The grief reverberated for seven days, and Mingshu wore mourning clothes and was introduced to adults he had never met from time to time. The mourning clothes didn't fit well, and they were worn like an oversized sack, and the wind was blowing in, and if he was distracted, it could make him stagger.
Not everyone wears mourning clothes. In fact, only a few people wear mourning clothes. The others are wearing black suits or skirts, solemn and solemn.
Mingshu knew who the other people in mourning clothes were—they were his nominal brothers and sisters. For the deceased old man, they were the grandchildren of their closest relatives, and it was their responsibility to wear mourning clothes to the old man.
But Mingshu scoffed at this responsibility.
He has already reached a sensible age, how much he longed for family affection when he was a child, and how much he rejects it now. Grandpa and grandma took care of him anyway, what did the elders of the Wen family do
They are not loving elders, but he has to play the filial grandson here.
The trip promised with my brother was gone, and the knife I gave to my brother disappeared. His heart was on fire, and he endured it day by day, and finally held back, and did not break out at the funeral.
Because he knew that it was wrong and disrespectful. My brother taught him a lot of truths. Back then, he always endured his grievances because of his mother's saying, "Boys can't cry." My brother said that he could cry, listen to his brother, and cry.
My brother said that holding back is not brave, and crying is not squeamish. It is more important for boys to have responsibility and responsibility.
The word "responsibility" was engraved in his heart. Even if he had no feelings for the deceased old man, he was unwilling to play a filial grandson in the funeral, but he understood that he needed to play such a role.
When her father was buried, Wen Yue was sad and tired. She slept from morning to night. When she woke up, she saw Mingshu sitting upright on the chair beside her, looking at her blankly, and she felt a panic.
It was her child, this was her family, and she shouldn't have panicked.
"You..." She sat up, trying not to look embarrassed, and said politely, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"
Mingshu remembered that when he was a child, every time Wen Yue came to his grandfather's house, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep. He wanted his mother to hug him and kiss him, but even if his mother hugged her, the hug was very reluctant.
Now, he can no longer equate the word mother and the woman in front of him.
When they took him away from his brother's house, she slapped him so hard that his head hit the window glass. He couldn't remember whether it hurt or not, but he clearly remembered that there was a buzzing in the back of his brain. Ming.
Like a swarm of disgusting flies.
"Did you pack my suitcase?" Mingshu asked.
He felt that he managed his emotions very well, he didn't show a ferocious expression, and his tone was calm. He didn't make a big funeral because the knife was missing, it was because of the responsibility his brother taught him.
Now that the funeral is over, he has to get the knife back.
But in Wen Yue's eyes, his calmness and detachment were abominable questions.
How can a child talk to an adult like this
Wen Yue got a fire in her heart, stood up and said, "I don't have time to take care of your luggage."
Mingshu raised his head and looked at Wen Yue. He used to yearn for her and was afraid of her, but now these two emotions are gone, and he just wants to get back the knife he gave to his brother.
"I put a knife in the box." He raised his hands and gestured to a length, "It's a craft dagger, I'm going to give it to my brother. The box is gone, I can't find it."
Wen Yue frowned, feeling that this child who was talking calmly was not her child at all.
Mingshu was not like this when he was a child. His eyes were very big and bright. When he looked at people, he always seemed to have a light shining in them. He had a clear smile. Too close grievances.
She knew that Mingshu was trying to please her, but how dare she let Mingshu get close
Her marriage with Ming Haofeng was a deal. She could have had another life, but was ruined by this marriage. For a while, she didn't even dare to look at Mingshu, whose presence reminded her all the time - how much you have lost for this marriage.
She was about to be stunned.
But now, looking at such an indifferent and unfamiliar child, she began to miss the child who was careful to please her.
She didn't want to admit that she was a little afraid of Mingshu now.
Because of fear, she couldn't pretend to be angry and arrogant, and her voice rose sharply, "Don't ask me for a knife, Minghao... Your dad has already thrown it away."
She remembered the knife. Mingshu's luggage was stopped when she went through the security check. The security inspector said that the knife could not be brought in. Ming Haofeng looked at it and threw it away.
In their eyes, the knife is not something worth spending time and effort to stay.
Mingshu's face finally changed, "Throw it?"
Wen Yue explained, "It's your fault, who told you to put a knife in your suitcase, such a dangerous tool can't be on the plane at all!"
Mingshu clenched his fist, losing the dagger was a big deal for him, but Wen Yue's reaction actually softened his anger.
Because he thought Wen Yue was a little ridiculous.
Even he knows that when something happens, look for your own problems first, and don't blame others when you come, doesn't Wen Yue know
He stared at Wen Yue, and Wen Yue also looked at him. But the eyesight didn't last long, Wen Yue quickly covered her eyes with her hands, "I'm tired, don't bother me with this kind of thing."
