Holding a rabbit in one hand and a baguette in the other, Wang Jiexiang stood in the darkness.
She tilted her head and listened carefully. It seems to hear someone talking, the voice is coming from far away, what is said is not clear.
"Did you hear it?"
"Um."
Feeling in the dark, they walked forward in the direction of the sound.
Suddenly, the hand holding the rabbit lightened, and at the same moment, Wang Jiexiang kicked a board.
"Yin Xian?"
No one answered, and it seemed like last time, he wasn't here anymore.
Stretching forward with her free hand, she touched something round, like a handle.
Hold it and turn right. Sure enough, it was the door, and it was opened.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Jiexiang stepped in.
The door opened and closed again, and the voices of nearby voices grew louder.
The too much light in the room made her unable to see. Wang Jiexiang covered her eyes with her hands, and it took her a while to get used to it.
A man and a woman were arguing not far away, you talking to me, accompanied by the sound of things hitting the floor.
Wang Jiexiang looked at her palm and the small baguette she was holding, and knew that she had shrunk into a child again.
where is she
Look up and look around: a spotlessly clean room, single bed, bookcase, writing desk.
Walking to the desk, Wang Jiexiang put his hand on the desk. The table is made of wood with a glass surface. Between the gap between the glass and the table was a class schedule and a table full of certificates.
The certificate closest to her read: [Congratulations to Yin Xian, who won the three best students in this year's class].
It seems that this is Yin Xian's room.
So who is it that is arguing
Wang Jiexiang walked to the door, quietly opened the door a gap, and looked outside.
A boy who looked like a primary school student was sitting at the dinner table doing his homework with his back to her. The door of the room next to him was closed, and the sound of the quarrel came from there.
Wang Jiexiang had a strange thought: Are Yin Xian's parents the ones arguing? If so, how could he sit outside and listen to them arguing so calmly? Under normal circumstances, you should persuade me to fight, right
"boom!!!"
I don't know what hit the floor, rolled to the ground with a grunt, and the quarreling room suddenly fell silent.
After half a minute, the female voice said.
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Yin Zhengming, if it wasn't for Yin Xian, if it wasn't because of his young age, I would leave you with this marriage."
The man did not speak.
The door of the room opened from the inside, and Wang Jiexiang stepped back subconsciously.
The tall woman came out, not looking at the child doing homework. Opening the door of their house directly, she walked out and closed the door heavily.
The nib of the boy's pen paused because of the loud closing sound, and then he buried his head and continued to write.
After a while, the man in the room also came out.
He had palm prints on his face, was unshaven and depressed. Walking to the dining room, he sat on the sofa and turned on the TV with a look of irritability.
The old-fashioned TV is playing film and television dramas, and the smiles of the actors are exaggerated. The man stared at the TV screen, silently and indifferently.
The atmosphere outside was weird, and even Wang Jiexiang who was hiding in Yin Xian's room felt depressed.
After a long time, Yin Xian put down the pen, moved it a little bit, and turned around.
Wang Jiexiang saw his face. Yin Xian, who is in elementary school, has panicked eyes. His bangs are too long, covering his eyes; his mouth is thin and bloodless. Compared with the last time, he has grown up a lot, but his temperament has not changed. Wang Jiexiang thinks of a little sparrow that is wet by the rain on a typhoon day, and Yin Xian resembles it.
"dad… "
Facing the man, he spoke cautiously.
"No need to go, looking for mother?"
The man took the remote control to switch channels, and before the TV screen switched, he kept pressing the switch button.
The picture on the screen freezes one by one.
"How many times have I told you that children don't care about adults' affairs and concentrate on reading your book."
Yin Xian lowered his eyes and turned to the dining table.
"Have you finished the math problems you were asked to do? Your personality is inherited from your mother, and you have to grind and procrastinate for a long time when it comes to big things."
The man stood up muttering, and grabbed the exercise book in his hand.
After scanning a few lines, he frowned, and slapped the booklet directly on the back of Yin Xian's head.
"The third big question is wrong again."
The book is covered, one after another, covering the child's head. He sat upright, didn't know how to hide, and leaned against each other abruptly.
"Wrong again, wrong again."
"So stupid that I wonder if you are my child, why are you so stupid?"
Wang Jiexiang was startled.
She holds a weapon, but it is difficult to decide her next step, whether to rush out to help Yin Xian.
Originally, she planned to stand still, but she observed who was going to harm Yin Xian, and when that person appeared, she slipped over from behind and gave him a stick. She didn't expect to encounter the current situation. That was the family, that was his father, and it wasn't something that could be solved with a few words and a quick knife.
Yin Xian was crying, his mouth was tightly closed, and tears fell down one by one.
He must not want to cry, his eyes were red with tears, and the tears welled up, and he consciously raised his hand to wipe them away.
But he was still scolded by his father.
"Cry, cry, cry all day long. Crying is the most useless thing. Cowardly people cry all the time."
The exercise book was smashed, and his father hadn't had enough of it yet.
