Win Wayne

Wen found that Wendy's life had a strange characteristic: no matter how enviable her life may seem at the beginning, the process is always mixed with joy and sorrow, and the end is a mess.

All the joys in her life seemed to pave the way for later sorrows.

The worst thing is sweet first and then bitter.

Miserable, too miserable, so miserable that Wen couldn't bear to watch it again.

However, it is fair to say that Wendy is not without problems. According to Yiwen's thinking, most of the conflicts can be resolved by talking well, but Wendy, like her family, is not good at speaking out.

Why can't you talk well?Is it so difficult for these people to expose their hearts?

After her father left, little Wendy's mood obviously deteriorated.She returned to her room, sat at the desk and stared at the bookshelf in a daze.

Wen scanned Wendy's bookshelves, and was relieved to find that besides some children's necessary literacy picture books, there were also many picture books with warm and bright fonts.Of course, there are some books on it that are too advanced for a little girl of Wendy's age, but generally speaking, it still fits Wendy's imagination of the bookshelf that a "smart kid" should have.

It didn't take long for little Wendy to cheer up when she was sad.

She spread out a glossary, took out another notebook, and started studying seriously.

Amazing Wendy, she started reading this kind of books at such a young age... She even took a pen to take notes, Wen felt ashamed.

Is she taking notes too fast?

How can I fill most of my notebook in the blink of an eye?

Before Wen could realize what was going on, he saw Wendy close the notebook, jump off the chair, turn around and trot out of the room.

Her clothes were also changed, Wen gradually thought about it, it seems that time has passed, she said, no matter how smart a child is, it is impossible to finish writing this notebook in the blink of an eye, it is all related to IQ No, writing so fast requires some kind of super power like super speed.

Little Wendy ran to the hall, Wen followed her closely, and Alfred stood in the hall wiping the dust off the decorations, seeing Wendy, he said kindly, "What's wrong, Miss Wendy?"

"Dad hasn't come back yet?" She asked, maybe she was running too fast, and she was a little panting when she spoke.

The butler was silent for a moment.

Little Wendy got the answer from this silence, she lowered her eyes in frustration, and whispered: "But Dad promised me to come back early today... I memorized the whole glossary today, and he promised me that he will wait for me to memorize it." over……"

"I'm very sorry that the master didn't fulfill his promise, Miss Wendy." The butler said, he was very kind, but there was always a sense of restraint and avoidance in his standard English accent, "But adults always have adult things Needs to be done. He will definitely be back tonight, just maybe a little late."

Little Wendy pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Miss Wendy." The housekeeper sighed, "Do you want to try dessert? Today is your favorite chocolate cake."

Little Wendy's eyes lit up, and she said hesitantly, "But... didn't you say that eating dessert at night is bad for your teeth?"

"Once in a while, it's okay, Miss Wendy, as long as you brush your teeth seriously every day." The housekeeper said softly, "You brush your teeth every day, right?"

"Yes!" Little Wendy said happily, "I want to eat chocolate cake!"

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away." The housekeeper said, "Today's cake embryo is fruit sandwich."

"What kind of fruit?"

"Why don't you leave yourself a surprise, Miss Wendy?"

Wen watched and shook his head.

Sure enough, he is still a child, his temper will disappear after a while, and he will be happy with a cake.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with coaxing a child in this way, but you can't coax her all the time.Wendy is not stupid, sooner or later she will understand that everyone is just teasing her.

But the little girl now obviously can't think of too much.

She sat down at the dining table, laying on her arm full of anticipation, humming out of tune music softly...

She was even happier when she was eating the cake. Little Wendy was not round, but when she ate the cake, her cheeks were bulging, her eyes were eagerly staring at the part of the plate that was not eaten, and she was reluctant to part after eating it all. With a fork in his mouth, he was stopped softly by the housekeeper.

"Don't lick the fork after eating, Miss Wendy." The housekeeper said, "It's not good looking."

... You care so much, Wen unhappy thought, ugly is indeed ugly, but why not be more lenient to children?

Wendy is already very well-behaved, and it would be against a child's nature to be any more obedient.

But Wendy obediently spat out the fork and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, Alfred."

"It's okay." The butler took away the empty plate and sent little Wendy back to her room.

He said without doubt: "It's time to sleep, Miss Wendy."

"But Dad hasn't come back yet." Wendy said, "When will he be back?"

"I think the master still needs some time to deal with his own affairs." The housekeeper said helplessly, "Go to sleep, Miss Wendy."

