Chapter 103: Not alone

Chips?
How can a person's life be described by these two cold words?
Lin Xingqing raised her head and looked at Fang Xia. Perhaps at this moment her hidden skills had greatly diminished, revealing her distress. Fang Xia, who looked down, happened to bow her head and looked at her. At that moment, Fang Xia's eyes brightened. Liang, just kissed Lin Xingqing's forehead in this posture, and her hand clasped her waist more tightly.
It ’s too tight, it ’s actually a little uncomfortable, but Lin Xingqing did n’t struggle. Instead, she hugged Fang Xia so hard, looking from a distance, these two people are as inseparable as a Siamese baby. .
"Fang Xia."
When Lin Xingqing murmured unconsciously, Fang Xia stretched her hand and rubbed her hair, her soft long hair covered her face messyly, so that Lin Xingqing had some desire to hold her lute and half cover her face.
Fang Xia's eyes grew deeper, and her low voice gradually overflowed from her mouth:
"Since I have a memory, I have been studying, initially English, then arithmetic, Chinese, science ...
The most clear one I remembered was that I just went to kindergarten. Although it was a noble kindergarten, various courses were originally added, but after all it is a child, there will still be time to play games, but when others start free activities , There will always be a teacher who has already waited for Hou Hao to take over.
Studying and reading ... The only entertainment is all kinds of interest classes.
The children are not good at hiding themselves. They all call me "Princess Jiao" and "nerd", saying that people like me are not fun at all. If they are as old as they are now, such words are nothing, but then After all, it was too small. I was anxious to argue with them, and I lost a person's tears.
I remember well, that was the first Xing Qing San one month after the start of the school. The sky was really blue. Because of the anger, when the teacher gave me a class, I took an attitude of refusing to cooperate. They said they Yes, I did n’t say anything, and I did n’t do it. On that night, my parents who had n’t come once a month came together.
"Fang Xia, the teacher said you were not good at class, why?"
"Fang Xia, how many times did your father tell you, it is not easy for your parents to make money, and the best teachers are invited to you. How can you be so self-willed."
The patient and gentle mother, the father who seems to smell strange smells on my body, I stood in front of them, trying to be truly capricious.
"Father, mother, I want to be like them. I'm still young."
"Like them, you're ruined, but your parents' hopes, don't be capricious, you can never be the same as them."
"But ... but I want to play too."
"Fang Xia, don't make your parents angry!"
"Then Mom and Dad, would you rest for an hour every day?"
"Fang Xia, is this a non-negotiable thing, or do you want Mom and Dad to stop your kindergarten from going directly, eh?"
That was the first time I was capricious to them and failed.
But it does n’t matter. Although they see me at most once or twice a month, they laugh every time they see me. I am their child. They must love me.
So after a week of being good, I started to be bad again.
This time I was smarter, the class was still the same, but the effect of the study was not good, and they came back a week later.
"Fang Xia, did you remember what your mother told you?"
"Fang Xia, be punished more than a child who is not good."
After such words, it seemed that the patience reached the limit. They did not listen to me and shut me up. It was a room in the basement, which contained nothing but sleeping beds.
Because of the punishment, all day and night, except for the point where aunt will deliver meals and opened a door and handed in, no one came in, I just stayed alone.
The night is dark, the room is so quiet, I cry, I make trouble, even if I call my father and mother, no one will come in.
So in the end, I did n’t cry or make trouble anymore, I was just hungry to eat the food brought by my aunt, and then just waited quietly until time passed
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"Fang Xia, remember, you can't be obedient in the future, or your mother will punish you if she can't bear it."
"Fang Xia, you are the only child of Mom and Dad, you have to be good."
When the punishment was over, they finally showed up. My father touched my head, my mother gave me a hug, and then left again.
From that day on, I knew that I had to be good.
Because good will have them like it.
I have been studying in and out of class, all kinds of learning, I am like a sponge, no, it should be an existence that will be stuffed and swallowed regardless of whether it is hungry or not.
It does n’t matter if I learn it, I do n’t like it. It ’s not important. The important thing is that they think it ’s useful. So I grew up to seven years old and I was taken out to meet people.
Seven aunts and eight aunts.
"Won't you do this? I remember Fang Xia seems to have learned it, Fang Xia, come and tell my mother the answer to this question."
"This kid didn't have much enthusiasm for this exam, and the school was third."
"The interest class is to learn to play. Fang Xia, let me talk about what interest class you have learnt, what do you think, just talk about it."
I don't like this kind of life, but they like it, and once they perform well, they will laugh a lot.
Even because of my performance, the children in the family did not like me, but when I was seven years old, when I was not three years old, I was unwilling. I was their only child, and I wanted to make them happy.
When I was eight years old, I was finally able to enter the Fang family and was valued by the old people in power at that time. It was almost certain that I belonged to one of the next generation of people in power. The day they were crazy, they were indistinguishable. Encouraged or jealous relatives drank a lot of wine.
The drunkenness was wrong. After their drunken patience retreated, I worried about them and finally slipped out while everyone was not paying attention.
Will they be uncomfortable when they are drunk?
Would you like to wipe them with towels?
Thinking that way, looking for it, I finally heard their voices.
"Fang Xia is now valued by the old man. You should pay attention to it. If your little lover is a good thing, I will not play with you!"
"Oh, you still have to take care of yourself first. The old cow eats the tender grass. The man in his early eighties also has his mouth out. I don't know what happened to the young and angry."
"Why can't I talk? No one is better than you. If the two children were not upset, why would I have a third with you? I remembered the days when I wasn't sure if I was pregnant with you. That was mine. Nightmare! "
"You! ... you! ... each other, and I don't want to touch you as a woman, so you have to take care of Fang Xia, that is the key to whether we can make a comeback in the future."
"Oh ~ I certainly know."
I understand some of their words, and some do not, but when I did not choose to open the door, I looked through it through the gap.
The two people who were so brow-cold and right, even though they could see the blushing after drinking, but they looked at each other with no trace of affection except ridicule and sneer.
Such two lives gave me life. Combining the previous words, I knew the facts very clearly.
For me and them ... "
"Fang Xia, stop talking, stop talking, I won't listen, you have me, and me!"
In the last sentence, Fang Xialai didn't rush to say it, and Lin Xingqing was kissed indiscriminately on her face, full of Dangdang's soft touch, and the words that had already spilled over her mouth could not continue.
Yes, she had Lin Xingqing, not when she was a child.
The author has something to say: I am even more out, Fang Xia was a little pity when he was a kid ~