In the end, they still didn't get any dried sweet potatoes.
On this trip that sneaked out, He Yu saw the timing, location, and means of transportation, but he forgot to remind Jiang Mingzhen to bring money.
They worked hard to reach the vegetable market and came back empty-handed.
However, Miss Jiang missed the symptoms of dried sweet potatoes, because they were relieved during this trip.
She no longer sighs.
The two children also successfully ushered in the start of preschool.
Jiang Mingzhen was worried that the annoying things she was worried about did not happen at all. On the contrary, she was very popular in the preschool class.
Everyone in the class knows everyone, as long as you play well with Jiang Mingzhen, you will have delicious food and fun to play.
Jiang Mingzhen has the most toys. The toys she brought to school to play with don't need to be brought home again, and she can give them to anyone who likes them.
Jiang Mingzhen's mother brings some food and drink to their preschool every Friday.
It is said that it is a gift from my daughter, but she always buys more. The weight of "buying more" is enough to divide the teachers and classmates in the class, and there is still a surplus.
Every Friday, Jiang Mingzhen is the little princess who is full of stars in the class.
Attractive food was neatly arranged on her desk, and she began to distribute them under the expectant eyes of the children.
The person who played best with her was the first to be named by Jiang Mingzhen, and the most assigned.
"Live taro, take as much as you want." Jiang Mingzhen was the first one to call, and he was the one who called every time without exception.
Everyone knows that the relationship between He Yu and Jiang Mingzhen is extraordinary.
The two go to and from school together, sit at the same table, and are always together when playing games between classes.
As for the reason, it was spread among the children: He Yu's mother was Jiang Mingzhen's nanny. Jiang Mingzhen's mother brought things every week, and they were all carried by the nanny.
"He Yu is a servant of Jiang Mingzhen's family" It sounds nice.
Even worse, someone said: "He Yu is Jiang Mingzhen's family dog."
There were a few children in the next class who knew Jiang Mingzhen. When He Yu first came to Jiang Mingzhen's house, she asked them to come and play at her house. They were all deeply impressed by He Yu that day.
When Jiang Mingzhen was away, they found He Yu.
"Why are you playing so well with Jiang Mingzhen now?" They were curious.
"Did you really become her dog as they said?"
He Yu couldn't answer.
He grew up to six years old and seemed a little more silent than other six-year-olds.
Compared with Jiang Mingzhen, who has many friends around her, He Yu didn't make a new friend.
The children in the class followed Jiang Mingzhen and called him "Living Taro". Everyone knew he was from the country, and it was funny and fun to learn his accent.
When He Yu tried to resist the person who made fun of him: "Can you stop talking like me?"
The person who made fun of him stuck out his tongue and continued to learn: "Can you stop laughing at me!"
At this time, Jiang Mingzhen was laughing with everyone, and the person who imitated was so similar that she was amused.
She had no way of knowing that deep down in He Yu's heart, he would feel inferior because of being joked about his accent, after all, he had never told her about it. When everyone laughed at him, he always had a calm expression.
Jiang Mingzhen is super happy to be in the same preschool class as He Yu.
She felt that she and He Yutian had a great time here.
During the class break, he was sitting on the seat, holding his box of watercolor brushes that were about to wear out the surface pattern, and she saw him and immediately pulled him up.
"Living taro, don't draw anymore, come kick the shuttlecock with me."
So, the Shuttlecock Kicking Team, which is full of girls, joined a He Yu.
Not long after Jiang Mingzhen learned to kick the shuttlecock, she kicked it once, and the shuttlecock fell to the ground.
After bending down to pick it up a few times, she was almost exhausted.
Accidentally kicking it far away, she asked He Yu who was standing beside her for help: "Can you help me pick up the shuttlecock?"
He picked it up without saying a word.
He Yu was so convenient to use, Jiang Mingzhen unconsciously began to rely on him, asking him to pick it up when he kicked it far away.
Gradually, other girls imitated Jiang Mingzhen and asked He Yu to help pick up the shuttlecock.
This activity develops to the later stage, the girls kicking shuttlecocks must be called He Yu... He is specialized in picking shuttlecocks.
Isn't He Yu the dog raised by Jiang Mingzhen? Even if someone else said it, he couldn't think of words to refute it.
The dog can help the owner pick up the ball, and he can pick up the shuttlecock. He Yu, who is obedient to Jiang Mingzhen, is much more obedient than the dog.
Because of the status of the nanny's son, in the eyes of everyone, including Aunt Fan, the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Mingzhen, and even He Yu herself, he naturally inferior to her.
This identity has been magnified even more when it comes to campuses with more people. Those who join this circle of contempt include classmates and teachers in the school.
It has slowly grown to the point where he feels deeply uncomfortable, and He Yu feels that something is wrong.
"Where did Jiang Mingzhen go? Why didn't you keep an eye on her? Call her back to class." The teacher said to him.
After being called a puppy, He Yu's silent treatment made the joke-loving classmates give him a new nickname, "earth dog".
When Jiang Mingzhen heard about it, she asked why. They said it was because He Yu was the dog of Jiang Mingzhen's family from the countryside.
"Do you think he looks like a puppy, too!" she said. "I already did! His eyes are round like a puppy's, and he's always been so good!"
He Yu liked to play with Jiang Mingzhen, but step by step he became a shadow behind Jiang Mingzhen and lost his name and color.
