Chapter 7 Chapter Six

In her mind, Xiaochen is a real princess. Xiaochen is elegant, lively and at ease. She is addicted to all kinds of delicacies, almost picky. He has never acted superior, but has a natural dignity. She often laughs that once she stands with her younger sister, she will always be a green leaf or a passer-by, almost curled up into a small black spot in the picture under the beauty of others, but she doesn't know that she is actually the focus No, it has nothing to do with whether she is a peerless beauty or not.Her graceful and unique temperament has made her stand out from the vulgar beauty, clearly, she is a princess.

But Xiaochen always likes to dress up other people as princesses, that is Ye Hui. You deserve to be a princess!The five-year-old doll in a handsome suit spoke authoritatively. Why?The beautiful four and a half year old doll asked timidly, with her hands behind her back, not daring to let others see her red arms pinched by her mother ten minutes ago.Let a maid braid her hair into a princess head. Because I am a prince!Xiaochen showed off two small crowns: Look, my brother bought them for us in England.I will be a prince, you will be a princess.Put one on her head, and the other on the beautifully combed princess's head.

Ye Hui looked into the full-length mirror and whispered: Why can't my sister be a princess?Mom said she was a servant, and she thought that a servant must be different from a princess.Even if she wears a princess crown Because you are more similar!Come on, let's go upstairs and show Mommy.Today she woke up and ate something!Xiaochen joyfully drags Yehui upstairs. Ye Hui caught her sister's happiness and laughed too.Hee hee, my sister said she looks like a princess But her joy didn't last long. Unexpectedly, she saw her mother standing in the dark, and her little heart also darkened.

The pain came back to him suddenly, only to realize that he was holding his arm tightly, with red marks on it.Looking down, I no longer see the painful memories of my childhood, only the cross-shaped scar on my left arm that I made when I was seventeen It was already five years ago That day, when Xiaochen was in danger, she was not by her side, and before she could get over the bad news, the sun god immediately felt pain in her shoulders and back. It turned out that her mother who was afraid of losing everything had madly abused her.If you hit the place covered by clothes, you won't be afraid of being discovered.

What are you doingWhy didn't you follow?Why don't you just die!Miss had an accident but you were not by the side. If the young master blames us, we will definitely be kicked out. What the hell did I give birth to you, a loser?She grabbed her daughter's hair suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot: "Hurry up and think of a way, hurry up and figure out a way to make the young master forgive you, or we're all doomed!"Hurry up! She looked blankly at the woman who was said to be her biological mother.Actually laughed: that's very simple.Is there anything in the world that would be sad to play?

When is it, dare to talk nonsense!Wang Xiujia couldn't help but reached out and wanted to wave her face Ye Hui flashed past, and said coldly, "Don't hit me in the face!" You don't know whether it's fear or anger, Wang Xiujia was speechless.He only shook his body, but he didn't do any more violence. Xiaochen hurt her left hand, so I'll pay her with my left hand too, right? In less than three seconds, her left hand was bleeding, and the white clothes were quickly stained red with blood. Ah, Wang Xiujia screamed, and the servants outside rushed in immediately, and screamed after seeing this situation.

There is a pair of exquisite sharp scissors on the right hand, it is so good that even after the wound is cut out, there is still no trace of blood on it, maintaining its platinum-like pure color. Nice scissors, very useful.She expressed satisfaction. She has always known that under the soft appearance, her temperament is actually ruthless; it is true to others, and it is also true to herself.But besides being ruthless, she has more indifference, so she seems to be indifferent to the world. Since the age of seventeen, she has become a wandering spirit.The color of the whole world is suddenly light, and nothing will stop in her sight and thoughts.

But, that's not really a bad thing. It used to exist for Xiaochen.Without Xiaochen, life is like this, it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad. The mobile phone rang like thunder, and the phone number displayed on the screen was from her mother's mobile phone. It's time, three days of silence is the limit of my mother.She is not a patient woman, whether as a concubine or as a mother who wants to get rich. Heh, if she was, then her life would not be so miserable, she would always be following others, unable to achieve her own stage. Hello.She picked it up. Crackling words came from the other end very quickly:

