I'm Wei Jiang. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I've known since I was a kid that I'm different.

I am the second lady of the Wei family, but I sleep in the lower room with my aunt, my father ignores me, my grandmother never holds me in her arms and rubs my head, when I go to greet my mother, although my mother is gentle to me, she is not very close. I saw that they had a completely different attitude towards the eldest sister.

I was very happy when my father first called me to the study. As I walked along the road, I fantasized that my father would also reward me with a few beautiful and rare treasures, just like the ones that my eldest sister said she couldn't finish wearing and gave me......

In the study, the eldest sister sat quietly on her father's lap, and her father was holding her hand and teaching her to write.

I saw the unsightly handwriting on the paper, and thought to myself that if my father had taught me, I would not have been any worse than my sister.

When my father saw me coming, he just nodded faintly.

The eldest sister happily came over and took my hand and said, "Wei Jiang, my father promised you to study with my husband with me." ”

I am happy.

My aunt told me that only if I had the favor of my grandmother and father could I let her live a good life with me. My father asked me to study with my eldest sister, which showed that in my father's mind, he still cared about me.

The days of reading and writing together were very pleasant, I learned to write quickly and wrote better than my sister, and my husband praised me for my intelligence. I excitedly took my words and offered my treasure to my father.

The father glanced at it lightly and said, "The girl can recognize a few words, just learn some principles of how to behave in the world, and you don't need to go to the scientific examination, you don't have to bring it to me in the future......"

I cried so sadly that day that I went back to the small study and crumpled the rice paper. The eldest sister held the pen and said to me, "Wei Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Let's practice calligraphy together, shall we? My father said that if the words are written beautifully, it will make people feel good, the words are like the person, the font is square, and the person is naturally square......"

I finally accepted my fate and understood that my eldest sister's status in my father's mind was not comparable to me after all.

Later, my father invited my eldest sister to teach the piano, and my aunt begged my mother to win a chance to sit in on the piano for me.

That's when my life got darker.

I never knew that it was so difficult to sign a feather in the palace business.

But the eldest sister learns very hard, she seems to have been born to understand the rhythm, and when I was still chewing on the fingering and piano theory, she had already begun to secretly find her father's collection of piano scores to play small songs.

The gentleman apparently preferred her, and took her level as the main criterion for teaching, and gradually I could no longer understand what they were saying, and I could not keep up with their speed. My sister's ten fingers are flying, and the section that Mr. just taught yesterday, she has skillfully played it, and the tone is good.

I knew that my sister was still practicing at night, and I wasn't lazy, but I didn't feel very depressed about learning all the time, and I slowly lost interest, and I fell asleep while reading the score.

My husband was very surprised by my sister's progress, my sister used to learn calligraphy not as good as me, and now she finally has something better than me, she is very proud.

One afternoon we practiced together, and I asked her for advice on a place where I had been playing poorly. She shook her head and sighed before she said it twice, and said to me, "Wei Jiang, you're learning too slowly, I can't wait for you any longer." The gentleman gave me a new score, I need to spend time practicing, you can study it yourself. ”

After saying that, she told the maid to take the harp and leave.

I sat alone under the window of the piano room, crying with shame.

My father doesn't like it, my mother doesn't like it, my grandmother doesn't care about it, and my sister is the closest to me. She stood up for me, helped me fight with my father for the right to read and write, and gave me a lot of beautiful clothes and jewelry, and I thought I could rely on her. But now, even she has abandoned me.

I realized that in this family, no one would love me or tolerate me except my aunt.

From that day on, I rarely shed tears. Because my tears will not be cherished by anyone except my aunt.

I still tried to please my mother, grandmother, and father as I had done before, but I began to distance myself from my sister.

Every time I approached her and listened to her, I was reminded of the shame of being rejected by her that afternoon.

That's the person I used to treat with all my heart, and she disappointed me so much.

My sister didn't care about my alienation, she still laughed with me, still took my hand, made an intimate appearance, but she couldn't see it, and I didn't have a smile on my face anymore. I think she has always been like this, and she never cared if I was happy or not. She gets along with me, but she only cares about herself.

She looked at me strangely: "Wei Jiang, why don't you ignore people, it's rude to do this......"

Scold! She called me rude!

Two years later, my mother passed away, and my sister's temperament changed drastically, and she was silent and refused to even step out of the room.

It was my proudest day. My aunt finally had a separate place to live, and my life changed for the better, and most of the invitations sent by the ladies of the family were sent by me, and I was the only one who accompanied my grandmother. I became the only Miss Wei known to the world. My sister was guessed and slandered, and everyone in the world knew that the eldest lady of the Wei family had a strange temperament and was not easy to get along with, and Huo Linlin, the young lady of the Huo family, who was the best friend of her, wanted to come to comfort her, but they all ate a lot of closed-door soup, and everyone said that my sister didn't know what to do.

My father talked to me the most in those years. Because my sister disappointed him, he naturally saw my goodness.

After my father continued the strings, my stepmother valued me very much, and every time I went to ask for peace, I would talk a lot to her, she was the director of the house, and I learned a lot of things from the side, and she also trusted me and was willing to leave some of these things to me alone.

But I didn't expect her to tolerate her aunt.

My aunt has been snubbed by my father for many years, and she has become a thorn in my stepmother's side, and my stepmother wants to dispose of my aunt, I knelt outside and cried for no use, but it was my sister who came forward to save my aunt.

My aunt often told me that my sister was good, and let me learn to please my sister, but I would rather please everyone than bow my head in front of my sister.

I was forced to apologize to my sister that time, and I felt very wronged. My sister has taken all the good things in the house, and she has taken advantage of everyone's favor, and I am the same father's child as her, how unfair is this to me? Seeing that I have been left out in the cold for so many years, and that things have changed for the better, can I tolerate her taking everything from me again?

That's when my stepmom got her heart set on me. Her mother's nephew, the son of a merchant who didn't know how to learn, even framed me for making a private agreement with him for life. My father was so angry that he almost killed me with the wrong hand. Disheartened, I thought about it a hundred times.

But my sister won't let me die.

She forced her way in and rescued me.

I think I should be grateful, but on the contrary, I am full of grievances.

Why did I beg so hard, and even die in exchange for my father's trust and pity, but my sister's fluttering words could easily make my grandmother and father change their minds?

Is there anything more heart-wrenching in this world than this kind of hurt? I am also my father's daughter and I am also my grandmother's granddaughter!