sixth plane
autistic teenager
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"Chuchu, Chuchu?"
Gradually regaining consciousness, Yu Chu slowly opened his eyes when he felt someone patting him on the back.
What came into view was a mahogany table. Yu Chu straightened up and found himself lying on the table and fell asleep. She looked at the person calling her behind her.
It was a man in his forties or fifties, his hair had been dyed white, and he looked quite old.
Yu Chu followed the memory of the original owner, smiled at him, and called out, "Dad."
"Hey," Mo Jianguo carefully took out a paper bag and handed it to her, "Chuchu, you didn't eat anything last night, so Dad brought you something."
Yu Chu looked at the paper bag.
The table on which she slept was of fine wood, and the room was large and richly decorated.
Unfortunately, this is not her home.
The original owner's father was a servant in a wealthy family, and he didn't come home often. The original owner would sometimes come here to look for him.
Mo Jianguo was often busy until midnight, ignoring his daughter's food, and would only sneak some food to his daughter after finishing work.
There is a roast duck in the paper bag. Although the taste is delicious, it is inevitably a little cold.
The original owner was 18 years old. Because her family was poor and her father was a servant, she was more sensitive and inferior. Every time she saw the food her father brought to eat, no matter how good it was, she felt that it was the leftovers from a wealthy family, so she not only refused to take it from her father. and always get angry at him.
And the original owner's wish was to change his temper and not hurt his father's heart again. After a life of tragic fate, she understands that her father is the best person, so she also wants to treat him well.
At the same time, she yearns to escape her tragic fate.
Yu Chu looked down at the paper bag, reached out to take it calmly, and said in a low voice, "Dad, you didn't eat anything last night, did you? Let's eat together."
Mo Jianguo was taken aback for a moment.
So "pleasant"...
How long has it been since my daughter talked to him like this
He felt sorry for his daughter, so he gave her these to eat, but every time she got angry at him, she would rather throw away the things than eat, and said he had no backbone...
After half a lifetime of ups and downs, he doesn't know what backbone is. He just wanted his daughter to be full.
But she didn't understand.
Mo Jianguo actually knew that his daughter hated this poor family and his poor father.
How long has she not cared about him...
At this time, the girl's simple words made the man's eyes wet. He murmured and shook his head: "Dad ate last night, Dad is not hungry, you can eat."
Yu Chu couldn't see it, so he wrapped his hands in paper, tore off a duck leg, and handed it to him, "Then you can eat some more, I can't eat so much."
Mo Jianguo's eyes turned red again after being stuffed with delicious meat by his daughter, and he lowered his head in a concealed manner: "Okay, okay, let's eat together, Chuchu, eat quickly, too."
"Yeah." Yu Chu was not pretentious at all. Without tableware, he just wrapped his hands in a paper towel, tore off a piece of meat, and chewed slowly.
Although it was cold, it still tasted good.
Seeing that his daughter not only cared about him this time, but was really willing to eat, Mo Jianguo was touched in his heart.
It seems that the daughter has grown up and is sensible!
The father and daughter ate in a warm atmosphere. Mo Jianguo packed up and said, "Chuchu, you should study hard in college and don't worry about money. If you don't have enough money, ask Dad. Go out with your classmates on Saturdays and Sundays. "
Yu Chu nodded: "I see."