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"No, I must watch my favorite Journey to the West." Lu Miao stared at the screen intently. at the table
Food
Food, she was unmoved.
When it comes to whether she really likes to watch it... Every time it is time for Ultraman Bodega, Lu Miao carries the remote control and keeps scanning the clock on the wall with the corner of her eye.
"Why don't you go see Ultraman?" Lu Yongfei sincerely suggested to her daughter Mo Ruofu.
"No!" Lu Miao whispered and lied to herself: "I like to watch Journey to the West the most."
Chapter 6 Contradiction
A person who wished to live at Jiang Haoyue's house 24 hours a day now watches TV in his own home after school.
Before Jiang Haoyue took a bath, she was so vigilant that she stuck her ear to the door; now she deliberately staggers the time of bathing with him, accidentally bumped into him in the corridor, and pretended not to know him.
At such an obvious level, everyone with long eyes could see that the two little brats were in conflict.
Even Jiang Yi, who is not at home, asked Jiang Haoyue uncomfortably, "Why doesn't the little sister next door come to see you?"
"It's best not to come," Jiang Haoyue responded coldly: "I can't read when she comes."
Jiang Yi lit a cigarette and embarrassed him with a smile: "Oh, you don't want people to come, who do you keep the chocolate in the room for?"
The plastic jars on the table were filled with unknowingly.
Someone will bring it every time he comes, and it is for him to eat.
Seeing that he didn't eat, someone sighed hypocritically, "If you don't eat it, it will expire, what a waste if it expires." He said, "Then you help me eat", she said "Okay, okay", and then ate it decisively.
Jiang Haoyue glanced at the jar and turned around: "She brought it here originally. I didn't like it so I didn't touch it."
"Oh?"
Jiang Yi exhaled and narrowed his eyes in the smoke.
"Yes. Your character is like your mother..."
After careful consideration, he found the exact adjective: "a stone that is not hot."
Jiang Haoyue didn't speak, and let him talk in pieces.
"When you were in kindergarten, the teacher asked me to talk to the school. The teacher said that there was a child in the school who liked you very much. He gave you toys to play with, and shared lunch with you. He wanted to play games with you, but you don't like people. I was stunned and ignored others. The child was made to cry by you, the teacher asked me to say, 'Jiang Haoyue's character needs to be taught more and learn to get along with other children, otherwise he will enter elementary school, middle school, and society in the future. What a big loss'. I was thinking while listening to it, I'm not like this, who is your character like? Later, I realized that it was like your mother. "
"That teacher is wrong, and you won't suffer. Because it's not that you can't get along with people, you can, and you're not willing to do that."
I don't know which sentence he said was about the sadness, but his voice choked up as he spoke, his tone was both unwilling and distressed.
"No matter how nice someone treats you, you don't like what you don't like. You won't remember those good things at all, and you won't feel guilty for not being able to repay at all."
Jiang Yi reached out and touched his son's hair, sighing: "Your mother hasn't raised you for a long time, but you just let her go. Back then, I loved her so much, and if she wanted, I could give her my life...but she didn't want it. , she despised."
"Dad," Jiang Haoyue didn't like to hear him talk about his mother, and interrupted him directly: "I'm not feeling well, can you go out and smoke?"
It's not that Jiang Haoyue is sensitive, it's just that Jiang Yi tends to get emotional when he mentions his ex-wife, and the whole person becomes rambunctious.
He understood that his son was chasing him, and Jiang Yi pinched the cigarette.
Before leaving the room, he walked over to Jiang Haoyue and squeezed the child's thin shoulder: "After the car accident, your temperament hasn't changed at all."
There was obvious clarity in his words: "But that's good."
On Lu Miao's side, he was reading Journey to the West more seriously than the exam questions before the end of the term.
This analogy is not quite appropriate, she usually does not review before the end of the term. To be serious, at most seriously pray to the Buddha, she will be able to take the test in the test paper.
These days, Jiang Haoyue had never taken the initiative to show her kindness once. Lu Miao realized the sixteen-character life motto that restrained her from the gray heartbreak.
Lu Yongfei and his wife were the first to find out about the unpleasant things between the two children.
Usually when ask Jiang Haoyue to come for dinner, he usually comes, but now he always says something is wrong and politely refuses.
Lin Wenfang cooked something delicious and asked Lu Miao to send it over, trying to ease their relationship. Lu Miao also had a stubborn temper, and said viciously, "Even if you kill me, I won't go."
Asked Lu Miao what happened, and after several days of intimidation and coercion, she finally said it.
"Jiang Haoyue is a cheapskate! I wanted to watch his "Journey to the West", and he said that my hands were dirty and would not let me touch it. Later, I clearly licked it clean, but he still wouldn't let me. Jiang Haoyue is too stingy!"
Lu Miao deliberately concealed the part where Jiang Haoyue said she couldn't read the book, lest her parents think what Jiang Haoyue said was reasonable.
The two parents now realized that why their daughter suddenly became a fan of "Journey to the West" these days, the reason was Jiang Haoyue.
Lu Yongfei took the lead in expressing his position on the matter: "Look, how many times I told you to wash your hands after eating. In your own book, there are chocolate, biscuit crumbs, soy sauce, all kinds of miscellaneous marks, and it is outrageously dirty. If you lick your hand, it's full of saliva. If I were Xiao Jiang, I wouldn't let you touch my book, I would have the heart to throw you out."
Lin Wenfang followed him: "Why do you say you don't have to touch other people's "Journey to the West"? You don't read the book, and you can't understand it."