"Did Dad forget what he promised me?"

"...No, Miss Wendy," said the butler in a certain tone, "Master will never forget what he promised you, but——Miss Wendy, you will know when you grow up, my lord always There will be some responsibilities that have to be taken. At least he thinks so."

"Okay." Little Wendy nodded.

She stretched out her hand, and the butler immediately squatted down in front of her, gently holding her fingertips.

"Miss Wendy?"

Little Wendy leaned over and kissed the butler on the face.

"Thank you Alfred for comforting me." She smiled and said, "Good night."

"...This is what I should do. Good night to you too, Miss Wendy." The housekeeper said.

He stood up and watched Wendy push open the door of the room. Wendy quickly followed Wendy into the bedroom. When the door was closed, Wen glanced outside. The butler stood alone in the empty corridor until little Wendy He didn't leave without closing the door.

Absolutely.

How did this happen? She obviously loves Wendy very much, but it's just making things so that she wants to scold others.

However, Wendy didn't behave well enough to come home. She lay down on the bed, turned off the light, but didn't go to sleep. Instead, she turned on the flashlight, held the glossary she said she had memorized in her arms, and focused on using the flashlight. The lights flipped through.

Her bed is huge, and there are cute stuffed toys beside the bed.

Little Wendy flipped through the book for a while, then pulled a little owl from the side and hugged it in her arms.

She shined the flashlight on the clock on the wall.

It was past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wendy never went to bed earlier than this point, but children have to have enough sleep time to grow taller... Could it be that Wendy is not tall or because she stayed up late when she was a child?

Little Wendy was obviously too sleepy to open her eyes, her head was dizzy, and she could only keep shaking her head to wake herself up.

"Don't wait." Wen said helplessly, "For adults, this is the time when the nightlife just begins."

She knew that Wendy couldn't hear her voice, but she really had to speak.Unexpectedly, Wendy raised her head and looked around as if she sensed something: "Who?"

Wen: "...can you hear me?"

Little Wendy shrinks back under the quilt nervously, and uses the flashlight to take a picture around the bedroom: "Is anyone there?"

Her voice was trembling, obviously frightened, Wen tried to answer again: "Can you hear me?"

Little Wendy didn't hear it.

Her tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she hugged the doll in her arms a little tighter.She put the vocabulary book next to her pillow, and the flashlight was hidden in a box deep in the drawer, buried deeply by a pile of shining things.

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If she read it correctly, the things in that drawer seemed to be a pile of... deliberately made into the kind of exaggerated jewelry that children would like?

Girls may have been obsessed with bling bauble as children, like rhinestone-studded tiaras and fake earrings, or sometimes just weird, reflective crap.

It seems that Wendy was not much different from ordinary girls when she was a child, and she would also be interested in this kind of thing.

Even if the family is too rich, her messy collection of treasure chests is also very hardcore.

This is a drawer of money!

You really have money to burn, so you can do this kind of thing for such a little girl.

Wen shook his head, thinking that your family is rich, and it is not a bad thing to raise children richly, but can't you satisfy your daughter's material requirements and spiritual requirements at the same time?

In such a big room, little Wendy slept alone in it, it looked gorgeous and empty.

Wendy stopped waiting in vain, she closed her eyes, and buried her cheeks in the pile of dolls. At first, Wendy thought that Wendy was asleep, but gradually, she noticed that Wendy's shoulders were twitching slightly.

Wen: "...are you crying?"

She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently put her hands on Wendy's back.She couldn't see Wendy's face, and she didn't know if she had made a mistake in her judgment.

After an unknown period of time, Wendy's shoulders slowly calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

The light in the corridor illuminated a gap in the big bed, and the tall figure was projected in this line of light.He stood at the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

After a while, he entered the room through the gap and stopped beside Wendy's bed.

Wendy's father looked gloomy and silent.

For some reason, his appearance even frightened Wen a little.She couldn't help but moved to the other side, making room for Wendy's father, guessing in her mind what he would do next.

Wendy's father gently turned Wendy over and made her lie face up.

He bent down and touched little Wendy's cheek, but his movements stopped abruptly.

He looked up at his fingers.

His fingers gleamed strangely in the ray of light that leaked into the room through the crack of the door.

He stood up silently, turned around and left.

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She slowly made a question mark in her heart.

Just leave?Damn you just leave?Are you out of your mind, my friend?You just leave?

