Xu Meiyin brought Jiang Mingzhen back to her room, but she was still not happy.
He Yu didn't apologize to her!
Last time he offended her by saying that she looked like a ghost. In the end he helped her pick up the bear and told her he was sorry, and it was a long time before she was going to forgive him.
This time it was more serious than last time!
Jiang Mingzhen stopped crying and calmed down, feeling deeply that she hadn't performed well just now.
"Living taro hurts my hands. Moreover, he uses his pen every day. He used it without water. I just used it for a few strokes. How can I say that I have worn it out without water? Obviously he..."
"Jiang Mingzhen!" Xu Meiyin lowered her face and called her name very seriously.
"Hmph." Jiang Mingzhen's mouth was pouted high enough to fit a soy sauce bottle.
"If it were you, someone broke your watercolor pen, how would you feel?"
She answered as a matter of course: "I don't care, anyway, I have a lot of watercolor pens."
Xu Meiyin sighed, thinking of giving a more appropriate example: "Did someone break your favorite toy?"
"I'll tell him to pay me one. If he doesn't pay, I'll tell my parents and tell you to buy me another one that's exactly the same."
Jiang Mingzhen grew up in a wealthy family. She has doting parents and has never suffered. It is very difficult for her to think from He Yu's point of view. There is no similarity between his life and hers.
Fortunately, Xu Meiyin has the patience to teach her.
"I don't promise to buy it for you. You will never have the same toy again. What will you do?"
Jiang Mingzhen was stubborn and refused to let go: "Then I'll find my father."
"What I'm saying is, if your dad and I, one day we can't buy you anything, and you can never get your favorite toy back. What will you do?"
Her mother tried to put Jiang Mingzhen in He Yu's place, and let her understand that He Yu's crying happened for a reason. Jiang Mingzhen is not stupid, she can hear what her mother means, but if she admits that He Yu did nothing wrong, then she will be the one who did wrong.
"You'll buy it for me."
Reasoning with her is like playing the piano to a cow.
In the past, Xu Meiyin had given up preaching at this moment. She felt that the child was still young, and it would not be too late to tell her when she was older. But looking at her six-year-old daughter, she suddenly felt that maybe it was too late to teach her now.
Since when, her daughter has become so unlovable.
"You did something terribly wrong today."
Giving up asking her to find out the mistake by herself, Xu Meiyin pointed it out directly.
"First, you borrowed other people's things and didn't tell them in advance. Second, it was a watercolor pen that was very important to He Yu, and you broke it. Third, you didn't apologize to him after you broke it, but instead Crying and making a fuss, blaming him for fussing over a molehill."
Jiang Mingzhen didn't understand: "Why can't I take the live taro?"
Xu Meiyin asked her back: "Why can you take it? Have I taught you to ask others if they are willing before borrowing something?"
Yes taught. Jiang Mingzhen would ask, assuming the other party was a classmate at school, she would definitely say hello in advance to borrow something; but if the other party was He Yu, Jiang Mingzhen would not notify in advance.
It became a habit for her to snatch his things. From the moment He Yu obediently gave her his dried sweet potatoes, the last boundary between "he" and "I" disappeared, and his things were equal to hers.
"Okay," Jiang Mingzhen admitted, "I made a little mistake."
"It's more than a little bit. As I said, it was a serious mistake. His watercolor pen was given to him by his father. Do you know... He Yu's father is no longer in this world."
"Ah? Then where did he go?" She asked innocently, completely unaware of the heaviness involved.
Xu Meiyin chose not to shy away from talking about the unfortunate things with her daughter. But Jiang Mingzhen's understanding of death is quite simple. Death was far away from her young parents, farther away from her, as far away as if it would never come.
Her mother let out a breath and leaned back in the chair.
"Not going anywhere, he's just not coming back."
Jiang Mingzhen was silent.
She ponders in silence, the notion of never coming back.
"After his father passed away, He Yu couldn't sleep well every night. Don't you understand that? He always had nightmares at night. According to Aunt Fan, He Yu was also at the construction site when He Yu's father had an accident. He is such a poor kid..."
"So," Jiang Mingzhen remembered, "he always calls 'Dad' in his nightmares, and he misses his dad very much?"
"That's right. When you came to your parents' place, you joked that He Yu wanted to sleep with Aunt Fan. You are the same age as He Yu, and you have already shared a room with us, and you can sleep like a piggy in your own room." But, Xiaozhen, you can sleep peacefully because you know that your home is safe, and your parents will protect you no matter what happens. But what about He Yu? This is not his home, and his father is gone."
Xu Meiyin spoke every word gently, but Jiang Mingzhen's head lowered as she spoke.
She recalled that He Yu was haunted by the nightmare, his face was pale, and an indescribable sadness suddenly hit her heart.
"Xiaozhen, I hope you can listen to what my mother said today. In the future, you should know how to cherish and respect He Yu. You are the master in our family. The status of master is not for you to bully others. You should Be polite to He Yu, let him give priority to his feelings."
Xu Meiyin's words were rather esoteric, but Jiang Mingzhen felt that she understood.
She nodded to her mother, very hard.
…
Jiang Mingzhen planned to apologize to He Yu.
Since the little princess was born, the number of times she has apologized to others can be counted on one's fingers.
The last time she apologized was to her mother.
