"I just want to ask you, what do you give me this for?"

Rolling the jar to the foot of the bed, Jiang Haoyue didn't even look at it: "Return it to you, it was originally yours."

Lu Miao was so angry: "I'm not allowed to pay it back. I'll leave this to your house. I'll eat it when I come over."

She ignored the details and directly grasped the key points: "Jiang Haoyue, are you trying to break up with me by doing this!"

The most desolate little girl in the world had tears in her eyes, and every word was weeping blood. It seemed that it was the opposite Jiang Haoyue who took the initiative to say "I'm not good to you", not Lu Miao herself.

Jiang Haoyue was rendered speechless by her accusation by the wicked person, and she did not dare to refute her for a while, for fear that she would burst into tears.

Seeing that Jiang Haoyue did not speak, Lu Miao was certain that he had acquiesced, and the grievances in his heart became even stronger.

She remembered what her parents said, and she moved out to teach Jiang Haoyue: "It's not a big deal! Why are you doing this? Why are you so bad-tempered!"

Lu Miao was an empty paper tiger. She was loud at best, not to ask for trouble, but Jiang Haoyue never let her go down the stairs.

"Well, I have a bad temper, so it's good to break up. You don't want to be my friend anyway, do you? You hate me too."

"What is it?" Lu Miao grabbed the word and exploded: "You don't want to be my friend, do you? You hate me!"

"Yes." Jiang Haoyue admitted generously.

"You, you!" She stretched out a finger from the quilt and pointed at him trembling: "How can you do this!"

He asked her back, "Why can't I do this?"

Lu Miao couldn't believe the ruthlessness of the ruthless man: "Then you are not my friend. You came to my house for dinner today and asked me if I wanted to eat meat..."

Jiang Haoyue interrupted her: "It doesn't have to be friends, you and I are just people we know, neighbors, that kind of thing."

Hearing his words, Lu Miao felt more and more terrifying. She threw the quilt away, rushed over and hugged Jiang Haoyue.

The boy was not much bigger than her, and leaning on crutches, he was hugged by her and fell straight to the bed.

Fortunately, the mattress wasn't completely firm, and the injured part rubbed slightly, causing pain.

"Lu Miao!" Jiang Haoyue pushed her.

"No, no, I don't agree with what you said," Lu Miao closed his eyes tightly, hugging him and not letting go: "I want to be your friend."

Jiang Haoyue stared at the ceiling and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he opened his mouth, his eyes still looking at the blank white.

The little boy's voice was immature, but his words were deep.

"Why... if you want, I have to agree? You and I are friends, it is a kind of charity for you, and I, who have been given charity, have no other choice but to accept it gratefully?"

"Can't I refuse this charity if I don't want to? Why should I be your friend?"

"Lu Miao, why do you think you have a choice, but I don't have to?"

His words were so profound that Lu Miao didn't even understand the meaning of the word alms, so how could he possibly answer his question.

She is eight years old this year, and she said "yes" and "don't" purely out of a spoiled domineering. Because I was eager to express my wishes, I blurted out "I want to be your friend". No matter how deep the meaning is, she didn't think about it at all.

When Lu Miao grew up, when she recalled this incident, she only vaguely understood what was the unwillingness and entanglement in Little Jiang's heart at this moment.

Something happened around him that made him feel uncomfortable. Even at this moment, he didn't express enough, but he was uncomfortable.

That's about self-esteem.

The adults laughed and said, "What kind of self-esteem do children have?" But the children did.

"Xiao Jiang is so pitiful, Miao Miao, you have to play with him and don't make him feel lonely."

"Don't be friends with Jiang Haoyue? No, we won't allow it."

"Can you keep up with the course? It's okay to study for an extra year. The school understands that your situation is special."

Jiang Haoyue was forced to receive "compassion" from all sides, whether he needed it or didn't need it, in their eyes, it was as if he had lost a leg, and since then he was inferior.

They give special care and give what they think is best for him. So what if he doesn't accept this choice?

Why not accept it? That's the best. It was given to him, he should take it.

Chapter 8 Trained

Jiang Haoyue's series of questions made Lu Miao understand only one thing - he was serious about breaking up with him.

She bounced off his bed and punched him in the stomach with a quick punch.

Run when you're done.

The door to the outside opened and closed, and the wind blowing in was cold.

Jiang Haoyue was a little hurt by her beating, and she lay down for a while while covering her stomach before recovering.

In fact, his judgment of her was biased. Lu Miao had never let him go because he lost a leg.

If she really hates him, no matter how her parents persuade her, she won't play with him if she doesn't play with him. Seeing the affection of her parents and making friends with others, this level of thinking is too advanced for her, and she will not do it.

The quilt was warmed by Lu Miao, and the temperature was very comfortable.

Jiang Haoyue was lying down, tired, and vaguely remembered before going to sleep...

Lu Miao still didn't take the chocolate jar with her.

After sneaking out to catch a cold, plus full of worries, Lu Miao slept extremely poorly all night.

The next day, she was woken up by Lin Wenfang's inquiring voice.

With a "swoosh", the curtains were pulled open, and the dazzling sunlight poured down.

Her eyes were uncomfortable, Lu Miao grabbed her hands in the air a few times, and half-awake shouted, "Turn off the lights, turn off the lights."