Cinderella's Gypsophila

"Brother" is in poor health and cannot eat whatever he wants like a normal person.

Aunt Meng specially made his sick meal.

A variety of colorful vegetables and minced meat, but they are very thin, and the amount is only half a bowl.

Bai grows so tall, just eat a little...

Qi Yan glanced at it and frowned slightly.

This new brother can't eat as much as he does, and the cat's food is not as small as he eats.

Qi Yan's father will always treat Meng Xinlan with a servile and dogleg face.

Aunt Meng made a meal, and watched TV while rubbing her hands and screaming tired, Qi Yan's father immediately felt distressed.

Calling Qi Yan to wash the dishes for his brother with the accent like a dog.

Qi Yan: "Does he want me to wash the dishes?"

Hearing this, Qi Shengbin glared at him fiercely immediately, and scolded: "What's wrong, why don't you help brother? Xiaosheng is in poor health, and he can't dip in cold water. It's easy to do! What a waste of words."

Qi Yan: "..."

The problem is, who wants to dip in the cold water in the pipe in this cold winter day?

Even if he is in good health, he doesn't want to touch it.

And, since it's easy to do, why don't you do it yourself?

Why doesn't his own mother go?

However, there has long been no reason to speak in this already twisted family.Qi Yan knew better than anyone else that in order to prevent being beaten by his father on the spot, no matter how reluctant he was, he turned around and obediently picked up the boy's bowl.

The boy was a little nervous: "Xiao Yan."

"what?"

"No...thank you." He drooped his eyes and pursed his bloodless lips.

Thank you mom!

Averting the eyes of the two people behind him, Qi Yan glared at him viciously.

Get the hell out of here, pretend less!

……

Qi Yan washes the dishes, washes and washes.

In winter, the water in the water pipes is bitingly cold, and dipping your fingertips in it is so icy that your brain gets stuck.

Behind him, Xin Lan and Qi Shengbin were eating fruit and watching TV in the living room, laughing together as they leaned together.

They laughed, and Qi Yan raised the corners of his mouth.

Just keep laughing, don't you still cry if you don't laugh?

I don't cry.He said to himself, he's not angry, it's okay, why don't he just be asked to wash the dishes?There will be more things like this in the future.

Who's to blame if you're mad?

If she gets mad, she will only follow Meng Xinlan's wishes.

Without him as a stumbling block, Xiaosan and her son would be happier to take everything that should belong to him, his mother and sister.

Although, this cramped poor family doesn't have much money at all, Qi Shengbin is just a truck driver who works for money.

But who made Meng Xinlan's own level not high?

Acrimonious, heavily in debt and sickly, not good-looking at all, a stupid man like Qi Shengbin who can't figure it out is the only cash cow and cash machine she can grab.

Of course, with the money Qi Shengbin makes driving alone, raising such a family is not without difficulty.

So in Meng Xinlan's heart, he must be looking forward to Qi Yan falling out with his father as soon as possible, and then being sent away, out of sight, out of mind, right?

Qi Yan refused to let him do what he wanted.

His childhood was completely ruined, but that didn't mean his future would be ruined too.

He thinks very clearly now that he is not yet able to support himself, and his mother and sister still need his father to support him. Before that, even if he was struggling to survive, he had to bear it until he grew up.

After all, once they fall out, only they and their most important people will be hurt, and the enemy laughs.

In the future, he must go to university, a good university.

Come out and get a good job.

When he has money, he will take his mother and sister and drive a convertible sports car to pass in front of his father, but he won't spend a cent!

For the rest of his life, his father will live a poor life with Meng Xinlan in this small dark room!

He won't care about him, and neither will my sister!

At that time, he would like to see if the woman and her son whom he tried so hard to please would kindly support him until his death?

……

Qi Yan's home is a six-story slab house that is commonly seen on the streets in the 90s, the kind of workers' families.

There are three households on one floor, all dark.

The kitchen is just that small, with oily smoke stains everywhere, and it is small, so it is very crowded for one more person.But he was washing the dishes, but "brother" squeezed in.

"Xiao Yan," he asked softly, "do you know where the kettle is?"

