There was an unpleasant little episode at the birthday party. In the end, the old birthday star had to go upstairs and change into a new set of dresses, and also changed a set of emerald jewelry to match the new dress.
That set of emeralds is precious though. But everyone knows that my aunt still prefers rubies, and prefers to wear red on such festive days.
Zhang Yansheng's grandmother's face was ugly throughout the whole scene.
Grandma endured it until the birthday banquet was over, and when she was about to get into the car in the courtyard, she broke out to Zhang Huan: "If your son doesn't teach well, don't bring it out to me in the future!"
At this time, Zhang Huan dared to lead Zhang Shuocheng to the old lady, he had already asked Liang Yingying to wait for him by the car with Zhang Shuocheng and Zhang Heling. Now in front of the old lady, there are only Zhang Huan and Zhang Yansheng.
"Don't be angry." Zhang Yansheng gently stroked the old lady's arm and comforted her softly, "It's not worth it if you're angry."
The granddaughter is so gentle and lovely, the old lady looked at her, and her anger was a little more pleasing, but when she looked at her son again, it was not pleasing to the eye, and she snorted.
Zhang Yansheng glanced at Zhang Huan and said, "My dad can't control that kid. He is used to it like a little ancestor. Otherwise, why do you think that kid would dare to be so skinny?"
The grandmother was furious, pointed at Zhang Huan and said, "I don't teach my father's fault! You can't control it, let Yanyan control it!"
Zhang Huan was sweating on his forehead, and only dared to nod: "Okay, okay."
Zhang Yansheng said, "You're really, what should I do? If he doesn't listen to him, should he beat him? We don't beat children in our family."
"You are the eldest daughter of this family, and the eldest sister is like a mother, so of course you are qualified to take care of your younger brothers and sisters." Grandma said with a cold face, "We don't beat children, that's for good children like you and Hehe, Shuo Shuo This kind of skin monkey is like, you have to beat him! Beat him! How old is he, you can still beat him? You learned Sanda for nothing?"
Zhang Yansheng glanced at Zhang Huan: "I want to beat him to death every day, can my dad allow it?"
This child was spoiled by his father. As for his mother, who couldn't make it to the top, grandma didn't expect it at all. She sank her face: "If I ask you to beat you, beat you. If your father dares to let you, tell me, I will beat him! It's not that I haven't beaten him before!"
In front of his daughter, Zhang Huan could only sneer when his mother exposed him.
Seeing his daughter coaxing his mother into the car in a soft voice, he was relieved. He coughed and said to Zhang Yansheng, "Let's go."
Zhang Yansheng glanced at him and walked towards his car in silence.
In the night, the daughter's eyes were exactly the same as her mother's. Those eyes looked at him the same way her mother looked at him in the last two years.
It was because he no longer had any illusions about him, and there would be no more disappointment in his eyes.
Zhang Huan was stunned. The eldest daughter has been in trouble tonight. She seems... too quiet.
In the past, was it not what she should be like to be loud, indignant, and even gnashing her teeth? Why did you suddenly change your sex today? It was as if she was possessed by her mother.
On the hot summer night, Zhang Huan felt a little cold for no reason. He quickly caught up with his daughter and headed for his car.
When she got into the car, Liang Yingying complained, "It's a big deal, children are just naughty. What anger is there with a child at such a great age?"
Zhang Huan spent the night with his mother and aunt smiling and being scolded, which made him angry. Immediately scolded: "Shut up for me!"
He turned around, pointed at Zhang Shuocheng's nose and scolded: "If you dare to bring me this shit when you go out in the future, I will beat you to death!"
He said, leaned over, grabbed the water gun in Zhang Shuocheng's hand, and threw it out of the window.
"My gun! My gun!" Zhang Shuocheng burst into tears.
"Shut up!" Zhang Huan yelled at him, "Cry again and beat you to death!"
It is rare for Zhang Huan to be so angry with Zhang Shuocheng. Zhang Shuocheng was frightened, and changed from howling to snorting.
Liang Yingying was also cowardly, especially Zhang Yansheng, who was still sitting in the back row, and her face was a little overwhelmed, and she whispered, "He didn't mean to..."
"To shut up!"
Zhang Yansheng just watched the farce between the father and son of the couple coldly.
