Jiang Xiaoman was a little nervous.
She originally wanted to wear a pretty dress today, with puff sleeves and a tutu skirt. She must look very well-behaved and quiet.
Most of the elders should like such children.
But she has a brick in her bag, what skirt is she wearing? Not in tune.
So, she came in a white casual dress. T-shirt and trousers, simple and elegant, tied with a high ponytail, with a little bit of fluff on the forehead, pretty and full of vitality.
She tightened the straps of her bag and stood still in front of the door.
The system seemed to sense her unease, and chatted with her to relieve her boredom.
"Host, are you nervous?"
"A bit."
Jiang Xiaoman's voice was tense, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "Is my mother a good person?"
The system did not speak, because this question was not easy to answer.
According to the setting, the host's mother should not be a good person, because in the competition between the adopted daughter and the pro-daughter, because of the protagonist's halo, the mother gradually prefers the adopted daughter, and feels that it is better to be raised than to be a parent.
But now, the system feels that the settings can be eaten.
After all, the setting of its host is still a vicious female support.
But where is the host's viciousness
Jiang Xiaoman heard its strange silence, and didn't force it, "Then can you show me my mother's character?"
"Can."
[Wen Hui: Liang Siyu's adoptive mother, an exquisite egoist, indifferent and ruthless rich woman. Growing up in a honeypot from a young age, I don't know the sufferings of the world. At the beginning, her relationship with Liang Siyuan was not good. The loss of her biological daughter became her heart disease, and she was always thinking about finding her daughter. Later, after her daughter was really found, she couldn't compare to her adopted daughter Liang Siyu. At banquets and at school, her own daughter always dragged her back and smeared her face. Every time it was Liang Siyu who saved the scene. The adopted daughter was very good against the background of her own daughter. Wen Hui loved the adopted daughter more and more, and realized that it is better to raise Liang Siyu than to raise her, so she decided to train Liang Siyu well and open her heart to her.
After Jiang Xiaoman finished reading it, he became silent.
She clenched her fists and had an urge to turn around and leave.
No matter what happened, my grandma and uncle probably wouldn't want her because she wasn't good.
She will always be the good baby of grandma and uncle. In the past, when she was not skinny, her grandmother would love her. She would not beat her or scold her. Her uncle bullied her and had to support her. Grandma said that she was a little baby, a caring little padded jacket. When others bully her, they will only help her fight back.
Now, she wants neither father nor mother.
Just when Jiang Xiaoman wanted to turn around and leave, the person inside said, "Come in."
interrupted her thoughts.
The system comforted: "The host who is okay, she is more selfish, and capitalists are like this."
"My uncle is not like that."
"Your uncle is different."
"It's all human, what's the difference?"
"Just... just..." The system almost wanted to hug and cry, yeah, what's the difference between people? Only people and systems are different.
The system starts to shut itself down.
Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a while, but went in anyway.
This villa occupies a large area, bigger than the Jiang family's villa, and has lived for several generations, and is exquisite and elegant everywhere.
Jiang Xiaoman just looked at it for a while and then withdrew his gaze. There was no expression on his face, and his small mouth was tightly pursed.
Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps, and a woman ran out of the door.
She has big lazy waves and is well-maintained. She looks like she is only in her twenties. She is dressed in a well-cut Xiaoxiang style, which is very ironic. Although there is no makeup, her complexion is fair and amazing.
The facial features and facial contours are seven or eight similar to Jiang Xiaoman.
"Child!" Wen Hui cried and ran out, reaching out to hug.
She cried so pitifully, she wanted to cry, and she was so sad.
Jiang Xiaoman didn't know why, but took a step back, feeling a little prickly in her heart, perhaps because the information she just saw made her unhappy.
She just tightened the strap of her schoolbag, then looked at the woman in front of her who was nominally her biological mother, and said crisply, "Mom, can I call you mother?"
As soon as the words came out, Wen Hui couldn't hold back her tears, she couldn't help but say, hugged her and cried.
"My child, my poor child. Mom thought I'd never see you again in this life. Mom misses you so much."
