But Xiao Lanyue still miscalculated the situation of the Ming family. In other words, he anticipated the possible situation, but because of the sophistication and concerns of the elderly, he did not want Xiao Yuan to intervene again, so he gave the underage Xiao Yuan a proposal that he thought was appropriate.
After Xiao Lanyue left, Xiao Yuan thought about it for a long time alone, and felt that there was really no way to interfere in the Ming family's affairs, and he didn't know what happened to Mingshu in the Wen family. He believed that Mingshu would not hurt Wen Yue for no reason, but the grievances and grievances between mother and son, father and son, seemed to be resolved only by himself.
He can be Mingshu's brother and protect Mingshu as much as possible, but the care he gives Mingshu cannot replace the affection Mingshu deserves. It seems that Ming Haofeng will stay in Ming's house for a while. If the time spent together can make Mingshu feel his father's love - even if it's only a little bit, even if it's more friction, that's a good tendency.
But when he decided to be a bystander for the time being, he felt an extremely low mood, which was difficult to relieve and dragged him down heavily.
And a voice called out to my brother from above.
Powerless. Yes, it is powerless. He looked at his hands unconsciously, this feeling was very unfamiliar, it seemed to be the first time he had experienced it.
It is like a very dull knife, slicing hard on your body, you know it can't cut your limbs at all, but its presence is too strong, so strong that you can't ignore it, and finally triggers suppressed nausea.
All the objective and positive assumptions above are actually just excuses for this impotence.
He let go of Mingshu, not because of his father's words, nor because of his rational thinking just now. In the final analysis, it was because he had no position.
He was not qualified to ask Ming Shu, Ming Haofeng, and Wen Yue about their family affairs.
Such a realization cannot but be disheartening.
He stared at the god who had been out of the window for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a bare tree—perhaps there were already new shoots between the branches, but at a distance, the negligible greenness of the new shoots was already there. Confused with the brown of the bare pole.
It was the tree that he took Mingshu down from back then. At first, the tree was not very strong, but now it is luxuriant in summer.
He turned around and squeezed his hands hard.
Mingshu didn't say a word after being thrown into the bedroom last night. His feelings for this family where he was born and grew up were very weak.
People always say that children are easy to coax, but they ignore one point. Children are also good at holding grudges.
Mingshu couldn't tell which year he started, and he no longer longed for his mother's hug and his father's shoulders. When he recalled these two people, he only felt cold.
Not long ago at Wen's house, he thought he had done a good job. He didn't ask questions immediately when the dagger was lost. After the funeral was over, he asked Wen Yue why the dagger was lost.
It was Wen Yue who went crazy and put the blame on him.
When he closed his eyes, he could think of the hysterical look of the woman.
He felt disgusted.
Yesterday, Ming Haofeng pushed him all the way and drove him to the second floor. What he was thinking was - how tall do I have to grow to take this guy down
He was half awake at night and lethargic during the day. He knew that his brother was still at the beach and couldn't come to see him, so he didn't even bother to waste his extra energy.
But he heard his brother came back, and downstairs, he seemed to be arguing with Ming Haofeng.
At that moment, his heart was about to burst, as if a beam of light was splitting down, just outside the door, he could see it when he opened the door.
But the door was locked tightly, and he started banging against it, shouting.
The older brother must have heard it, and he bumped even harder. He couldn't hit the door with his strength, but it didn't matter, his brother would come up, he was about the same height as Ming Haofeng, and he would definitely be able to save him out.
But not long after, there was no movement downstairs.
He didn't believe that his brother left by himself, nor that he couldn't beat Ming Haofeng. If Xiao Yu'an has reached the age to think about things as comprehensively as possible, he is still a child who always makes a single choice when things go wrong.
The door was opened, and when he saw Ming Haofeng standing at the door, he took a step back. He hadn't eaten for a day, and hitting the door consumed a lot of physical strength. As soon as he retreated, he fell directly to the ground.
"Look at what you are like now?" Ming Haofeng scolded: "Bang the door and yell, our Ming family can't teach a son like you!"
Mingshu felt dizzy for a while, but not because of fear, but more likely because of low blood sugar, and the fact that his brother didn't appear was a big blow to him.
He was breathing quickly and his face was pale, "What did you teach me?"
Ming Haofeng squeezed a deep gully between his brows, "Are you going to talk back?"
Mingshu was surprisingly calm, "Grandpa's discipline is to not let me do anything I want. You and Mom... You and Wen Yue's discipline is to come back to see me once a year."
"You are presumptuous!" Ming Haofeng pulled Mingshu up from the ground, "I made you think about what's wrong, what do you think we are sorry for you?"
Mingshu said: "So you know that you are sorry for me."
Ming Haofeng had blue veins on his arms. Before he came back to pick up Mingshu to Wen's house this time, he hadn't thought that Mingshu had grown into such a virtuous person.
He hadn't taught Mingshu or even tried to get along with Mingshu, so he was a little overwhelmed at this time.
Mingshu thought he was about to be beaten, but the hand holding his collar gradually loosened, and finally gave him a shove. His thin back slammed against the wall, and he bared his teeth in pain.
Just this action is indecent in Ming Haofeng's eyes, "Think about it again, are you wrong, where is the mistake, if you can't figure it out, just stay here for me!"
When the door was about to close again, Mingshu suddenly gave a feeding.
Ming Haofeng turned around displeased, the lines on his face as cold as emotion.
"Brother..." Mingshu felt a sense of injustice shaking in his heart, which made his internal organs turn upside down, "Brother is gone?"
Ming Haofeng said sternly: "You just learned from Xiao Yu'an to become the virtue you are now! He knows it's wrong, you are still here stubborn with me!"
This sound was deafening, Mingshu's ears roared, and the conditioned reflex closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the door was slammed shut.
Mingshu stared at the door that was locked again, and his mind was blank for a while.
Brother know wrong
Brother know what's wrong
Brother is right...
After being stunned for a moment, he thought again, did my brother not come upstairs to see him because he knew he was wrong
Pima Daixiao stood in the unfamiliar old man's mourning hall. He was slapped by Wen Yue and locked in the room by Ming Haofeng. He was never afraid of being nervous.
At this moment, he suddenly started shaking.
Not cold, just scared. Or the emotion of fear is icy cold, pouring into the heart from the soles of his feet along the blood vessels.
He had never been so afraid.
If the elder brother admits his mistake and the elder brother left on his own initiative, does that mean that the elder brother doesn't want him anymore
He never thought that he would be left behind by his brother. He's been trying hard, desperately to catch up. He wants to be like his brother, but why would his brother admit he was wrong
When it got dark, Mingshu curled up in the corner, humming syllables in his throat.
He didn't know if it was crying, or if his childhood habit came to him again.
My brother said that you can cry when you are sad.
My brother also said, don't whine or hum in the future, he doesn't have to make those noises, and he won't be lonely.
"Woo..." Tears still fell, as if using lonely syllables to listen to my brother's words.