When Zhong Nuanyang returned home, his stepfather had already gotten off work and was accompanying his daughter to practice calligraphy in the room. When she pushed the door, she almost hit Zhou Gang's back, and her stepfather turned around and hurriedly pulled out the chair, let her in a little restrainedly, and retreated out under her daughter's lingering gaze, while telling Zhong Nuanyang to rest with some caution.

Looking at Zhou Yun's somewhat lost expression, Zhong Nuanyang felt very uncomfortable, feeling that he had disturbed the parent-child time of the two of them. But at this moment, it is already bright outside, and my mother is still busy with dinner in the kitchen.

Since agreeing to join the family with his mother, Zhong Nuanyang has been trying to play a good role of "keeping to himself". In front of her mother, she is still happy and confident, and never complains about the discomfort caused by these changes. In front of her stepfather, she is well-behaved and sensible, and has always maintained a politeness with some distance. And in the eyes of the sister in front of her, she is also a humble and polite sister, who never seems to be angry or sad.

Zhong Nuanyang still remembered the hatred that burst out in the eyes of the villain curled up at the foot of the bed when he first moved into Zhou Yun's hut. Later, she pushed herself out of bed again and again, Zhong Nuanyang endured it silently, and never said a word in front of her mother, because she knew what the girl in front of her was angry about, and she also understood the trauma brought to her by her arrival, so she could only bear it silently and heal herself.

And her mother's too much love for her sister, she also had to express her understanding, looking at the breakfast prepared by her mother every morning according to her sister's preferences, carefully helping her tie her hair braids before going out every time, Zhong Nuanyang munched dry bread while crying silently in her heart, these were all exclusive to her before.

She knew that her mother didn't love her anymore, and she confessed that she didn't need to be jealous with a child who had lost her mother and felt that she had lost her father. What Zhong Nuanyang can do is to try not to let herself think about these details, and every day after school, she goes to the room to study, and does not watch her mother teach her sister to make dumplings in the kitchen. Get up in the morning and finish eating as quickly as possible and go out, so that you don't have to watch your mother and sister look repeatedly in front of the mirror to see if the braids are crooked.

Sometimes when she heard her mother complaining, saying that Zhong Nuanyang has not been very close to her recently, she felt sour, and she still smiled on her face, saying how old she was, and she was not a child. After saying this, when I looked back and memorized English words, I couldn't help but think of the days when I and my mother ate together, slept together, and played around every day when we were in the rental house.

But these thoughts instantly collapsed when she went out to pour water and saw her stepfather watching TV with her mother in her arms, she drank the water in the cup while watching her mother snuggle up to her stepfather's arms, and comforted herself again, as long as her mother was happy, then it was enough.

Now watching Zhou Yun put away the brush a little deflated, Zhong Nuanyang has an inexplicable sense of guilt, maybe his existence is superfluous. Thinking like this, Zhong Nuanyang silently helped Zhou Yun clean up the items on the table, and accidentally broke the inkstone at hand.

"My inkstone!" Zhou Yun's exclamation pulled Zhong Nuanyang back from his thoughts, and when he found out, Zhou Yun's hand had been scratched by the broken inkstone fragments.

"I'm sorry, my sister didn't mean to......" Zhong Nuanyang squatted down anxiously to help her stop the bleeding, but was hit by the door that was suddenly pushed open, and fell to one knee on the ground.

Mother and stepfather burst in when they heard the noise, and the first thing they saw was Zhou Yun's bloody wound. The mother hurriedly helped her sister who was still crying, and the stepfather hurriedly went to the living room to find the first aid kit, and the three of them were so busy that no one cared about Zhong Nuanyang, who was still kneeling on the side.

When they hurriedly went out, Zhong Nuanyang got up in pain and carefully picked up the debris on the ground, only to find that his knee was bleeding. She pulled a tissue from the table and curled her pants with her teeth gritted. Carefully wipe the blood stains, then take out a band-aid from the side pocket of the school bag, treat the wound briefly, change into a clean pair of pants, and walk out.

The three of them outside were still dealing with the wound on Zhou Yun's hand, and after wiping the blood, they found that the wound was not serious, Zhang Xue still seriously used alcohol to detoxify the wound, and rubbed iodine wine before putting on a band-aid.

"Don't get your hands wet for the next two days, be careful of infection." Zhang Xue touched Zhou Yun's head and said, "Next time, be careful, you will scare us to death." ”

"Well, that inkstone was bought for me by my grandfather." Zhou Yun's nose turned red again as she spoke, and Zhong Nuanyang stood behind her awkwardly, not knowing how to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, my sister really didn't mean to." She took a deep breath and turned to Zhou Yun: "My sister earns money from a part-time job, so I must buy you the same one, is it okay?" ”

"That's the last thing my grandfather left me, I think grandpa ......" Zhou Yun threw himself into his father's arms and cried bitterly, Zhong Nuanyang was at a loss on the side, looking at his mother's reproachful eyes, Zhong Nuanyang felt that he really shouldn't be here.

"Your sister didn't mean to, so let's do it, Dad will take you to the bookstore to see if there's anything you like." The stepfather took the initiative to relieve Zhong Nuanyang and comforted him for a while, and Zhou Yun agreed to go out with his father after eating.

After eating, Zhong Nuanyang took the initiative to take on the task of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and Zhou Gang took his daughter and Zhang Xue out to buy inkstones.

After packing up and returning to the desk, Zhong Nuanyang took out a yellowed one-inch photo from the mezzanine of the pencil case, looking at her father's heroic eyebrows and eyes in the photo, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and cried on the table for half an hour.

When she got up the next day, the wound on her knee was still aching, but seeing that her mother was afraid that Zhou Yun's fingers would get wet, so she took the initiative to help her wash her hair and face, Zhong Nuanyang silently turned around and went to the kitchen to wash.

The table was still the same bread and bacon, Zhang Xue seemed to have forgotten that Zhong Nuanyang didn't like bacon, she sighed, picked up a piece of bread, and went out with her schoolbag.

Walking outside in the sunny and cloudy weather, Zhong Nuanyang tried to take a big breath of fresh air, expelled all the depression in his cavity, and shouted "Good morning" to the sun! The passers-by looked at her a little strangely, and she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, feeling that her mood was really much better.

The bus in the morning rush hour is still always crowded, Zhong Nuanyang's knees will be touched by people from time to time, she keeps baring her teeth in pain, and finally got off the bus, she found a corner and rolled up her trouser leg to see, and sure enough, it was bleeding again.

When the band-aids in her bag ran out, she lowered her trouser leg and limped to the pharmacy behind the station, gritting her teeth, only to be dragged from behind without taking two steps.