Sensing that the danger was approaching, Xiaoqiao used her height advantage to hug Lu Anru into her arms, pretending to be affectionate sisters.
He kissed Lu Anru on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "Sister, I was wrong. Don't complain to my mother."
Feeling the resistance of Lu Anru's pushing with both hands, he used more strength to restrain the petite person in his arms.
He suppressed the panic in his eyes and explained to his mother who was walking over: "Mom, I am playing with my sister."
The word "ne" was spoken with great pain, and her expression was almost distorted. Lu Anru grabbed the numb tendon at the top of her thigh.
Lu Anru pushed away the person who was unable to resist, and stood beside the mother and daughter calmly.
Calmly met her aunt's puzzled gaze and said, "Xiaoqiao has a sweetheart, and the man is not human. Xiaoqiao will tell you the specific situation."
Keep the general direction in mind and leave some room for reprieve in explaining small details. I hope the other party will cherish it.
Xiaoqiao was dumbfounded for a few seconds, her mother's ferocious gaze made cold sweat break out on her back, and she hesitated for a long time without uttering a complete word.
Who knows who gave birth to the baby? Xiaoqiao's mother saw that her daughter was in trouble again, and she yelled upset: "Speak quickly before I slap you on the head, don't affect my good mood during the New Year."
Xiaoqiao glanced at Lu Anru, the only helper she could rely on. If Lu Anru has left a clue about the matter, he might be willing to continue to lend a helping hand.
But when she saw the deer-like eyes that were as lively and cold as frost, her heart dropped.
Taking out a broken jar and smashing it, he raised his neck and admitted: "Yes, I like an alien. He is different from ordinary people. He is very capable but not gregarious."
"Let's talk about the key point, his relationship history." Lu Anru corrected the topic.
Xiaoqiao kicked the stones on the ground and said sadly: "He once had a loved one."
"Ever?" Lu Anru found out the key points and tortured his soul.
Xiao Qiaorang was forced into a desperate situation and said dejectedly: "Okay, you just want me to say that he has someone he likes enough to die for."
Lu Anru reminded sternly: "Yes, there are some issues that require you to realize your mistakes yourself, otherwise it will be useless no matter what others say."
Xiaoqiao's mother's questioning gaze had long been on Xiaoqiao's face. But when Lu Anru retorted, her bad mood broke out. She pulled the jade pendant from her ear and threw it out.
"I'm confused. Is it wrong to like someone? I didn't try to fight for love. The person he liked is dead!"
The emerald green jade earrings fell to the ground. Although they were not broken, it was easy to see from Qiao Qiao's mother's heavy breathing that her heart had been cracked by her daughter in anger.
In fact, faced with her daughter's repeated rebellions, conflicts, and deceptions, her heart has already been cracked. The wounds at this moment may not be as serious as before, but they cannot be erased or healed on their own, just because they appear in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Snapped-
The crisp sound of a slap broke the tranquility of the early morning of the third grade of junior high school.
Xiaoqing's temperament is partly inherited from his mother, and his self-esteem is also very strong. He covered his face with his hands, glanced at the elders who came after hearing the sound, and received all their strange looks.
Impulse took over my reason, and I put my red face close to my mother's hand, took out a little gangster's hand and said: "Come on, you can continue to beat me to death. Today I will give you this life back!"
Lu's mother ran out quickly, grabbed the hand that her sister-in-law raised again, and advised: "Don't be angry with the child, just calm down."
He gave Lu Anru a wink, put his arms around his sister-in-law, and brought her into the house.
The sound of heartbreaking sobs sounded intermittently: "Sister-in-law, I have been through too much hardship in the past few years, and my child is not sensible at all."
Lu Anru closed her eyes tiredly, carefully packed the peach branches and pots, and put them into the unbuttoned powder bag. Then he held her small wrist and took her out of the yard of her grandmother's house.
If she didn't take care of her mother, and secondly, she was worried that Sheng Ming would come to help her solve her problems and prevent her from meeting Xiaobai, she really didn't want to take care of the monkey.
Pohou's biological parents can't change his stubborn temperament, so how can she help Pohou change his life against the will of heaven.
Silent all the way, Lu Anru felt that Xiaoqiao was crying too. The cry that she was trying to suppress was not as intuitive as her aunt's complaint of grievances. Judging from the frequency of the little girl's body twitching, the degree of sadness was similar to that of her mother.
If Xiaoqiao insists on an attitude of being unrepentant, Lu Anru is not willing to say another word of advice, but this stubborn and unyielding look reminds her of Sheng Ming when she was a child, and her heart softens.
He stopped, took out disinfectant wipes from the powder bag, patted off the small arm that was used as a fig leaf, and said fiercely: "Stop wiping your face, the wind in the countryside is strong, be careful of blowing your face. Are you going to wear a pair of red faces?" Are you going to see Xiaobai?"
It is obvious that the aunt has caused deeper harm to the monkey, covering up her motivation to meet the person she likes.