Jiang Xiaoman was a little at a loss, the tip of his nose was the smell of this woman, and it wasn't bad. On the contrary, it smells very good and is very comfortable. She should be in the habit of using perfume. Even if she is facing the sky now, she still has a sweet fragrance. But Jiang Xiaoman felt that this embrace was not warm enough.
She stood fixedly and let Wen Hui hug her, squeezed her tears hard, and wanted to cry along, but found that she couldn't cry, so she gave up and could only pat her on the back to comfort her.
After Wen Hui finished crying, she wiped away her tears and became embarrassed, "Did you scare you?"
Jiang Xiaoman shook his head.
Wen Hui took her hand and led her into the house.
Mrs. Wen was accompanying her husband in the hospital. She didn't know that Jiang Xiaoman would come, so she couldn't come back in a while. Liang Yuanqing was still out of town, and he was on his way back. Liang Siyu was not at home either, so at this moment, Wen Hui was the only one in the Wen family.
Tea and cakes were served, and the mother and daughter sat on the sofa talking.
Wen Hui said, "You came so suddenly and you didn't have much preparation. When your father, grandparents, and you... Your sister comes back, we will have a family dinner. It will be lively and lively. Would you like to catch the wind and wash the dust for you? If you are not used to it. Just say it, everyone in the family is looking forward to your return."
"Very good, that is... I never do this at home." Jiang Xiaoman lowered his eyes and whispered.
Treat relatives as politely as a guest. You're too polite, it feels like she's just a neighbor's kid.
Wen Hui thought she was saying that she had never enjoyed these pastries and refreshments before, and felt even more guilty and distressed, and immediately said: "This is nothing, this is British black tea, the pastries are made by home bakers, and they are eaten outside. No. If you like me—"
"No." Jiang Xiaoman put down the exquisite black tea cup and smiled lightly, "I'm not used to this."
"Okay, don't eat it if you're not used to it. I'll take you to learn it slowly in the future."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoman tilted his head and asked her, "What does Mom want me to learn?"
"Just... just some basic social etiquette and so on. No one taught you before, but mom will teach you well in the future." After Wen Hui finished speaking, she suddenly realized that this didn't seem to be the atmosphere that should be used to recognize relatives. His eyes seemed a little cramped, so he could only cover up his embarrassment and pour a cup of black tea for Jiang Xiaoman.
She found that she didn't seem to know how to get along with the child.
After all, it has been lost for 15 years. Although every time I think of it, I always think that the child must be taken care of when she finds her, but when she finds it, she finds that getting along with people is not that simple.
Wen Hui lost his mind for a while.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoman said softly, "What if I don't want to learn?"
Don't want to learn? How can this be done
Wen Hui couldn't see that the child was not motivated and hard to learn. Originally, she wanted to lose her temper, but then she thought about it, this child was afraid that her life was not easy before, and her life was not easy. How could she ask her to know more
It's good to find people.
Wen Hui smiled, "You haven't used a lot of things before, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to use them in the future. You still have to learn what you should learn, and mom won't hurt you."
Jiang Xiaoman blinked, his face innocent, and another straight ball: "Will my mother dislike me because I am not good enough?"
"Of course not." Wen Hui said, "Why would a mother despise her child?"
Jiang Xiaoman nodded thoughtfully. She put one hand on the schoolbag and drew the shape of her head. After a while, she picked up her schoolbag and said politely, "Actually, I'm here today, not to go back to Wen's house, but to explain."
"What?" Wen Hui said sharply, "What nonsense did you kid say?"
"I'm living well now, and I will still live with them in the future, and I won't move here." Jiang Xiaoman remembered that adopted daughter Liang Siyu, and there was a touch of mockery in her eyes, she remembered the kick she kicked Xiangxiang. Woolen cloth.
"How can this work? It's impossible!" Wen Hui's heart that had just calmed down suddenly became bloody, "What kind of nonsense did you say, child? How could mother let you go outside? How is your home?"
"No matter how bad the outside world is, it's been fifteen years for me." Jiang Xiaoman didn't want to quarrel with her, and tried to speak as calmly as possible, "Well, to be honest, I didn't come back to discuss with you, I came to inform you. , won't go home."