Ye Hui, what's going on with you these days?That Mr. Zhongchuan said that no one answered your phone, did you not answer it, or did you not bring it with you?However, that's okay, anyway, it's important to make him feel that you are difficult to get started.Also, it’s that one, your brother’s college classmate, Zhu Weijie, asked the jewelry company to send me a necklace yesterday, and it cost 200,000 yuan, it’s so scary, I didn’t see the value at first, it’s that He Tai's lady boss told me when she came to play cards with me.Kazuta you know?That famous paper company.Many rich wives have come to visit me recently, and they want me to show you more

A torrent of landslides will probably turn Taiwan's high mountains into plains before it will end. Putting the phone aside, she thought absently that when Xiaochen returned to China to get married a few months ago, she bought the DVD of the latest crosstalk drama released by the performance workshop and asked her to watch it together, but she was so teased by the landslide joke in it that she fell to the ground laughing , almost caused asthma.In the end, the DVD was confiscated by Xiaochen's annoying husband. That was the last fond memory of the sisters Night anise?Night anise?Wang Xiujia called out.

Has Taiwan doubled in size?She picked up the phone again: What? The earth-rock flow has not yet finished, and it is rushing down again, desperately working hard for the territory of Taiwan That's it. Tomorrow you go on a date with Mr. Zhong Chuan first, and the day after tomorrow you go to drink tea with Mr. Zhu.Then my job here is to ask around which of the two of them has more wealth.Then the day after tomorrow, we will go to Mrs. Li's banquet together; her son has returned to China, so you can also take a look.This is a good opportunity for us to enter the upper class.In my whole life, I have never been so outstanding. Your father never regarded our mother and daughter as human beings. Now he is more polite, hehe The battery was about to run out, she silently counted down from one hundred in her heart.Listen to the sound from strong to weak, and finally after intermittent flashbacks still. She didn't realize that she hadn't had a drop of water since noon until she felt a dull pain in her stomach.Now, at 8:30 in the evening, she has sewn two backpacks, and her stomach hurts so badly that she wants to vomit. Wearily she threw away her needlework and cloth.She went to get dressed and picked up her purse, planning to go out to look for food. She was not in the mood to cook her own dinner at the moment.Her pale and bloodless face was reflected in the mirror, and even her pink lips had lost their luster. It is physical exhaustion and mental exhaustion. Comb the messy long hair, and put on lipstick habitually to make yourself dignified and generous when you go out.She couldn't go out with her hair disheveled, even in such a broken state. it hurts Stomach throbbing, she punched her rebellious stomach with her right hand, searched for the location of the nearby pharmacy in her mind, and staggered towards the gate. It was only half past eight, but the always noisy old apartment was extremely quiet, no one even turned on the lights in the corridor, and she walked along the wall to the stairs.For physical pain, she is better than the average person, so it's nothing After stepping down a step, the stairwell was suddenly brightly lit, and someone pressed the switch.She has no idea which neighbor the visitor is, but that doesn't mean that others can really ignore her. What's wrong? It's him?She didn't know whether to feel helpless or relieved, why did this person always appear in her sight at any time, and everything seemed to meet unexpectedly?She almost took it for granted.After taking it for granted, you will subconsciously want to be taken care of by him stomachache?Yan Yan came up to support her in two or three steps.Your face is paler than the fluorescent lamp. She gave him a white look.fluorescent lamp?Can't he use some other adjective? He shrugged and carefully helped her downstairs. I know there is a small clinic two alleys away, so let's go there first and have a look. You and she weakly let him bear most of her weight, unable to reject people thousands of miles away like usual.Just got off work? He held the briefcase in front of her and shook it twice. Yes, just got off work.Small talk, usually starts with nonsense. I thought nine to five meant going to work at nine and leaving at five.She had to say something to distract from the pain.It's not that I'm really curious about what he is!she told herself. Yan Yan agrees: Yes, this is how most companies set commuting hours.He stretched out a wristband to protect her lower back, not daring to get too close, for fear of being accused of being frivolous, but the faint fragrance of her body still rushed into his sense of smell, maybe, it was too close.It made him feel uneasy for no reason. Do you work overtime?She couldn't help noticing that she was walking almost close to his arms.And that made her uncomfortable. Well, it takes more time to write a project case independently. Not in the same group anymore?she asked. Yan Yan let out a laugh: Hey!That's not up to me to decide.The former colleague has already been promoted to the business department and is about to make a big splash. I am the only rookie left, so I have to be self-reliant and self-reliant in everything. She looks at him. What are you looking at?He asked with his eyes, the height gap in his eyes made him look a bit contemptuous. Jealous of that person's promotion?That was supposed to be an honor shared by both of them, wasn't it?Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will be psychologically unbalanced. Fat is not fat when I was a child.He hummed twice. Seemingly resentful, although she was suffering from a stomachache, she still smiled. Yan Yan hugged her tightly while arguing impassionedly: I'm serious, now he gets attention one step ahead of me, but it doesn't mean that he will also be the same in the future, sooner or later he will be defeated by his irresistible and frizzy personality.Well, this time he was able to recover from the injustice of being plagiarized, but he also monopolizes the credit for the planning. This will definitely develop his temperament of redressing all grievances and rejoicing in everything. He thinks that it should be like this in the workplace!Hmph, I still don't know how he will die! She looked at him, asked and smiled again. how?Is my analysis wrong?He resented that he was being laughed at. Yes yes yes, very good, very good.she laughs. Treat me like a three-year-old?Don't think that's enough to get rid of me!Come on, what are you laughing at?Before leaving, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, forming a surrounding posture. She had to give him a satisfactory explanation. Ye Hui couldn't help laughing, but also worried about her stomach pain, she bent her body slightly and put her head on his shoulder, feeling more comfortable this way, and didn't notice that she was in Yan Yan's arms.Except for Xiaochen, she had never had such an intimate conflict with anyone in her life. Unknowingly, Yan Yan created one exception after another in her life. Hey, this out-of-control beauty, it's useless to bow her head and repent. Tell me, are you laughing at me?Yan Yan pressed her question, refusing to let her go.But the tone has changed from being serious to joking muttering. She just couldn't help the smile, she said intermittently: um no no Are you laughing at me?he asks. Yes Yes How dare you really laugh at me?He feigned anger: I am, a poor man whose boss takes credit and his colleagues monopolize the results of his hard work!Do you have any conscience?He wept bitterly. Hahahaha no, my stomach hurts, but I can't help smiling. Wang!A stray dog ​​passed by them, dissatisfied with being blocked, barking in protest. Yan Yan hugged her close to make way, accusing: Ah, it turned out that the conscience was bitten by the dog.Now there are witnesses and dog certificates, it depends on how you deny it. Hahahaha, it's so hateful, I know she has a stomachache and still teases her. This man, this man is really bad. alright.He patted her on the back to comfort her.There is an unconscious pampering in the tone: stop laughing, beauty.I'm afraid you'll perforate your stomach before laughing so hard, let's go in!They had already arrived at the door of the clinic. Ye Hui gradually stopped laughing, looked slowly at the signboard of the clinic, and then at him, staring blankly, speechless. Yan Yan raised his hand, wiped away a teardrop on her face with his index finger, and asked in a low voice: Why are you crying? It turned out that his eyes were clouded, not because the street lights were too dark, but because of tears.She didn't find out until he said it. The tip of the nose was sore, the sockets of the eyes were so hot, I bit my lower lip tightly, afraid of making a choked sob, but I couldn't stop it, the sudden torrential rain of tears It was like a city in Taipei, which had been drought for several months, and it suddenly rained heavily for the next week; it was like her withered heart was suddenly submerged in a flood like like I finally feel that I am a human being, knowing pain and laughing Suffering in pain and joy, seeing those caring eyes, for the first time in my life, I feel that I am pampered and safely guarded. sorry!I shouldn't bother you, let's go in quickly.Does it hurt?Damn me!Yan Yan was terrified by her tears, quickly picked her up and rushed into the clinic, feeling that he was really messed up. And she, with her face nestled in his shoulder and neck, was crying uncontrollably, unable to tell him that her stomach didn't hurt that much anymore. Yan Yan, his name is Yan Yan Yan Yan, Yan Yan, Yan Yan I reached out and hugged him tightly, knowing that this person was called Yan Yan. Stomach pain because you are hungry?Yan Yan asked incredulously: Have you reached this point of destitution? After seeing the doctor and taking stomach medicine, it was already after 9:30 in the evening when they walked out of the clinic.The doctor instructed that it is best to have something in the stomach, so he led her in the direction of Huaxi Street.The night market over Longshan Temple is bustling. Ye Hui asked him curiously: What the hell do you think of me?She had always known that he had misunderstood her situation, but she began to wonder how far he had misunderstood. I