Qi Yan pretended not to hear and ignored him.

The boy asked him twice, and Qi Yan raised his chin slowly: "You can't see it under the stove, what kettle are you looking for?"

"...I, want to drink hot water."

You have too many things to do.Qi Yan rolled his eyes, stretched his leg and kicked the thermos bottle, it was really empty.

He rolled his eyes, picked up the kettle impatiently, and turned on the stove to boil water.

Washing dishes is actually not a "lifting of the hands", but boiling water is really a "lifting of the hands".The water was boiling on the stove, and my brother stood behind him quietly, waiting in a slightly awkward manner.

Qi Yan secretly squinted.

I remember his father said that the child of Aunt Meng's family was not only in poor health, but was also deaf when he was born.

It would cost a lot of money to treat it, but his father was reluctant, so he ran away.

Fortunately, after some surgery, I could finally hear voices and slowly learn to speak.

He still has what looks like a hearing aid in his right ear.

It's just that the hair is long, blocking most of it.

……

After finishing washing Qi Yan's bowl, he took ice-cold water and planned to wash it a second time.When the water was ready, he turned off the stove and raised his chin.

"Drink your water."

Water can always pour itself, right?

Others have to wash the bowls, but don't you have to wait for the water?Qi Yan would never serve anyway.

Just as he was thinking, his brother poked his back lightly.

"Xiao Yan, step aside."

……

Holding the pot, my brother mixed some of the freshly boiled hot water into the pot for washing dishes, and tested the temperature, "Okay, this way it won't be cold."

Qi Yan: "..."

"Hey, is there something wrong with this person? Fake kindness?"

Qi Yan didn't dare to confront his father and Aunt Meng face to face.But as long as Aunt Meng and his father can't hear him, he still dares to tell the truth.

He didn't understand what "brother" was doing.

Is this to please him?

As far as his mother's virtue is concerned, isn't this person... still expecting the two of them to be brothers and sisters and get along with each other in a friendly way?

Think too much!

The elder brother was stunned by him, obviously embarrassed, but pretended not to hear.

So Qi Yan continued to wash the dishes, while his elder brother lowered his eyes and carefully filled a bottle of boiling water behind him.

Aunt Meng came over, and when she saw it, she exaggeratedly shouted: "Oh, Xiao Sheng! What are you doing? Why are you still working? Your body can't do housework! You need to drink water and tell your mother?"

Boy: "Mom, just pour some boiling water, it's okay."

"It's okay! Your body, the doctor said you must take a good rest!"

Qi Yan's father also followed him: "Oh, Xiao Sheng, you can tell your uncle or your brother what you want in the future. Xiao Yan, your brother is not in good health, and you will be responsible for taking care of him in the future, do you hear me?"

"Did you hear?"

"Qi Yan, are you deaf!"

Qi Shengbin kicked the boy's calf, and Qi Yancai reluctantly "hummed".

Boy: "Uncle, don't be so cruel to Xiao Yan."

Meng Xinlan felt sorry for her son: "Shengbin, what are you doing, so loud, you scared Xiaosheng!"

Father Qi looked at the mother and son, and immediately changed into a flattering face full of smiles: "Oh, there is no evil. Come on, Xiao Meng Xiaosheng, let's not be crowded here, come to the bedroom and see what uncle bought for you. Do you like the pillow and quilt? I bought two sets specially for you, and you can use whichever you like..."

After Qi Yan finished washing the dishes, he wiped his wet hands on the apron, staring blankly at the swirling water flowing into the pipe.

Laughter came from the bedroom.What a happy family of three.

He also gave him such a little servant, which is easy to use and easy to handle.

Ah.

……

After washing the dishes, Qi Yanmo dawdled back to the room.

He really didn't want to face the fact that his room became his and a strange boy's territory from now on.

Qi Yan's room is not big, but the bed is big.

It was my mother's idea to buy a big bed at that time.

She smiled brightly and said that boys grow up very quickly, and they grow up in the blink of an eye. Buy a big bed made of good material and comfortable, once and for all.

Qi Yan still remembered the warmth of her mother's palm when she touched him.