After his father passed away, in order not to be a burden to his mother, He Yu tried his best to be obedient and obedient, and not to cause trouble. If he was naturally submissive, maybe he could get along with Jiang Mingzhen in peace, but he wasn't.
He Yu's depression was ignited by an incident on Saturday afternoon.
The school teacher left homework for the children to go home and draw. The theme of the painting was "My Friends".
Jiang Mingzhen was going to draw this picture on He Yu's face, but when she went to look for him in the nanny's room, she found that he was out shopping with Aunt Fan.
The box of watercolor pens that he never left was on the table of the sewing machine, and she happened to see it.
Thinking of drawing, her watercolor pens were in the schoolbag on the second floor. Jiang Mingzhen was too lazy to go upstairs to get them, so she took He Yu's watercolor pens away and used them.
When He Yu came back, he saw Jiang Mingzhen who was painting.
While watching TV in the living room, she colored on the paper as she wished, and laughed happily following the sound on the TV.
There are a lot of waste paper for drawing, crumpled up and thrown on the ground.
A few water-colour brushes were used up and left around the paper.
"Why are you using my watercolor pens?"
He Yu saw those pens from a distance, rushed over, and snatched them from her hand.
Her hand was throbbed by him!
"What are you doing?" Jiang Mingzhen rubbed her hands and glared at him: "Can't I borrow yours for a while?"
"no."
Jiang Mingzhen had never heard He Yu speak in such a loud voice.
He covered the watercolor pens and put them back into the box one by one, without looking at her at all.
"Hmph, a cheapskate!" Jiang Mingzhen has never been treated with such an attitude by He Yu, and the eldest lady who had been silent for a long time suddenly became angry: "Your watercolor brushes are so hard to use, after a lot of painting, there will be no water. Well, I don't like to use it yet."
"It was broken by you."
He Yu picked up the watercolor pen that had been thrown on the ground, and tried to draw a line in his hand.
"There's no water..."
He was like a fool, drawing and drawing non-stop, and the pen could no longer paint colors.
Jiang Mingzhen looked at his drooping head, tears as big as beans rolled down from his eyes drop by drop.
He actually cried.
Originally, Jiang Mingzhen was so angry that she was about to lift the table, but seeing him like this, she suddenly felt guilty.
As for? He Yu was woken up countless times by her from his dreams, sometimes very hard, and he wouldn't cry. When she scolded her severely, when she robbed her of things, wasn't that more serious than using his watercolor pen? He didn't even cry.
"If there is no water, there will be no water. I will compensate you." Jiang Mingzhen said magnanimously.
Now that he was crying, she didn't get angry, and didn't care about him this time.
"I still have a lot of your watercolor pens. I have 24 colors, 48 colors, and 72 colors. If you think it's not enough, I can ask my parents to buy ten boxes to compensate you."
He Yu was still crying.
"Did you hear that!" She yelled at him, "Stop crying, please!"
The boy's face turned red from crying, and he sucked in air forcefully, as if he was not breathing well.
Jiang Mingzhen was also made to cry by him.
Her crying was no quieter than his, she was crying hysterically.
The adults noticed the movement in the living room and hurried downstairs to see what happened.
Both children were crying and could not communicate at all.
Aunt Fan came over to take a closer look at the styles of those watercolor pens, and her heart was broken.
"He Yu's father gave him a watercolor pen."
Hearing her son's cry, she also felt pain in her heart: "The lady took it for use, it seems to be worn out."
"Little Jane!"
Jiang Yuan and Xu Meiyin were very clear about the affairs of Aunt Fan's family, so they immediately turned to scold Jiang Mingzhen.
"How can you mess with someone else's stuff?"
"Isn't it... a broken watercolor pen!"
Jiang Mingzhen lay on the ground, rubbed her eyes, kicked her legs, crying out of breath: "You guys are killing me too!"
She didn't understand, she was wronged, and she knew nothing about He Yu's father.
The adults sighed, not knowing where to start talking to her.
I had to apologize to He Yu first.
"He Yu, can uncle and aunt buy you watercolor pens? What kind do you want? Uncle and aunt buy them, and they buy a lot. Don't cry, please forgive Jiang Mingzhen? She..."
That was the most vicious sentence He Yu had ever heard.
"She, whoever doesn't know is innocent."
At the age of six, he still can't fully understand this sentence, he can only understand the meaning.
Because Jiang Mingzhen didn't know, all the wrong things she did should be regarded as nothing, and he wanted to forgive her.
However, his watercolor pen is broken, just that bad, how can there be such a reason in the world
The most expensive, best, and most colorful watercolor pens in the world, they add up, are not worth what his father bought for him.
"I don't want your watercolor pens!" The boy's voice was hoarse, like a small animal with bristling fur, revealing the sharpness of his whole body.
When Jiang Mingzhen was so tired from crying that his wailing turned into sobs, he was still crying.
The surrounding sounds disappeared in his ears, and He Yu was immersed in endless sadness.
Losing his father when he was young, going to a new place, living under the fence, endless nightmares... The broken watercolor pen cut a gap in the repressed emotions. He couldn't stop, he was overwhelmed by everything that had weighed on him this year.
"Ayu, don't cry." Aunt Fan held He Yu's shoulder and wiped his tears.
Even if he usually praised him thousands of times, "You are so good", the Jiang family is not a place where he can lose his temper, and he can't cry anymore.