She knew that Zhang Huan was only intimidating Zhang Shuocheng. Zhang Huan is a bit patriarchal. He always wanted a son very much before, otherwise he would not have married Liang Yingying home for Zhang Shuocheng.
She was stupid in the past. She regarded Liang Yingying as a big mountain and had to jump up to increase the volume. As a result, she pushed Zhang Huan to Liang Yingying's side, but instead promoted the couple's unity.
But how united can this couple be? Look, it's just such a little mess, and it's in its original shape.
Zhang Yansheng understood why Zhang Huan was angry.
Zhang Huan is not the only child. Although there are several independent companies in his name, the core industry of the family is in the hands of his own mother. How much he scores in his mother's heart now depends on how much power the old lady is willing to give him now, and how much he can share in the old lady's will in the future.
The fifteen-year-old Zhang Yansheng had never thought of this at all. But now Zhang Yansheng has been in the society for a while, knowing that money can make a ghost run the mill, and seeing such a strong old lady, I really want to give a thumbs up.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Liang Yingying.
Such a young Liang Yingying, following her father, a half-old man, what did she want? Isn't that just about making money
It's ridiculous that he used to see her as a mountain-like existence. But she is a fluffy gold nugget girl, in front of Zhang Yansheng's grandma, she didn't dare to put a fart.
Zhang Yansheng recalled what he had done in the past, and sighed that he was really... putting the cart before the horse, not knowing what was most important.
The woman sitting in the front row was light in her heart now. The illusion of a "big mountain" was shattered.
Even her own father, she remembered how cautious and flattering he was in front of her grandmother, she couldn't help but slanted the corner of her mouth, bringing out a sneer.
Turning his eyes again, he saw Zhang Heling beside him.
Zhang Heling was sitting in the middle of the back row, her face turned white with fright, and she didn't want to cry. But no one in the car cared about her.
It is neither the first child, bearing the surprise of becoming a father for the first time, nor is it a leader, bearing the expectation of inheriting the lineage. Sandwiched in the middle, she was still a girl, and there was a mother who relied on her son, and she was destined to be the poor little one who was ignored by everyone.
As if feeling his gaze, Zhang Heling suddenly turned to look at her. There seemed to be tears in her eyes, but she bit her lip timidly, daring not to annoy the adults.
The eyes of the two girls met.
Zhang Yansheng clearly felt the expectation in the little girl's eyes.
Zhang Yansheng was strange. When the mother and son entered the door, she was so angry that she pushed Zhang Heling and fell. Logically speaking, Zhang Heling should be afraid that she hates her.
But this little girl has been following her since she entered the house, always wanting to be her follower.
Early on, she yelled at her a few times. The little girl is just timid, her face is bulging, her mouth should be flat or not, and she should not cry. Later, Zhang Yansheng had nothing to do and stopped yelling at her, so he ignored her and just thought she didn't exist.
It's just that I never thought that when she died, it was this girl who cried the most.
The anticipation in those big tearful eyes was stressful. Zhang Yansheng looked away.
Zhang Heling cautiously posted a sticker to her. The small body touched Zhang Yansheng's arm.
Zhang Yansheng froze, then turned his head out of the window to escape.
Children's intuitions are very sensitive. In fact, their hearts do not have as many twists and turns as adults, and they often follow their intuition.
Although the elder sister was stiff, she did not push her away, nor did she impatiently frighten her with a fierce look in her eyes. Compared with the past, it is more than a hundred times gentler.
Zhang Heling became more courageous, and his whole body leaned towards Zhang Yansheng, and actually... leaned on Zhang Yansheng.
Zhang Yansheng stiffened for a moment. However, she felt that the small body next to her looked like a small animal, and she could smell the faint fragrance on her body. It's the smell of children's skin cream, not as fragrant as adult women's skin care products, but...relaxed and smells good.
But suddenly my arm got wet.
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Are the teardrops that are about to fall still falling
Zhang Yansheng stared at the night scene outside the window and was silent for a moment, then pulled a tissue and stuffed it.
Zhang Heling picked up the tissue in surprise and looked at Zhang Yansheng. The eldest sister looked straight ahead without squinting.
Zhang Heling suddenly laughed, wiped his tears, and blew his nose.
