Mrs. Song was particularly fond of the little girl Su Yi. Whenever she saw her coming, she would always hold her hand and look at her, and then tease her with a loving look: "Xiao Yi is so beautiful, would you like to be my daughter-in-law?"
Su Yi always frowned, looking angry, but also like a spoiled child, "Aunt Song, I'm not an adult yet."
The elders laughed.
Mrs. Song said, "What does it matter? In a few years, you will grow up."
"Mom, stop making jokes like this." Song Yan'an interrupted his mother in a sullen tone, holding the little Chow Chow in his arms, and pulled away Su Yi, who was laughing so hard.
The room was filled with the voices of the elders.
Su Yi deliberately glanced at the elders at the mahjong table, and seeing that his parents were not sitting at the same table, he silently turned his head back and teased the little Chow Chow with his hands.
Song Yanan asked in a low voice: "My mother told me that your father rarely comes home now."
"Yeah." Su Yi nodded, his voice soft and gentle.
"Are they in a bad relationship?"
Su Yi nodded again.
Song Yanan paused while opening the dog food.
Su Yi smiled and said, "They will probably get divorced."
Song Yanan was stunned.
Su Yi, on the other hand, looked indifferent and stroked the golden fur of the Chow Chow. "If they get divorced, I'll probably follow my mother."
"You want them to divorce?"
Su Yi didn't move for a long time. After a long time, she shook her head slightly, her expression lonely, "I don't want to, but I don't seem to have any way, no way to make their relationship better..."
*
Late at night, Su Yi turned on a desk lamp and searched for articles about divorce on her mobile phone.
Mother suddenly came in from outside, wearing a dark gray silk nightgown. She was still so beautiful, but her eyebrows and eyes had become a little old. She squatted on Su Yi's bed and kissed her forehead, "Daughter, Mommy will sleep with you tonight, okay?"
Su Yi immediately turned off his phone and moved inside.
Lu Zhen went to sleep in the bed, glanced at her, and then gently, gently took her into her arms. The night was quiet, and she said in a calm voice: "Daughter, I'm sorry."
Su Yi's eyelashes trembled and her eyes turned red.
She understood a lot of things, but she didn't know how to ask.
Lu Zhen rested her chin on top of her head and asked in a low voice, "Daughter, if mom and dad can't make a living anymore, who do you want to live with?"
Su Yi looked up and saw half of Lu Zhen's face was immersed in darkness, casting a deep shadow.
She heard herself ask in a calm voice: "Mom, have you really decided to divorce Dad?"
Lu Zhen didn't say anything for a long time, then sighed softly, "Well, for you, mom has tried hard, but dad still seems to dislike mom."
Su Yi felt like there was something stuck in his throat.
"Did Dad really have a new girlfriend? A college student who's a few years older than me?"
The air in the room was cool. Lu Zhen hugged Su Yi tightly. She could feel that her mother's whole body was stiff and cold. "Maybe."
"I." Su Yi's voice became tense, and he slowly, slowly opened his lips, "I will hate him."
The mother hugged her tightly, her eyes faintly flickering with tears in the darkness.
The next day, the elders of the Su family went to the Su Temple to pray for blessings. Su Yi came to his father's study. A tall figure was standing in front of the French window answering the phone, with a slightly soft brow.
Maybe the person on the phone was his new college sweetheart.
Su Yi had a cold and childish face and threw all the luggage that her father brought back yesterday in front of him. Sure enough, the crackling noise brought back his attention. He saw Su Yi, his eyes were full of guilt. He wanted to come over and touch her hair, but she stared at him like a wounded little beast and made him unable to move. She looked up at him, her eyes full of hatred and ridicule, "Get out! Get out of my house and never come back again!"
The father was slightly stunned.
Su Yi didn't care what he said, he turned around and ran away.
Later, for some unknown reason, my parents did not divorce, and my father came home more often. After the Spring Festival, he no longer went to SH City. He returned home early every night, gave fresh lilies to my mother, and bought Su Yi her favorite cheese tarts.
With love and care, my mother no longer suffers from illnesses so often and no longer needs to take medication to control depression. She holds the bouquet of flowers handed to her by my father and looks more beautiful than the flowers, with a radiant face.
Su Yi knew that her mother was happy, so she was happy too. As she ate the hot egg tarts her father bought for her, her heart felt much more open and gentle.
Mother went to arrange flowers.
Her father handed her a difficult-to-understand book by Graham, ruffled her hair, and looked at her lovingly, "Baby, take a look at this book. If you don't understand something, you can come to the study and ask Dad."
"I don't want to watch." Su Yi took a bite of the hot egg tart and it burned her tongue so much that she stuck it out.
"dislike?"
"no."
"why?"
"I don't like you as a person."
He was stunned and realized that Su Yi was saying: I haven't forgiven you yet.
In the bright afternoon sun, her father whispered to her, "I'm sorry, baby."
Su Yi's eyes were hot, but he pretended nothing happened.
"Are you still mad at Dad?"
She tilted her head back, shook it as if she was relaxed, and said nothing.
The father lowered his voice to please, "Baby, please don't hate your daddy, okay?"
Maybe he is not a good husband, but he is a good father. He stroked Su Yi's hair, his voice was serious and apologetic, "In this world, I am only afraid of you, this clever little bad guy. I know you are like me. No matter what I do, you know it. Thank you for accepting me, baby. Dad knows I was wrong. You are still my darling..."
This year, Su Yi seemed to be spoiled by the whole world. Everyone loved her, praised her, and regarded her as the center of everything.
Then the luck at the beginning of the new year shouldn’t be too bad, right
*
After the winter vacation, we entered the second semester of the first year of high school.
Su Yi is still making trouble in Class 2.
But there were some changes in the key class this year. Two new students transferred in, Fu Jinglun and the butterfly girl, oh, her name was Zhao Xingchen.
As soon as the two entered the school, they immediately caused a sensation of "the transfer student is so handsome and beautiful".
The ranking of key classes was also changed to be based on academic performance. Therefore, after the entrance examination, Lan Fuchu and Fu Jinglun became deskmates, and Si Yajie and Zhao Xingchen were deskmates. The exam rankings were Lan Fuchu first, Fu Jinglun second, Si Yajie third, Zhao Xingchen fourth, Zhao Jinger fifth, Zheng Rongrong sixth… Zheng Rongrong's grades this year seemed to have declined, and she was left further and further behind.
When Su Yi heard the news, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was not in the key class, otherwise she might have to sit next to Si Yajie or Zhao Xingchen. Although her grades might be slightly higher than Fu Jinglun, teachers usually arrange boys to sit with boys and girls to sit with girls. So if she was in the key class this year, she would be in trouble because she didn't like either of these two girls.
I think I've finally gotten to the point.
(End of this chapter)