said we are all the same, need I say more?He took her hand and walked to the sidewalk, and he kept holding it. Seeing his movements, she didn't break free, feeling that his palms were thick and rough.With a bit of gratuitous sweetness, let him go. Tell me what you and I are like. Are you curious about me?It's so strange that she is such a person who rejects others from the iceberg.He smiled, feeling so good that he was a little dizzy, and it is also possible that the Tao Taoran came from the light fragrance of her body. so what?She raised her chin and asked provocatively. Don't dare to do anything.He raised the hand that was carrying the briefcase to beg for mercy.Whatever your eldest lady wants to know, the little one must know everything, talk endlessly, and talk endlessly Ye Hui said patiently: no need.Just get to the point, thank you. Yan Yan smiled and stopped teasing her.Briefly describe his family in a flat tone: My family used to own quite a lot of land. It may be a Tianqiao boy in Fuxing Township, Changhua. Later, we lost in the National Gambling Movement, which is commonly known as Café de Coral.The field is gone, the land is gone, and after the dream of getting rich is shattered, what is left is an earthen tile house and a large debt.Our three brothers and sisters have changed from lucky students who took a car to school every day to poor little worms who have to apply for poverty subsidies everywhere. Relying on student loans and wages from part-time jobs, we finally managed to survive.Do you ever wonder what my parents were doing along the way?he asked suddenly. She shook her head directly: Won't. Why?He was quite surprised.Normal people would be curious. Parents have the responsibility to raise their children, but that doesn't mean they have the ability to do it, or have that understanding.There are too many dereliction of duty parents, why should she think that it is only natural for parents to protect their children?It was strange that he asked. Yan Yan stopped the question because of the indifference in her eyes.Realized that maybe she had parents who were worse than his parents. In short, they are immersed in the nightmare of turning their fortunes away and do not want to wake up.After several years, I began to put down my body and become a tenant farmer; with meager income, I always used it to sign the Mark Six lottery, fantasizing about making money and earning everything back.Fortunately, they did not dare to borrow money from underground banks like other cousins, so as not to increase the burden on our three brothers and sisters.Now I have to pay off all my student loans and earn money to buy an apartment.This is my goal for the next ten years. That's why you live in a rundown apartment?She understands. He twitched the corner of his mouth: Miss, you are not doing well, okay? Shaking his head, whispering: different. They walked to a stall selling Cantonese porridge, and he said: Eat this, your stomach can take it. She looked up at the awning, then at the messy tabletop, her feet didn't move, she felt that she had just appeased her stomach, and she didn't want to switch to a bowel rebellion. Yan Yan thought it was time for her to learn to give in.Involuntarily pulling her into a small square table, he ordered two bowls of porridge from the boss. At the same time, he took a clean rag to wipe the table and dust the chairs, and then stretched out his hand to invite: Please sit down, Your Majesty. I frowned, but she couldn't finish her sentence, so she was pressed to sit down. I know there are no princesses in this era, especially in Taiwan.You don't have to declare it again and again, as long as I feel like you, what to call love is my business. When the porridge was brought to the table, he was busy sprinkling pepper, adding sauce, and spreading a large handful of coriander. Do you want it?He dug out a large spoonful of Okayama chili sauce and asked. don't want.Crazy!It's just right that she has a stomachache, who would be so self-abuse? He loves it so much that his big bowl turns red when he stirs it up, it's scary just looking at it. tasty.He ate half a bowl in a blink of an eye, contentedly. Her first breath was still blowing on her lips. Don't you have a sense of taste?How can anyone eat like this? Yes. I really can't tell.She refuses to believe it. After finishing a bowl with a sigh of relief, he raised his voice and shouted to the owner of the oyster omelette next door: Boss, a plate of oyster omelette. Didn't eat dinner?she asked. It's you who didn't eat.What I enjoy now is supper. This is not good for the body.Whether it's the speed at which he eats or the behavior of throwing seasonings wildly, it's not good. As long as the food is delicious.Rich people probably have their own philosophy of health preservation, but that has nothing to do with him, an ordinary person.To maintain, wait until he is old. Ye Anhui shook her head: I don't think it would be tasty.You look like you're just eating the seasoning, the flavor of the food itself is covered.Generally speaking, seasoning is only used to enhance the taste of the food itself, not like yours, it seems that the main food is hot sauce, and the topping is this pile of batter. This is called oyster omelette.He