...But I personally picked a big bed that was strong and full of pine fragrance, but in the end it turned out to be the son of a third party.Who would have thought of this?

At this moment, two rolls of quilts have been spread on the bed, one is an old quilt with a check pattern and is somewhat worn out, and the other is a new silk quilt that is obviously high-grade and shiny.

The boy naturally sat on one side of the new silk quilt, and Aunt Meng was asking his health and taking care of him to drink Chinese medicine.

The mother and son are in someone else's room, not to mention how comfortable they are, and they really don't regard themselves as outsiders.

The same thick skin, mother and son are both.

Qi Yan took his clothes and took a bath by himself.

The house is small, the bathroom and the room are facing the door, very close.

When Qi Yan had just locked the bathroom door, he heard Aunt Meng acting like a thief: "Come on, Xiao Sheng, I'll give you a cake."

"Eat it quickly, Mom bought it for you to nourish your body. Hurry up, don't let that child see it!"

However, perhaps because her son is deaf, she needs to be louder.

Or, even if she deliberately lowered her voice, it was still too high-pitched.

In short, the penetrating power is so strong that it is impossible for Qi Yan not to hear it.

His family is located in a small county, and the entire county is not considered rich.The wages of ordinary workers are only about 500 yuan this year, and his father runs long-distance trucks, and because he works hard at night, he is still rich, and he only earns a little over [-] yuan a month.

At this price level, chicken cakes cost two for one piece.

Although it is not considered an excessive luxury, it is indeed not a snack that ordinary people can eat every day.Auntie Meng is such a woman who can't explain in words, so of course she is reluctant to give it to him.

Qi Yan is not short of this stutter.

He just finds the mother and son's schemes behind their backs and stealing food disgusting and disgusting.

Thinking about it again, luckily it was me, not my sister who was being wronged here.My younger sister is at my grandma's house. Although my grandma is poor, she will love her granddaughter. My younger sister must have a share of any delicious food at my grandma's house.

After hurriedly taking a shower, Qi Yan rubbed his wet short hair and came out.

There is no Aunt Meng in the room anymore, only "Brother".

And on the bedside table, a complete, palm-sized golden cake on a small plate.

When the boy saw him, his eyes lit up, showing a pale smile, and he greeted him in a small voice: "Xiao Yan, there is cake, mom asked us to eat together."

Qi Yan sneered in his heart.

"I'm not hungry."

"If you're not hungry, eat half." The boy broke open the cake and handed it to him in a low voice, as if talking about a little secret for the two of us, "We two get half."

Qi Yan raised his hand: "I said I'm not hungry!"

He loathes this false fawning.

Half of the cake was mercilessly knocked to the ground, rolled around twice and covered in dust.

Cheng Cheng was stunned.

His eye color is quite special.It's not Qi Yan's pure and deep black, nor is it the dark brown of ordinary people, but rather smoky gray.When looking at people, there is a kind of hazy gentleness.

The next second, he squatted down, quickly picked up the half that fell on the ground, ate it in two bites, and then stuffed the clean half to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan: "..."

He looked down at the cake in his hand, and after a while, he stuffed it back into the boy's hand blankly.

"I said no."

No, whoever loves to eat will eat.

Don't expect him to appreciate it.Even if he throws it away and puts it bad, he won't eat it if cockroaches and mice eat it.

His good home was messed up by this mother and son, why did he still accept half a piece of cake from his "brother"?Just kidding, he would rather go begging on the street.

Cheng Cheng seemed a little sad, and forced a smile: "I really don't want it? I still remember that you used to... like eating cakes the most."

"Me before?" Qi Yan frowned.

"Ah, no," the boy shook his head and whispered, "No, no."

before what?

We've met before?How can it be?

Qi Yan is most annoyed by this kind of person who doesn't say half of what he said.

I simply didn't bother to care about him, and went to bed with my head covered, trying to sleep peacefully.But I heard the boy say again: "Xiao Yan, my name is Cheng Zhiyuan. My nickname used to be Cheng Sheng, so my mother always called me Xiao Sheng."

Qi Yan didn't bother to answer, and pretended to be asleep.

He wasn't interested in knowing his name at all.