Upon hearing someone's advice, Xiaoqiao sat on the side of the road, crying loudly regardless of what passers-by thought.
"Sister, my mother doesn't love me at all. She only cares about face, and my face is not as important as hers. I don't want to live anymore, why do you think I'm still alive?"
Lu Anru was as angry as many adults when he was told that he was going to die, he was angry that the child was inexperienced, ignorant of human nature, and could not bear a little blow.
She only understood the dilemma that her aunt encountered. Fortunately, unlike her aunt, Xiaoqiao could not anger her to the point of losing her mind.
He grabbed Xiaoqiao by force, dragged her into a small restaurant, and then pushed her into the seat at the first table by the door.
There was not much business in the morning, but the country boss was quite kind. He closed the door and put up a sign saying "Closed" and poured a cup of hot water for each of them.
Lu Anru nodded gratefully to the boss, scanned and paid one hundred yuan, and symbolically ordered two side dishes and a bottle of freshly squeezed juice.
Turn on the computer and look at the time, 9:17. Getting up early to catch the late market was exactly what she said.
Fortunately, this place is quite close to the Cui family's yard, so I can spare about half an hour to scold the overthinking monkey.
"Your mother still doesn't love you? What you say is so heartless. If I were your mother, I wouldn't get angry with you at all. The child can have another baby. She and your father are not even in their seventies or eighties. It would be great to have another sensible baby. . You can do whatever you want, but they have sensible children by their side."
Lu Anru was eating peanuts soaked in vinegar and talking irritating words, not to mention how leisurely he was.
Not to be outdone, Xiaoqiao counterattacked: "There are big loopholes in their education of children. You see how failed they are in controlling me. With a defective product like me, it is impossible for them to educate sensible children. Having another child will only make them more angry."
The end of the chopsticks tapped her small fingers that couldn't help but move around, as if they were tapping on her panic that she had no time to hide. Lu Anru snorted.
"Oh, you are a bit overconfident. The reason for your failure in educating you is that a loving mother often fails. After a failure, your mother will definitely learn her lesson next time and strictly discipline her children since they were young. She knows that this will treat her and her children all good."
Facing Xiaoqiao's lack of confidence, Lu Anru did the opposite and said what the other party wanted to say first: "You have to say you don't believe it, right? It's okay if you don't believe it. When I get back, I'll grab my parents, my brother, and your dad the most afraid of My grandparents, let’s give your parents advice to have a second or third child. The worst case scenario is that they can keep having children if they don’t obey. Medical technology is so advanced that a 90-year-old man can realize his dream of having a child through frozen semen. It won’t be a problem for your parents to have a child. ”
After hearing the end, the reasonable arrogance on Xiaoqiao's face disappeared, and she lay on the table in frustration, choking and saying: "Sister, you are much crueler than my mother. These words are so hurtful."
"I don't care about you as much as your mother does, so your absolute advantage can't threaten anyone to a certain extent, so don't act blindly just because you're favored."
Lu Anru finished his ruthless words, picked up the pickled cucumber, and chewed it with a crunching sound. Previously, she was concerned about the relationship between the two sisters and would tolerate it if she could. But in the morning, she discovered a hard truth.
The more tolerant you are when dealing with a bully, the more likely you are to be ruined. The bully will only act recklessly on the head of a tolerant person, and my aunt is a ready example.
Dealing with the naughty children of relatives without any worries is as good as a cure for irritability.
The alarm clock rang, reaching the time limit set by Lu Anru, 9:40.
He tapped the screen with his finger to cancel the alarm, raised his eyes and announced: "I'm going to get busy. You can sit here and think about it yourself. Consider whether to continue to meet the evolutionary insect that you just met once, and make your mother angry to death. Or go home and coax the real person." Parents who worry about you, don’t make your parents a laughing stock during the Chinese New Year.”
"Sister, you are exaggerating. How could they become the laughingstock?" Xiaoqiao looked out the window to avoid the problem.
"You have to believe that gossip spreads faster in rural areas than the Internet speed. Just look at the eyes of passers-by."
Lu Anru put away the computer, moved out the peach branch flower pot, unfolded the pressed leaves, picked up the plastic handle and walked towards the door.
Xiaoqiao strode to catch up and begged: "Don't leave me here alone, give me a third way."
"You keep shouting that you have grown up, but I think you are still a child. If you don't learn to face things on your own, you will never grow up. Finally, I want to give you a piece of advice. The most difficult thing to change in the world is a will. The heart that goes with life and death.”
Lu Anru left the words to poke the pain, opened the door and left.
On the way to Cui's yard, she kept her ears open to listen for the footsteps behind her and people's comments.
Maybe my grandma was more popular in the village. She didn't hear too many unpleasant things, and she mostly talked about what happened. After learning that it had nothing to do with her and Sheng Ming, most people commented rationally and did not spread rumors in exaggerated ways.