Yin Xian sat on the chair with his thin back bent. Unable to stop sobbing, he had to shrink his face away, out of sight.
"What right do you have to cry? I lack your food or your clothes? Are you dead father or mother? I am training you and cultivating you. I have strict requirements on you. I have worked hard to make money, for this family, you have everything others have, and you are not satisfied? What are you wronged? Put on a deformed look for who? "
He grabbed Yin Xian's hair, shook him, and chattered endlessly.
"I hate seeing you as a wimp when I go home every day, crying and crying, can you not be so fragile."
"Hello!"
Kicking open the door of the room, Wang Jiexiang waved the baguette, resounding every word.
"If you hit him again, I will call the police and arrest you."
She couldn't take it anymore. Even though she knew that her behavior might be reckless, and her help might be self-righteous, but she really couldn't bear it, and watched the children being beaten and scolded.
Under Yin Zhengming's astonished eyes, Wang Jiexiang stepped forward generously and protected Yin Xian behind him.
"Who are you? Why are you at my house?"
The man was much taller than Wang Jiexiang, she raised her chin, crossed her hips ferociously, and glared at him with her nostrils, her aura was not inferior to him at all.
"I am..." Wang Jiexiang made up nonsense without blushing, "The daughter of the next door."
"Next door?" Yin Zhengming looked her up and down: "How did you come into my house?"
"From the window, the balcony window."
Wang Jiexiang threw the baguette into his arms: "My mother asked me to deliver bread to your house, and I want to take Yin Xian out to play."
After finishing speaking, she dragged Yin Xian out of the door regardless of Yin Zhengming's consent or not.
"Wait a minute."
He called to stop.
Wang Jiexiang tried desperately, but Yin Xian refused to leave.
Yin Zhengming opened his wallet, took out a five-yuan bill, and handed it to Yin Xian.
"Like other kids, be happy every day, play and laugh. There are so many kids riding bicycles in the community, I bought you a bicycle, and you ride it too."
He softened his tone. Yin Xian hadn't recovered from the severe scolding, and he didn't dare to look him in the eye.
That submissive expression once again angered Yin Zhengming.
"What a freak. With a stinky face all day long, he will just stay at home dull and dull. If you don't want to go out, you just go back and continue doing the questions."
Yin Xian grabbed his trousers and lowered his head.
"How can you talk to a child like that?"
Wang Jiexiang pushed Yin Zhengming away from the child.
She looked at Yin Xian, who was young, dull and ashamed. He lowered his head, took a step, picked up the exercise book that was thrown on the floor, and walked back to the desk full of homework.
The little palm pressed the exercise book as hard as possible, flattening its corners. With loose hair covering his eyes, Yin Xian began to revise the third big question that his father said he did wrong.
There is such a bright sun outside, and the children running around are laughing and laughing happily.
The quiet Yin Xian curled up in the corner of the dining room to do some math. His body is forgotten by the sun, a patch of shadow piled between books; he doesn't care to let the gray creep up his back and grow moss.
"Go, follow me."
Blocking his exercise book, she firmly interlocked her fingers with him.
Yin Xian shook his head at her and pulled his hand away.
Wang Jiexiang's heart was broken.
"You look at me."
She cupped his face. Looking at each other, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes again.
The disobedient tears instantly made the child embarrassed, and Wang Jiexiang comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay."
"Listen to me, Yin Xian Yin Xian."
Facing his wet eyes, she straightened his forehead hair and wiped away his tears.
"It's okay to cry, it's normal. You're not deformed, you're not a freak, don't be afraid."
She hugged him, with a serious expression like a principal speaking, like a dean.
She told him very seriously.
"You don't know how good you are, from head to toe, from beginning to end..."
"Yin Xian, you are the best."
"You are this!" Wang Jiexiang showed a big thumb, which covered Yin Xian's face, to authenticate him.
"People all over the world should like you, like you like a vacation, like you like giving money. All those who don't like you, that's because they have a problem, they have aesthetic defects! They have a sick mind!"
Yin Zhengming didn't like Wang Jiexiang in the first place, and when he heard her insinuating and scolding him, he just had a reason to kick her out.
"You child is really uneducated. First you climbed onto the balcony to enter other people's houses, and now you teach my children to speak nonsense. Where are your parents? I have to take you..."
Wang Jiexiang winked at Yin Xian.
Now she was able to pull him, with a light and delicate pull, he followed her and jumped from the chair to the floor.
"Yin Xian!"
Yin Zhengming shouted loudly and blocked their way.
Wang Jiexiang stepped on his feet, bent over, avoided his arms, and led Yin Xian towards the gate.
"It's running away again."
As the wind blew past her ears, she seemed to be hallucinating, and actually felt that an adult Yin Xian was talking to herself.
In the familiar half-smile tone, he said.
"Can you have something new, Fatty Wang?"
look back.
Only primary school student Yin Xian held her hand firmly.
Before they knew it, they ran through the third floor and arrived downstairs. He was exhausted and out of breath.