Fortunately, he went and came back soon, with a towel in his hand.Wen folded his hands and stared at him, while Wendy's father bent over, carefully wiped off the tear stains on Wendy's cheeks, then folded the towel again, and gently applied it to her eyes.

He was sitting by the bed, and Wen smelled the sweet scent of women's perfume coming from him.

...and a faint, faint smell of blood.

Wen Xin said no, is Wendy's guess true?Could it be that her father is really a slippery businessman who has his own way among heroes and villains?

Every time he left in a hurry, he clearly promised Wendy's things but always missed the appointment, all because of some business emergencies?

If there is such a thing, Wen can understand why this has become a secret that the whole family keeps from Wendy.

But understanding does not mean forgiveness.

This kind of life Wendy lived was too suffocating. Although Wendy never said a word about the past in front of her, Wen Guang peeped into a corner through these dreams, and felt that he could not bear it at all.

And what's there to hide about this kind of thing? Wen really doesn't understand, what's the use of hiding it from Wendy?

It was as if they really kept Wendy happy by hiding it.

Wendy and Wendy are different. She feels that if this method is really useful, it is not unacceptable and forgiving, but if concealment is useful, can Wendy become what she is today?

Wendy's father patiently gave Wendy a hot compress, and he stared at Wendy's sleeping face for a long time, which made Wendy feel ridiculous and sad.

And maybe a little pity.

He had witnessed the death of his parents, just saying this, he had reason to become such a contradictory character.

Maybe he tried to save himself but failed, maybe he wanted to save himself, but instead let himself sink deeper.Wen didn't understand the situation, she knew she didn't have much say.

She is just a bystander in Wendy's life, and occasional intervention and help can't really help Wendy—she can never give Wendy what she wants, and what she wants is father's explanation and love.

I have loved her, but I have never waited for an explanation.

What could I do, Wen thought, could I go beat Wendy's father to the point where he would have to explain himself?

Wait, this seems like a good choice... But Wendy definitely doesn't like her father being beaten.

The towel seemed to be getting colder. Wendy's father went to change it several times. When he finally left, he bent down and tucked Wendy's quilt into place. He paused again, as if he wanted to do something.

He ended up walking away doing nothing.

Little Wendy opened her eyes when the door was closed.

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You're good Wendy, your father loves you so much, you're also a silent one, what's the use of opening your eyes when everyone is gone?No, how long have you been awake?

Little Wendy got up, looked up and sniffed hard like a puppy to inhale.

She sniffed it carefully, as if she had come to some conclusion, she pursed her lips and lay back under the quilt again.

The smell of the perfume hasn't dissipated yet, so Wendy must have smelled it. This situation is really... I don't know how to put it, Wendy's father might as well not come here at night.

But Wen began to wonder if Wendy could detect the smell of blood under the perfume.

Did she find out?It shouldn't be the reaction to find out, right?She loves her father so much, she must be worried, right?But now she didn't look worried at all, but she was obviously very angry.

Wen walked out of the room.

According to her past experience, she can get out of the dream when she falls asleep in the dream, but she is not in a hurry to leave now, she wants to know more clues, she knows a lot about the relationship between Wendy and her father, but Wendy and What was going on with the rest of the family she didn't know yet.

When she looked away, she found herself standing in the living room.

Wendy's father held a little boy's hand and introduced to Wendy, "...so, he will be your older brother from now on."

"This is Wendy, my daughter. You also met her that day." Wendy's father said to the boy again, "You two need to get along well."

This scene is so strange, Wen thought, is she the only one who finds it strange?

Why is Wendy's father holding the boy's hand?He was on one side of the boy, and little Wendy was on the other, like the boy was his son and Wendy was adopted.

Wendy also looks different from the past.She was less lively and less radiant.

She looked calm and elegant.

Using this kind of word to describe a child made Wen feel subtly misplaced, but Wen couldn't find a more suitable word. The little girl in front of him already had the embryonic form of the current Wendy.

Maybe only she found this out.

Wendy looked at the hands held by her father and the boy, and smiled quietly: "Hello."

The little boy whispered, "Hello."

After that, it was obvious that the little boy spent more time with Wendy. Wendy's father still came and went in a hurry. Of course, when talking to Wendy, he never had any impatience or fatigue. He treated Wendy His attitude is always gentle and loving.

He did the same with his adopted child.

They ate at the same table. The little boy ate the broccoli that Wendy didn't like. Wendy looked at it for a while, lowered her head, and silently ate the food she hated.

Oh shit.

Why are all the small things that happen, details that adults don't pay attention to, but why do I feel so sad when I really see these things.