"That's a gift I gave to my brother." Mingshu said, "I'm not here to bother you, I just want to get it back."
"I can't find it! I threw it away! It's already thrown away! Don't you understand? It was thrown by Ming Haofeng!" Wen Yue suddenly screamed, and hurriedly pulled out a card from the bedside table and threw it at Mingshu's feet. " Buy it yourself, whatever you want! Don't bother me!"
Mingshu did not pick it up.
He felt that Wen Yue should really pay for his knife, 329 yuan, not even a fraction.
But he didn't want to bend over to pick up the card.
"Get out!" Wen Yue pointed at the door, her arms trembling, "Get out!"
Mingshu stood there, motionless, "Give me back my knife."
Wen Yue was completely irritated and shouted, "Aren't you going to buy it yourself? What kind of incredible knife is that, you have to ask me for it?"
"Because you came to me suddenly, I lost my knife. If I don't ask you for it, who should I ask for it?" Mingshu stepped forward and stepped on a corner of the card, "I don't want another knife, I just want that one."
Wen Yue looked at the approaching boy with a splitting headache. She didn't think she should have given birth to Mingshu at all, this monster—yes, in her eyes, her child was a monster—was here to collect her debts.
Unable to help, she raised her hand again and slapped Mingshu mercilessly.
But this time was different from the car, Mingshu tilted his head, not only was not hit, but also grabbed her wrist.
She pulled back hard, but didn't break free in the first blow. Although she broke free later, it was only a fifth-grade child, and she almost failed to break free from Mingshu's hand!
This made her panic even more, screaming.
A pleasure of revenge rose in Mingshu's heart, and he continued: "I lost my knife, you return it to me."
One after another, like a spell.
Wen Yue smashed the vase on the ground, and the movement attracted many people, all of whom belonged to the Wen family. Ming Haofeng didn't live here—although he and Wen Yue acted as a beautiful couple at the funeral, he has been living in these days. In the hotel, he did not share the same bed with Wen Yue.
The people who came in separated Mingshu and Wen Yue, Wen Yue was still screaming, and Mingshu didn't say a word.
He heard them ask Wen Yue if she forgot to take her medicine, and asked what happened just now. He was very caring, as if he had bullied his mother.
He didn't want to stay here for a minute, he didn't need the knife, he could only hurry home.
Go back to my brother's house.
Even if his brother and sister Jinlan were away, he wanted to go back. Xiao Jincheng must be being forced to do his homework. Brother Ting was supervising, the paper was blank, and then they fought because of the homework...
Ming Haofeng still came to Wen's house, and it was Wen Yue who called.
"You shouldn't talk to your mother like that. She's not in good health." Ming Haofeng stood in front of Mingshu. He was too tall, tall and strong. Mingshu looked up at him and said, "Where's the knife?"
Ming Haofeng frowned.
When Mingshu didn't remember anything, he put Mingshu in his father's house. The Ming family had strict family education. He took it for granted that his father would teach an obedient and sensible boy.
But Mingshu asked him directly, what about the knife
The child's face is still childish, but his eyes are really like a knife.
Who brought Mingshu up like this? Unceremonious, arrogant, lawless!
Certainly not the old man.
Ming Shu often ran to the Xiao family next door, he had known for a long time. Just don't care. The Xiao family and the Ming family are both decent families, and he and Xiao Lanyue have known each other for many years. He didn't expect that the consequence of letting Mingshu go to the Xiao family would be to challenge him with anger.
The aura of an adult male is suppressed, and no matter how straight his waist is, he can't help but feel apprehensive. He took a step back and looked alert, "I want to go home, when will you take me home?"
Ming Haofeng stepped forward, "Who taught you to speak to your elders with this attitude?"
Since New Year's Eve, the seaside has not been overcast, and the sun is shining every day, making people warm. This year, all four of Xiao Yu'an's family came. The original plan was to go back until the tenth day of the first day, but the more Xiao Yuan thought about the state when he was taken away, the more worried he became.
Grandpa is old and his health is not very good. He can spend one day less with the old man. It is rare for him to come back during the Spring Festival, and he should not leave so soon.
But Mingshu there, he really can't let go.
"I'm also worried about the little ones." In the evening, when the siblings were walking on the beach, Xiao Jinlan said, "Why don't you go back first? I'll accompany my grandfather."
Xiao Yuan turned around and saw at a glance that Xiao Jinlan knew what he was thinking and said it on purpose.
"Oh, don't look at me like that." Xiao Jinlan covered her face with a smile, "I wonder if your sister can't stand the handsome guy?"
He tutted and laughed.
Xiao Jinlan patted him on the shoulder, "I have a long winter vacation, I will go back to face the three of you, plus a little one, it's better to spend more time with my grandfather."
Xiao Yuan nodded, "I'll think about it again."
Xiao Jinlan smiled, "What else do you think, you are someone's older brother."