Jiang Weixian has changed a lot compared to before. When he was not restrained by Bai Han and Jiang Zhijie, he was a little naughty. Although he sometimes did wrong things, he was smart and lively.
Now he became very dull, the lively light in his eyes disappeared. He huddled on the sofa beside Bai Han, not talking to other people, only replying to what others said.
Not only Chu Xia noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Weixian, but Zhang Lu and Cen Huaian, who often played with him, could see that something was wrong with him even better.
The two of them looked at each other, with the same worry in their eyes.
Zhang Lu stood up from the sofa, smiled and pulled Jiang Weixian: "Weixian, An An and I are going to play with Brother Youxuan, you come with us."
Jiang Weixian's eyes moved, and just as he was about to open his mouth, Bai Han pulled his arm back, raised his head and said to Zhang Lu calmly: "Lulu, you and An An go play. Weixian doesn't know how to play chess. I won't join you in the fun."
The light in Jiang Weixin's eyes dimmed again, and his head continued to lower, feeling as dull as a puppet.
Zhang Lu's eyes were filled with more worry. But Bai Han was the elder, and Jiang Weixian was her son, so Zhang Lu couldn't force Jiang Weixian to leave.
At this time, Grandpa Jiang spoke up: "Bai Han, playing chess is an elegant activity that cultivates people's minds. It's boring for a child to sit in the living room with adults. Let him go out and play with his brothers and sisters."
Grandpa Jiang didn't want to interfere with Bai Han's child discipline, but he couldn't just watch Bai Han discipline Jiang Weixian until he didn't behave like a normal child at all.
The elders had spoken, so even if Bai Han was reluctant, he had no choice but to let Jiang Weixian go out. However, Jiang Weixian didn't have to study today, so Bai Han wasn't that reluctant.
As soon as they left Grandpa Jiang's house, Zhang Lu pulled Jiang Weixian aside and asked, "How are you doing in the junior high school you transferred to? I can see that you don't look happy at all."
Jiang Weixian looked at Zhang Lu, pursed his lips, and tears seemed to be about to flow out of his eyes: "Sister, I'm so tired."
He didn't walk any further, but sat on the green stone in front of Grandpa Jiang's door. They often played here when they were young.
Zhang Lu stood beside him, with distress in his eyes, and said anxiously: "I'll go talk to your mother and tell her not to force you anymore!"
As she said this, she was about to walk into the yard. Zhang Lu always kept his word and was fearless.
"No!" Jiang Weixian quickly reached out and grabbed her, and Cen Huaian also grabbed her other arm.
"Sister, if you go now, it will only make Weixian's situation worse."
Zhang Lu knew this, but seeing Jiang Weixian in so much pain, she really didn't know what to do.
She scratched her head in pain, and her already short hair became even more messy.
"Sister, Brother An An is right, you can't look for my mother."
Jiang Weixin was really about to suffocate.
If it weren't for the National Day holiday, and my great-grandfather asked everyone in the family to come over, he would still be locked up at home studying, without any time for himself.
He now has no friends, no entertainment, and only studies in his life. He studies as soon as he opens his eyes and has no room to breathe.
"How could my aunt do this?"
After listening to this, Zhang Lu felt sympathy and anger: "A mule needs a carrot to pull the millstone. If you just study, you will become stupid."