Laughing and crying, children are really annoying, Zhang Yansheng thought.
Back at home, Zhang Huan's anger has not subsided.
"Lock up his game console for me!" He ordered Liang Yingying, and pointed at Zhang Shuocheng's nose, "This summer vacation, give me a good tutoring homework! Look at your bullshit grades last semester! With you, don't go shopping and play mahjong all day long, watch your children learn! The children are born by you, not by the nanny!"
Finally, the scolding came back to Liang Yingying.
Losing face in front of her stepdaughter, Liang Yingying felt resentful. But she relied on men to eat. She knew when she could act coquettishly or even show her temper, and when she had to be a man with her tail between her legs, she answered obediently: "I know, I know, let's go back to the room and talk about it."
Zhang Shuocheng hid behind Liang Yingying, and it was the first time he saw his father get so angry, and his mother didn't open his arms to protect him, so he was cowardly. Although he was not convinced, he didn't dare to say a word.
It was only half a day before Zhang Yansheng was reborn, and when he saw the disintegration of the couple who had stood in front of her together before, it was very meaningless. She was too lazy to look at them, turned around and walked upstairs.
Seeing her sister go upstairs, Zhang Heling immediately adorned it like a little tail: "Sister, wait for me."
The two sisters' bedrooms are on the second floor, next to each other.
Zhang Yansheng strode, Zhang Heling trotted after him, and finally asked her to catch up.
"Elder sister." Zhang Yansheng's attitude was very different from before. Zhang Heling, the little man, hit a snake and stuck to the ground with a stick, "Sister is going to bed now? Well, good night!"
Zhang Yansheng just walked to the door of his bedroom and opened the door.
She stopped and finally turned around to stare at Zhang Heling.
Zhang Heling blinked his big eyes.
"Zhang Heling!" Zhang Yansheng asked with a sullen face, "Why do you follow me all day?"
"Because..." Zhang Heling replied seriously, "I'm your sister?"
Zhang Yansheng: "..."
Zhang Yansheng hugged his arm and asked the little girl, "Do you remember what happened when you were a child?"
Zhang Heling: "Huh?"
"Do you remember when you first came to my house?"
"Emmm... don't really remember..."
"Forget it." Zhang Yansheng turned to go back to his room.
It was rare that my sister was willing to talk to her, and she was so calm, Zhang Heling hurriedly grabbed Zhang Yansheng's skirt: "Remember, remember!"
"Remember, you were only four years old then!" Zhang Yan scolded.
Although the fifteen-year-old Zhang Yansheng often shouted loudly at home, his aura was far inferior to that of the twenty-one-year-old Zhang Yansheng who had already been involved in society. At this moment, Zhang Yansheng's voice was not too loud, but his aura was much stronger than before.
Zhang Heling flinched.
Zhang Yansheng stared at her and asked condescendingly, relying on his height advantage, "Remember what?"
It's hard to answer this, since childhood memories are all scattered and fragmented. Zhang Heling was a little dazed, and didn't know what Zhang Yansheng actually wanted to ask, of course he couldn't answer.
Zhang Yansheng asked: "The first day you and your mother came here, I pushed you down, do you remember this?"
Zhang Heling suddenly realized: "Oh! That, remember!"
"Remember?"
"Yeah! It's the living room on the first floor, right? My back hit the corner of the sofa."
At that time, little people, big and small, can really remember.
Zhang Yansheng said, "I thought you forgot. Since you remember, why do you keep chasing me? Don't you hate me? Aren't you afraid of me?"
"I'm a little scared..." The pink and tender little girl scratched her face and raised her head. "However, although my sister was loud and a little scary at the time, what I remember very clearly is that sister, you... kept crying..."
The elder sister whom I met for the first time in my life was very loud, fierce and a little scary.
But her eyes kept weeping and shedding.
Her mother is dead.
As soon as he died, his mother wanted to be someone else's mother. Zhang Heling felt that if it were him, he would be very angry and sad.
She couldn't hate this fierce sister.
The little girl doesn't have so much heart, she can say what she thinks in her heart.
Wu Liuliu's big eyes are black and white, and even the clearest springs in the world can't match the clarity. This kind of clarity is called innocence.
Zhang Yansheng stared at the little girl, stretched out his hand, and slammed the door shut.