The door of the Cui family is open as in a dream, and the fish has been hooked.
On the eve of entering the courtyard, he secretly glanced at the way he came from to make sure that Xiaoqiao had not followed him, so he entered with confidence and closed the door behind him.
Arriving next to the skinny man, the hand holding the flower pot had just passed it forward, when the man who had repeatedly rejected him thousands of miles away was eagerly looking forward to him.
"Look, I'm not coaxing you. My mother saved the peach tree spirit," Lu Anru pursed her lips and corrected the inappropriate wording: "She saved it. You have to protect it and help it evolve as soon as possible. soul."
"Well, thank you." Xiaobai agreed and reached out to take it.
Lu Anru retracted his hand, took two steps back, and reminded softly: "Where is the old tree stump?"
Xiaobai raised his arm and the old tree stump returned to its original position, and asked her proudly: "Can you take them all away?"
Lu Anru put down the flower pot and admitted honestly: "It's a bit difficult. Why don't you send the Buddha to the west and help me move it to my grandma's house. Thank you."
"greedy!"
When the ridicule came, Lu Anru was not happy and retorted in a decent manner: "If you don't want to send it, why don't you just say it? Why are you swearing? You see, I worked hard to bring it to you, and I didn't complain a word."
"Do you want a peach wood sword?" Xiaobai asked without warmth.
The topic changed so quickly that Lu Anru's mind was stuck, "Eh?"
"I'll give you three seconds to think about it, three, two,"
Lu Anru's thoughts returned to normal with the countdown, and he answered quickly: "Yes!"
Xiaobai raised his index finger, and a light green blade appeared above the fingertip. He poked the light blade in all directions at the old tree stump, and with about ten clicks, he carved out a lifelike sword in the center of the annual ring.
Lu Anru happily stepped forward to pick it up, but cried out in disappointment: "It's so small."
The length of the sword was less than the size of the palm of a hand. She thought it was at least as long as a silver sword. It would be so powerful and domineering when wielding two swords.
"Be content with what you have."
There were only four words in response to her, and sawdust scattered all over the ground.
She immediately understood Xiaobai's thoughts, and rather than let others do it, Xiaobai would rather do it himself.
There was no time to mention the additional conditions, the other party was gone, and the transaction was a bit loss-making.
After being depressed for a few seconds, he put Xiaoli's stingy peach wood sword back into his bag, turned around and walked home. I am afraid that the size will affect the effectiveness of this thing, so I have to try it with a ghost doll.
Passing by the restaurant where I stopped half an hour ago, I caught a glimpse of a person sitting at the door with a yellow head with an asshole.
He sighed longly for his aunt and called, "Xiaoqiao, I'm home."
At least the monkey didn't go to Cui's house with her, which is a bit of progress.
Hearing the call, Xiaoqiao raised her head with tears in her eyes, ran forward, hugged her arms with both hands, and said hoarsely: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Xiaoqiao was seen crying before and after taking the sword, but Lu Anru saw the difference. The former was angry and aggrieved, while the latter had tears in her eyes.
When I brought the monkey back to my grandma's house, my aunt rushed out to welcome her. Her full of blame disappeared when she saw her daughter returning safely, and she hugged her tightly with both hands.
After being scolded and ignored by Lu Anru, Xiaoqiao may have finally understood some truth. She raised her arms and hugged her mother back, crying and apologizing: "Mom, I was wrong. I will be more careful when doing things in the future."
My aunt, who had heard her admitting her mistake countless times, was driven by maternal love and still made the same mistake again and chose to believe.
Lu Anru watched the deep love between mother and daughter for a while and then left to go about her own business.
He lay on the bed holding the peach wood sword, closed his eyes, and fell asleep for nearly twenty minutes.
There was no ghost in the dream, calling out in a whisper: "Ghost doll, where are you? Are you coming out to play?"
"Why are you so arrogant with the sword made of Sister Peach Tree's annual rings? If you have the ability, put it down!" A resentful scolding sounded from a distance.
Lu Anru held the treasure in her own hands, and evil spirits could not get close to her, which proved that it was very effective in warding off evil spirits.
"I won't let you go. If you have the guts, come over." Lu Anru seemed to have a fox tail growing out from behind, waving happily.
"Black-hearted woman, don't regret it!"
Even the gloomy echo was far away. Lu Anru became more and more proud, imitating the classic scary tricks of the ghost doll, and laughed ghostly.
"Why should I regret it? Go ahead in a hurry. I won't let you go tonight."
"Okay, then I'll say goodbye to you here. I'm leaving. I wanted to see you for the last time."
There was a strong sense of reluctance in the cold words. Lu An Ruxin picked it up, dropped the mahogany sword to the ground with his fingers, and shouted hurriedly: "I know you are lying to me, I will let you go, just float over here!"
"Forget it, it's better not to meet each other, otherwise it will increase the discomfort if we do."
(End of chapter)