rectified his name in Hokkien.You seem to be very knowledgeable about food? fine.After all, she was studying at the so-called bridal school in Japan. Your taste is very light.He also observed that she ate porridge with little seasoning. Only in this way can the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves be tasted.She took a sip of the clear porridge and felt that the rice porridge in this store was not boiled enough and the ingredients were not fresh enough.But looking at the price of a bowl of 50 yuan on the signboard, there is really nothing to be picky about. It's also a delicious blend.Just like life, with each passing day, you are getting farther and farther away from purity and innocence, and you will never return to the moment when you were born.We are stained with too much worldly taste, just like this plate of oyster omelette. She watched critically. What do you eat when you can’t see the oyster omelette? There is really nothing to choose from such a cheap thing.He dug up a big spoon and said: Eat the ups and downs of life!Snoring, eat it in one bite. Don't worry about not having oysters? Like don't care that we're not as pure as we were born.He scooped up another tablespoon: what matters is, now, delicious, and we're enjoying it. It is rare to wear this sleeveless pajamas.It's too hot tonight, and she's still not used to the heat in Taipei and the apartment without air conditioning.Blowing on an electric fan didn't help, so I had to change into cool pajamas. It's not that she is conservative, the reason why she only wears long-sleeved clothing for many years is that she doesn't want to show the scar on her left arm. Back then, Xiaochen nagged her to have smoothing and cosmetic surgery, and she had to bring it up almost every day, but she was unmoved, and at most started to wear long sleeves, regardless of season. The ugly cross scar that anyone who saw it would avoid seeing; she didn't like it either, but she didn't want to get rid of it. This is commemoration.To commemorate the period she shared with Xiaochen. From birth to seventeen years old, only Xiaochen was in her life Yan Yan said that it is impossible for a person to keep the original innocent appearance forever, and even the original heart in childhood will not last until adulthood.But, she will. Her memory opened very early, at the age of three. The process of being beaten, scolded and scolded by my mother, locked in a dark room, starving and suffering is always the most deeply remembered, and I can't forget it even if I want to.That's probably why her memory grows so early. Aunt Xiaochen's biological mother died young, but she still has memories of her. call mom!Call!The mother squeezed the flesh of her hind leg hard.At the same time, I have to try my best to squeeze a smile to face the elder sister. What a beautiful child, come and have a look.The madam, who has been lingering on the sick bed all year round, half sat on the bed and coughed a few times with laughter. go!Pushed and pulled hard, she was almost thrown to the bed. The bump hurt, but the pain could no longer make the three-year-old she cry. She looked at the aunt with her big black eyes, guarding against another wave of beating and scolding.These mothers will beat people, right? madam hold out Ah, I'm going to hit her, I'm going to hit her, she subconsciously closes her eyes. Oh, like a doll, much more handsome than Xiaochen, so cute.Madam caressed her apple-like face, and couldn't help leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. Ah, she was frightened and didn't understand what it was. It just so happens that Xiaochen lacks a companion to go to kindergarten, so let Yehui accompany her.Xiujia, go back and move Yehui's things to Xiaochen's side, the two sisters are just playing together. Yes Yes!I immediately went to Wang Xiujia's ecstasy, and then I remembered that I had to pretend to put it off: "Elder sister, Ye Hui is just a wild girl, how can she stay with the young lady?" Why not?The madam smiled elegantly, put her pale hand on the little girl's head and gently rubbed it gently: Ye Hui can protect Xiaochen, but can live happily with Xiaochen, isn't it great?Right, Ye Anhui? The madam slid her hand from her head to the little girl's ear, and seeing a large bruise on her head, there was a slight flash of anger in her eyes Is Ye Hui afraid to retreat and beat her? A warm breeze hugged her, and she felt dizzy with her hands on her thin, tender body. Dizzy, drowning in a swamp called maternal love, as if dying. would rather die Mom whispered, leading to a string of tears. There is no mother anymore, and there is no Xiaochen anymore There was never really anything that belonged to her.How can you still yearn for it infatuatedly? The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are all fake. The only thing that really exists is this scar. Pain is real. Mama never dared to say that, but how she wanted to She has never grown up, she has always been the scared three-year-old girl; she remains in the memory and lives in the memory. did not grow up. Hesitant, still there. Life has always been helpless. She saw it, she was three years old, squatting in the dark and crying, unable to find an exit, her life had no exit