When he got home from school, his father Xie Kun was naturally not at home, so he probably drank somewhere.

Xie Zhiyan pushed open the door of the master bedroom and found a broken mirror embedded in the closet. This is still when her mother is at home, and Aimei likes to look in the mirror, especially for the wardrobe worker.

The young man in the mirror is a little thin, the clothes on his body are patched together at a glance, the colors and styles are messy, and his facial features are good but they are covered by long bangs, which makes people unable to see his expression clearly.

Some yellowish complexion, coupled with the yellow hair, a few pimples on the chin, can ruin any temperament.

The image of the whole person is sloppy, gloomy, and exudes a very unrefreshing atmosphere.

It's no wonder that he is not popular, and adolescent teenagers and girls are visually dominant.

Xie Zhiyan's mother ran away when he was in elementary school, although he had a father, but he lived like an orphan, and no one took care of these daily things for him, so he could only grope around.

It may not be as good as an orphan, who only needs to take care of himself, and he also has to take care of his alcoholic father.

Xie Zhiyan fetched a bucket of water, rinsed his whole body in the toilet built privately in the corner of the corridor, changed into a crumpled and somewhat yellowed white cotton T and big blue shorts issued by the school uniform, turned out the change hidden in the rusty tin can, and walked to the corner with Xie Kun's slippers on his feet.

The low white cottage with paint brushes, the red paint in large letters said "Xiao Zhao Barber Shop", the shopkeeper Xiao Zhao had just sent out a customer, and when he turned his face, he saw Xie Zhiyan coming in,

He glanced at it before remembering, "Oh, this is not the Xie family kid, looking for your father, your father is not here!"

Everyone knows the roots, and they all feel that Xie Kun is not a person, and he can't spoil a good child, how clever he was when he was a child.

"Uncle Xiao Zhao, I'm not looking for my dad, I'll get a haircut. ”

Xie Zhiyan pulled his bangs to the back, revealing a face that had just been washed and looked quite pleasing to the eye, and said a little shyly.

Xiao Zhao was a little stunned, and then reacted, "Oh, it's a haircut! It's a good haircut, it's not your uncle who said you, your hair should have been cut a long time ago!"

I just washed my hair and didn't have to work hard, Xiao Zhao picked up the electric clipper, a small comb and scissors, and after a single operation, the refreshing little flat head came out.

The yellow hair is gone, and he looks at Xie Zhiyan very pleasing to the eye, and he is also a good child now.

When Xie Zhiyan wanted to give money, he said that he didn't want anything, who didn't know that he was having a bad time, so he couldn't take money from his uncle.

Xie Zhiyan had no choice, so he slapped the somewhat dirty five yuan in front of his makeup mirror, "Goodbye, Uncle Zhao!"

After saying that, he ran home quickly.

Grandma Ye on the other side of the door had just finished frying the dishes, and when she saw him, she shouted, "Zhiyan is back, come and eat, there are a lot of dishes to cook today...... Oh, this head is in good spirits! You kid is fine, you should have a haircut a long time ago!"

Xie Zhiyan is full of admiration for this kind old man, and at this moment he also realizes that this place abandoned by prosperity has its own human touch.

"Hey, grandma, I still have some food at home, I'll bring it. ”

Seeing that he was no longer so awkward to accept kindness, and the whole person seemed sunny, Grandma Ye went home happily, and was a little helpless to her unhappy granddaughter.

"Wenwen, how pitiful it is, grandma did fry a lot of vegetables today, and she couldn't let go of the weather. ”

Ye Wenwen smiled a little reluctantly, after all, she had just warned the person to stay away from her when she was out of school, and she wanted to eat at a dinner table when she turned her face, but grandma had to ask someone else to come.

"I know grandma, don't think about it. I just think...... Doesn't his family have anything to eat, why don't his parents cook for him?"

Thinking of her own situation, she asked, "Does he not even have a grandmother?"

Before grandma could answer, as soon as she raised her eyes, Xie Zhiyan had already appeared at the door with a large bowl with a missing corner.

Ye Wenwen realized that she was talking about people behind her back, she blushed as if she had done something wrong, lowered her head and ate her meal quietly.

Grandma Ye only thought that she was a child and didn't take it to heart, and hurriedly beckoned someone to eat at the table.

Xie Zhiyan has seen her grow up since she was a child, and psychologically she has already regarded herself as her own child, which has not changed even when her granddaughter came.

Although Grandma Ye's home is here, the layout in the same house is very different, and the furniture and electrical appliances are very high-grade.

Her son can make money, and he has long said that he will take her to his new home in the city center, but she can't get used to seeing her daughter-in-law and doesn't want to see people's faces, so she lives comfortably here alone. No, now send the child back to her, she is happy, what a good life to live with her stepmother.

Xie Zhiyan found a corner of the dining table and sat down, sandwiched the dishes into his bowl, didn't say anything without embarrassment, and quickly finished eating.

"Grandma's cooking is so delicious, I'm full of grandma!"

Ye Wenwen raised her head and glanced at him quietly, unconsciously ordering the rice in the bowl in her hand, muttering quietly.

"It's my grandma. ”

He didn't look at Ye Wenwen the whole time, but he looked at it at this time.

"Goodbye grandma! Ye Wenwen goodbye!"

is generous, no one can find fault, Ye Wenwen only feels depressed in her heart, as if she made a big move but was dodged by the other party.

She silently thought in her heart, although he had a haircut, it did not mean that he was a good student.

After eating, finishing her homework and washing up as usual, she went to sleep, and in the middle of the night, Ye Wenwen was awakened by the sound of smashing things.

She shuddered a little, rubbed her sour eyes, and heard the man's angry shouting at the door, slamming the door, mixed with invective.

The old house is not well insulated, and the whole floor can be heard when there is a movement.

"Wenwen, Wenwen?"

Grandma Ye put on her clothes, for fear that her granddaughter would be afraid, so she hurriedly walked over and hugged her in her arms.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine in a while. ”

"Grandma. ”

She was about to ask, but she was trembling with fear at the loud noise coming from the door.

"Xie Zhiyan, you little miscellaneous hair don't want to live, hurry up and open the door to labor and management!"

This movement was so loud that the neighbors heard it, and some of them turned on the lights, but no one made a sound. Everyone knows that Xie Kun is a fool, and after so many years, no one is too lazy to care about him.

"I don't know if Zhiyan is afraid at home, hey, this Xie Kun, Zhiyan is such a father on the stall!"

The more Grandma Ye thought about it, the more worried she became, it was not a problem to be frozen at the door like this, she walked over and opened the door of her house, and whispered at Xie Kun.

"Xie Kun, you ran out and poured two taels of cat urine and didn't know who you were? You shouted and killed in the middle of the night, beware of frightening the child!"

Ye Wenwen also followed, sticking behind her grandmother, showing her head a little nervously.

I saw that the door opened on the other side, and Xie Zhiyan was wearing wide old clothes, standing thin and slender, his eyes lowered and looking at his toes. Inexplicably a little pitiful.