But Wen didn't dislike this little boy, he was just as lively as Wendy when he was a child.

Wen never saw Wen leave the castle, and the little boy spent a lot of time in the garden.He laughs a lot, does somersaults on the lawn, and he likes to climb trees, jump and run with the lightness and dexterity of a juggler.

By the way, as Wendy said, her elder brother was born in a family of acrobats before he was adopted.

When the little boy was playing, she leaned against the window and watched him if she could see him.The little boy laughed, and there was a warm look in her eyes. If the two children were older, Wen would have said "this is love".

"Maybe I once loved him." Wen recalled Wendy saying, "Maybe he loved me too."

Wen Xin said no, maybe maybe, if you get along with this kind of atmosphere all the time... Don't doubt yourself, Wendy, this is love.

The little boy tried to invite Wen to join his game, but Wendy shook her head: "I can't go out."

"Why?" He asked, just listening to his voice, Wen could imagine the surprise and doubt on his face, "Don't you like playing outside?"

"I can't go outside," Wendy said. "The fog and humidity outside will make me sick and get rashes."

The little boy was even more surprised: "There is such a thing? Have you never gone out?"

"If you wear a special mask, you can take good medicine before going out." Wen replied, "But my father said that I had better not go out, because taking too much medicine is not good for my health. I am still young, if I take good medicine Keep it up, maybe your body will be much better when you grow up."

"Then will you watch me in the room?" the little boy asked Wendy

"Ah."

"Alright then." The little boy said, "I'll stay where you can see me from now on."

He didn't break his word.

Wendy is growing up, she seems to be studying at school at this time, the calendar on the desktop is always flipping in the time zone of the vacation, but every time, when she looks out of the window while reading at the desk, she can always see To the little boy in that area.

A large swing was added to that place, and the swing is getting old again.

A small wooden house was built on the tree, and the surface of the wooden house gradually cracked.

Various interesting facilities are gradually added to the ground, beautiful wooden horses, rails that can drive trains, sandy areas and exercise levers... things increase and decrease, and the little boy grows up day by day, his body is strong and slender, and he is gradually not outside After playing on his lawn, he started spending more time indoors.

Wendy has also grown up.

They build Lego bricks indoors, play chess and cards.Wendy always wins and elder brother always loses, but it is time for elder brother to show his talents in sports-related events. Eldest brother is as nimble as a butterfly, and Wendy always shakes his head.

In fact, she can't do it all.

But she likes the way her elder brother said helplessly, "I'll show you".

He would show Wendy over and over again, just like when they were young, Wendy sat at the desk and looked out the window, absorbing the happiness of his big brother and feeling happy for his laughter.

They had birthdays together, and Dad was briefly late again, but now Wendy didn't seem to care much.She was chatting with her elder brother, who asked her, "Did you make any new friends at school?"

"Done." Wendy replied, "They're all girls."

"I remember your school also has male classmates." The eldest brother said with a smile, "Where are the boys?"

"They were so enthusiastic."

"Oh," the elder brother fondled her head, "My little sister is also at this age."

Wendy smiled and said nothing, but she looked at her elder brother with smiles in her eyes.

"Listen to me, I know what boys of this age are thinking, don't be fooled by them. They keep saying that they love you, and all their sweet words are fake, but in fact they are all lies." The eldest brother warned Wendy solemnly , "Just tease them, don't let yourself suffer."

"I'm not going to believe what they say casually." Wendy squinted at her elder brother.

When she looked sideways at people, she was too ambiguous.

The eldest brother suddenly fell silent.

"God, Wendy, I'm starting to worry about you, you're so cute." The eldest brother said softly, "When I think that my beloved little sister will be cheated by someone else's brat in the future, I feel like I'm at a disadvantage. "

Wendy said: "I won't be cheated a second time."

"You were still very young at that time." The eldest brother laughed, "And the cheating I'm talking about isn't that kind of cheating..."

"Then what kind are you talking about?"

Wendy looked up at him, her misty blue eyes seemed to be shimmering, and the smile on her lips was elegant and mysterious, as if she already knew the voice of the elder brother, teasing and laughing at the half-covered elder brother.

The elder brother was quiet again.

"...Wendy." He whispered, "You know what I'm talking about."

"I know." Wendy said.

She lowered her eyes, as if she suddenly lost interest in the conversation, stood up to go: "Let's go to the living room, my birthday cake..."

Her voice was not exhausted because of a kiss.