.
Shao Xinghan raised his hand to smooth away the hair that covered her face, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "Don't cry, I'll stay with you."
Miao Jian's tears welled up again. She lowered her head and tears fell on the ground.
Miao Jian did not go back to the Miao family. She couldn't go back to the Miao family in this state. If she did, she would only cause more trouble. She returned to the small villa, and Shao Xinghan was by her side.
She is actually a very easy-going person. She has never had any hostility towards Shaoyao. Sometimes the hostility she shows is because Shaoyao is too pushy and she must suppress her authority.
She had always known that Shaoyao was hostile to her, and it could be seen from her cold eyes. She once simply thought that as long as she put down her resentment and didn't care, no matter how deep the grudge was, she could resolve it.
But she thought wrong. Not everyone thinks like this, and not everyone can repay evil with kindness. She is not that noble, and neither are others.
Miao Jian was sitting on the sofa in a daze, her eyes were swollen, dry and astringent from crying for a long time. Shao Xinghan brought a glass of hot water and handed it to her, but Miao Jian didn't take it and just shook her head.
Shao Xinghan also remained calm and did not speak. He sat down on the sofa and the two of them were silent together.
Miao Jian could understand Shaoyao. She felt the same when seeing Miao Yanru as Shaoyao saw her. Things that originally belonged to her were forced to share with another person because of the addition of another person.
How can you bear this? No matter how sensible a child is, he will always have complaints in his heart, not to mention that she is not sensible, and neither is Shaoyao.
It's understandable, but she still feels uncomfortable. Shaoyao's words stabbed into her heart like needles, causing a dull pain.
Her head hurt a little, she squinted her eyes slightly and rubbed it.
"I'll go back to the room to rest. You can go." Miao Jian lowered her eyebrows and her voice was low. Her mood was extremely low.
Shao Xinghan looked at her, his eyes were still swollen, how could he feel relieved?
"You go and rest, I'm here." He said softly.
Miao Jian had no intention of talking to him any more. She looked at him sadly, lowered her eyebrows, and went straight back to the room.
Miao Jian was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with empty eyes.
What Shaoyao said was still vivid in her mind, and those words were turning over and over in her mind.
Miao Jian closed her eyes, her mind went dark, but her thoughts were still active, and Shaoyao's shadow jumped in her short-term memory.
The activation of short-term memory affected her long-term memory, and the old events that had sunk in Miao Jian's mind gradually emerged.
When she was in the first grade of junior high school, her classmates were very enthusiastic. She got along with them and had a great time every day.
But this didn't last long. The turning point of everything happened when she accidentally broke Shao's father's vase.
She was just careless. She was so scared at the time and didn't know what to do. Looking at Shao Fu's cold face, she was so afraid that she broke out in a cold sweat.
It's her fault, she knows it.
Shao's father didn't blame her, nor did Shao's mother, nor did Shao Xinghan, but she still blamed herself. She wished they could scold her or beat her, but they didn't, they just took it as nothing.
happened, the atmosphere at home was depressing during that time, and my father rarely came home.
She didn’t know how much the vase cost, but she knew it was expensive, and it was her father’s pet peeve. She wanted to atone for her sins, so she began to secretly save money. She frugally saved all the money she could, and she wanted to save
Get up and give Dad a new vase.
But for some reason, her classmates at school knew about these things, and they all laughed at her. Even her best friend said she was a bad kid.
She still goes to school every day, and she still sees Shaoyao's cold face every day. She endures it silently, thinking that this is atonement. At the same time, she is still saving money. When she saves enough, she can buy a new vase for her father.
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But there were more and more people in school who hated her day by day, and Miao Jian became more and more autistic. She didn't complain about anything, she just felt that this was the crime she deserved. She broke the vase, she was a sinner, and she should be condemned.
Until one day, a male classmate threw a book at her. The corner of the book hit her forehead hard, causing a sharp pain. The skin was broken on the hit area and a little blood flowed.
The boy just threw it away casually, not expecting it to be so serious. He took a few steps back and muttered: "I didn't...I didn't mean it...you are a bad boy...don't blame me."
Miao Jian held her bleeding forehead, and she gasped in pain. She looked at the boy, lifeless, with tears streaming down her face.
She picked up the book, walked over slowly, and handed the book to the boy. When the boy saw her, he stepped back like a plague.
There was blood on Miao Jian's hands, and there was also blood on the book she stained. Her voice was very low, without any trace of blame: "Your book... is for you..."
The book was handed to the boy. The boy knocked the book down with one hand. The book fell to the ground with a clatter. He almost shouted: "I don't want this book anymore. Don't even think about touching me."
Miao Jian was stunned for a moment. Blood was still bleeding from her forehead, all the way to her chin, and it was smooth and cool.
She looked at the boy numbly, picked up the book and returned to her seat.
The moment she squatted down and stood up again, she saw Shaoyao at the door.
She stood at the door of the classroom and looked at Miao Jian, she was smiling.