After watching the prank scenes in the movie, Jiang Mingzhen thought it was fun, so she tried it on her mother. One day the family of three went shopping. In the public, Jiang Mingzhen slipped beside her mother and lifted her mother's skirt up... A thin-skinned lady like Xu Meiyin has never made such an ugly appearance outside, but she is the culprit The culprit was her own daughter, she had nowhere to vent her anger. After returning home, she hid in her room and cried.
Jiang Mingzhen apologized to her mother for her mistake, and stretched out her hand, but she slapped her palm ten times.
That's how it went.
"Correct when you know a mistake, you are still a good child." The adult taught her like this.
Jiang Mingzhen thought: If she knows her mistakes, she can correct them, and she can still be happy with He Yu like before.
On the second day after being educated by her mother, Jiang Mingzhen asked Xu Meiyin to take her to a department store.
She He Yu carefully selected a new box of watercolor pens, 72 colors.
Jiang Mingzhen insisted on the most packaged one to show the sincerity of her apology. Picking up a box of watercolor pens, the size of their schoolbags, the rows of bright colors looked quite impressive.
Jiang Mingzhen was straightforward when buying watercolor pens, and she delayed giving them for a full week.
For a week, He Yu didn't talk to her, neither at home nor at school.
At home, He Yu has that narrow nanny's room that can be closed.
But at school... she was his only playmate at school, and she was also his deskmate. He doesn't talk to Jiang Mingzhen, even Jiang Mingzhen can't think of who he can talk to.
The truth is, he did.
Unless the teacher asked questions in class, Aunt Fan talked to him, and the Patriarch of the Jiang family greeted him, He Yu did not open his mouth the rest of the time.
In Jiang Mingzhen's eyes, it seemed that he hadn't spoken to anyone for a whole week.
In the past, he would draw when he was bored by himself, but with his watercolor pen, He Yu doesn't even draw now.
He observed the world silently, like a wooden man without a mouth.
Jiang Mingzhen procrastinated on the matter of "apology", and the more she procrastinated, the more difficult it was for her to speak, especially to He Yu's expressionless face.
According to her past practice, she might make things difficult for He Yu, so that he has to talk to her first: for example, deliberately knocking his chair open;
However, she knew that she had done something wrong this time.
She felt guilty in her heart, looking at He Yu who was alone, she felt even more pitiful for him. So when she got along with him, she was also embarrassed and cautious.
"As long as He Yu says a word to me, I will apologize to him immediately!" Holding this thought, Jiang Mingzhen spent a week feeling uncomfortable.
It seems that He Yu will not talk to her first.
It's another Saturday, the house is empty, and the adults are away.
There are classmates watching at school, so it is not suitable to apologize, and if there are other people in the family, it is also not suitable to apologize... Jiang Mingzhen weighed it, this moment is undoubtedly the best time to apologize.
So picking up her 72-color watercolor pen, the little princess tiptoed downstairs.
The door of the nanny's room was closed tightly, and it was quiet inside.
Putting her ear to the door and listening for a while, she finally heard a "rustling" sound of flipping a book.
— Huh, great, He Yu is at home.
Jiang Mingzhen took a few deep breaths and knocked on the door.
"..."
No one came to open it.
She kept knocking.
When Jiang Mingzhen knocked on the door and was about to fall apart, the people inside remained unmoved.
Jiang Mingzhen opened the door by herself...
He Yu was indeed there.
He sat by the sewing machine and read a book.
"Haha, it turns out that Aunt Fan didn't lock the door, what a coincidence."
It was as if Auntie Fan had locked it once before, she couldn't be more clear that she had always been able to come in and out freely, and it sounded blunt to herself.
"Ahem, huh? What are you looking at? You are looking very seriously."
Jiang Mingzhen knew what he was looking at just by looking at the cover.
"Children's Books: Things You Can't Do"—that book was published by their school and used in health education classes.
He Yu didn't raise his head, didn't reply, he just regarded her as air.
Jiang Mingzhen's anger level gradually increased.
Carrying a conspicuous 72-color watercolor pen in his hand. Neither is she standing here, nor is she walking.
"this is for you."
She picked up the watercolor pen and threw it on his book, strongly trying to arouse his attention.
Now, He Yu finally looked at her.
Jiang Mingzhen wanted to talk to him again, but she didn't want to appear too humble and be looked down upon by him. She held her chin high, pretending to be understated.
"I listened to my mother and came to apologize to you. This new box of watercolor pens is yours. If there is any dissatisfaction..."
She stretched out her hands straight and let him hit him.
"You can do whatever you want with me."
Having said that, Jiang Mingzhen didn't think He Yu would really hit her.
She stood motionless, waiting for his reaction.
He Yu pulled the book out from under the watercolor brush and closed it.
"You said that." He stood up and hooked the corners of his mouth.
Then, He Yu looked at Jiang Mingzhen and raised his hand...
That hand patted her chest.
Article 1 of "Children's Books: Things You Can't Do": Boys are not allowed to touch girls' private parts. Private parts refer to places that will be covered when wearing a swimsuit... (picture: cartoon boy puts his hand on the girl's) On the chest, the girl turned pale with fright. A big red cross was marked on the accompanying picture.)
As the old saying goes, three years old is old, and seven years old is old.
Six-year-old He Yu has been able to learn from the wrong demonstration of health books and make such a feat.
It can be seen that in the future, he will be an out-and-out bastard.