Wen Hui's whole body froze, her eyes widened, she didn't understand at all why her daughter, who was finally found, said she would leave. She reached out her hand to grab Jiang Xiaoman, but fluttered into the air.
"Xiaoman!" Wen Hui chased after him.
After catching up, Jiang Xiaoman didn't leave because someone blocked her way.
Mrs. Wen pushed Mr. Wen who was in a wheelchair and happened to block her way.
When Mr. Wen saw her, his face was full of tears, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Child, child... Come here and let Grandpa take a look."
Jiang Xiaoman froze and didn't move.
She used to have a principle, that is, not to hit children. As my grandma got older, she had one more principle: not to be blush to the elderly.
Jiang Xiaoman sighed helplessly, squatted down, called grandpa obediently, looked up at Mrs. Wen, and called grandma.
Her grandfather was very excited and stroked her face with a pair of hands like dead wood. He was very old, and his hands were as wrinkled as his grandmother's, and just as rough to the touch. Jiang Xiaoman hesitated for a while, but did not push away.
"It's good to come back, it's good to come back..." He shivered, his hands were shaking all the time.
Wen Hui cried: "Dad, please persuade her quickly, this child is stunned, and she has to go back and doesn't want to stay. How did this happen?"
The old man paused, his eyes full of surprise.
He calmed down for a while and asked Jiang Xiaoman, "Child, do you really want to leave?"
"I want to live with my grandma and uncle." Jiang Xiaoman's tone became gentler.
"Then... What if you bring your grandma and uncle over and live together?" The old man cried very miserably, "Grandpa wants to watch you every day. Your family will come here, and Grandpa will take good care of them."
Jiang Xiaoman blinked, a little surprised.
Is he actually willing to let his grandma and uncle come over
He seems to talk much better than his mother.
Jiang Xiaoman didn't want to yell at him, so he could only whisper: "Then I have to go back and discuss with my grandma and uncle."
Jiang Xiaoman was just politely rejecting him, thinking of dragging this matter over. After all, grandma must not be used to living here, and she is reluctant to let grandma live under someone else's roof, maybe it depends on people's faces. Uncle is even more impossible. He is very busy alone, earning money every day, how can he have time to cultivate relationships with others
She is euphemistic, but others don't know. I thought she really meant it, but the old lady's face was a little ugly.
"What's so good about-"
"The child is right, how can she not discuss such a big matter with her family?" The old man interrupted his wife and said angrily, "That's how you do things? Although I'm old and useless, but what should I do? The matter, the heart is clear!"
Mr. Wen has been bedridden for many days. Today, I heard that the child is back. He is rarely in good spirits, and his former majesty has returned. As soon as he spoke, no one said anything, he could only acquiesce.
Although it must be a great trouble to live with two more strangers. This is not a matter of adding two more rooms at all.
Mr. Wen didn't force Jiang Xiaoman to live here tonight. He said that she was not used to living here, so she could go back first and discuss it with her family. Don't worry.
Jiang Xiaoman had a better impression of him.
Turning his head out of the door of Wen's house, the system suddenly said, "Host, your grandfather's state is not right."
"Yeah, I'm sick. People are like this when they get old."
"But... in the setting, he died at the age of seventy-eight."
Jiang Xiaoman remembered the kind-hearted old man just now, and couldn't help frowning, "Is he seventy-eight now?"
"No, it's only sixty-five this year." The system was about to rush out an electronic tone again, and the chip almost short-circuited. "But according to the scan of this system, he is now terminally ill, and his lifespan is at most two months."
"...!!" Jiang Xiaoman was taken aback, and then asked the system, "Did you make a mistake in your arithmetic, or did you scan a problem, or did you... have a problem with the settings?"
"Host, something is wrong." The system got stuck for a while before finally returning to normal.
At the same time, after a long absence, the system gave Jiang Xiaoman a task.
[Special task: find a way to find out Mr. Wen's situation, cure his body, and correct this setting
Quest Reward: Story Correction Card]