Playing the victim still works. Zhou Xinya concluded: "My father is so indifferent to me because he has someone more important to him, and Jinziduo doesn't."

Therefore, it's easy to determine which is more important.

Because she felt sorry for her, Jinzi noticed that her hand, covered in medical tape, seemed to have stopped being angry.

How did you figure that out?

Jin Ziduo agreed to every single one of her requests.

For example, "Can you call me tomorrow night? The teacher said you're a great storyteller."

Indeed, boys who can give speeches and campaign for votes are usually good at public speaking.

This is a compliment and praise, so it's not easy to refuse, is it?

Sure enough, Jin Ziduo didn't refuse. She even said, "You can call me if you're bored at home. I'll buy you some delicious food when you get better."

Tsk, there's no way to refuse.

I just don't know how long this "obedience" can last.

So when saying goodbye, Zhou Xinya once again used her all-purpose "plaster" to praise him, saying, "Jinziduo, you are my best friend."

Everyone wants to be the "best," but Zhou Xinya categorized them into different groups—

Du Yuheng is the most reliable friend. Reliable = good.

Guo Zhimeng is the most well-behaved friend; well-behaved = good.

Tong Beibei is the cutest friend; cute = good.

So you see, it can be subdivided!

The other person is always happy after I say this, but this time was no exception.

The boy's expression softened, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Thank you."

He added at the end, "You are my friend too."

"Best friend".

The last syllable of his voice stunned Zhou Xinya for three seconds.

Why does it feel so serious?

However, she quickly adjusted and realized that being happy was all that mattered.

She was happy when she was adept at interpersonal relationships.

This happiness lasted until Zhou Yunshi drove her home and opened the car door.

Zhou Xinya didn't want to get off the bus again. She asked her father, "When will I get better?"

The doctor said colds are contagious, but her colds usually don't get better that quickly!

During the Chinese New Year, the garage was empty, and your voice would echo.

Zhou Yunshi supported her under her armpits with his large hands and picked her up. "Do you really need your mom?"

He never saw his wife treat him "well" on a daily basis; sometimes she was not only not good to him, but also very strict.

But the little girl only wants her mother; she doesn't even like her father anymore.

Zhou Yunshi chuckled, "I've been quite indulgent with you, haven't I?"

He would agree to whatever his daughter wanted, as long as it wasn't excessive, and would satisfy her every whim.

His wife was different; Zhou Xinya had a daily limit on the amount of sugar she could eat.

However, when he occasionally didn't see his daughter, Zhou Yunshi would still indulge her and take her out for cake and ice cream.

Logically speaking, one should be closer to their father—

How come when we got to their house, the one who played the bad cop got overshadowed by the good cop?

Incredible.

"Come on, Dad will take care of you these next few days." Zhou Yunshi patted the little girl who was leaning on his shoulder and making a muffled sound. "Let's try to get better as soon as possible, okay?"

Zhou Xinya didn't speak, biting her lip and sulking.

Why did I have to get sick during the Chinese New Year?

She kept pouting the whole way, and there weren't many people on the road; they'd probably all gone home for the New Year.

When they arrived home, Grandma Sun was waiting. The old lady was reluctant to turn on the lights, so she only turned on one lamp, leaving the rest of the place dark.

When Zhou Xinya saw it, she was even more horrified.

She wanted to cry but sniffled and held it back. Her mother wasn't home; she had to be strong.

I took my pajamas from the closet, took a shower, and then crawled into bed.

Quietly, Grandma Sun sat at her feet knitting a sweater, making not a sound even in the middle of the day.

It's really scary, it's like she's the only person left in the world—

The streets outside the window were also sparsely populated; you couldn't see a single person for half a day.

It's Chinese New Year, but the house is so quiet and deserted.

Nothing seemed interesting anymore; even the braised pork knuckle from the time-honored brand that Grandma Sun brought over for lunch didn't taste good anymore.

"Eat more so you can get better faster." The old man's words were rather dull, repeating the same few sentences over and over. Zhou Xinya lowered her head and ate two bowls of bean porridge and a small plate of shredded potatoes.

After eating, she ran around the house a few times, but her nose was still stuffy and her head was still dizzy.

"How could this happen!" Zhou Xinya, hiding in the bathroom, slapped her forehead in anger. "I told you to eat, sleep, and take your medicine properly—"

"Why isn't it better yet!"

Back inside, around six or seven o'clock, Grandma Sun got into bed and called to Zhou Xinya, "Come on, Grandma will put you to sleep."

I turned off the lights, and in the darkness, my eyes stung, and tears welled up again.

Tears streamed down her face, landing on her toes, leaving them wet. Zhou Xinya slowly climbed onto the bed, turned to her side; it was only seven o'clock.

It was a lively time, but my home was as quiet as a tomb.

Clutching her little hand, thinking of her mother, the little girl fell asleep.

I woke up again in the middle of the night—

I was woken up by Grandma Sun's snoring.

The old man was sleeping soundly, snoring evenly, and if you listened carefully, it sounded a bit like whistling.

I climbed down and went to the living room, and when I looked at the clock, it was only 2 a.m.

But she had already woken up and couldn't fall back asleep.

I turned on the nightlight, found the medicine prescribed by the doctor in the bag, swallowed it with ice water (ice water that had been sitting in the living room for a while), and then looked for clothes to wear.

She didn't want to lie in bed anymore—

After getting dressed, Zhou Xinya walked around the living room a few more times and found that her nose seemed to be clear and she could smell some odors again.

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