Jian Shu obtained a spatial dimension. Having read countless novels, she immediately hoarded supplies, preparing for transmigration or the apocalypse.
A few years later, Jian Shu had already ...
Meng Ying laughed dumbly. "You're still like this. You've never liked tube-shaped buildings since you were a kid. I still remember when we first got our apartments, everyone else liked to draw lots for a high floor, but you didn't want to. Then you got the fourth floor, and you acted like a spoiled brat and asked your dad to find someone to move you to the first floor."
Jianshu dug out this incident from distant memories.
That was more than ten years ago, when she was still young, only three or four years old. Jian Yucheng and Qiao Ling were still young at the time, so they certainly didn't have many options for dividing the house, let alone choosing on their own.
For the couple, it didn't matter where they lived. After all, there were only three of them in the family, so their apartment was spacious. Unlike other families with larger members, they didn't have to resort to playing the victim card and appealing to their feelings to get a bigger house.
Unfortunately, the precious daughter at home was unwilling. She sat on the ground, hugged the two people's thighs and cried at the top of her lungs, saying that the fourth floor was too high, she was afraid of heights, and climbing stairs was tiring. What if she accidentally rolled down?
She gave a lot of bullshit reasons. If it were anyone else, they would have slapped her twice impatiently. How could she have had the chance to act coquettishly or make trouble?
But Jian Yucheng is decisive and decisive outside, but he is a daughter slave at home. He has no principles in front of his precious daughter. He says whatever he wants and gives her whatever she wants.
Although Qiao Ling often plays the role of a strict mother due to her unreliable husband, she still loves her daughter with all her heart. She is ruthless in big matters, but will generally fulfill her daughter's wishes in small matters.
Isn't it just a new house? What's the big deal? It doesn't matter where you live.
Moreover, the reasons given by Jianshu are not completely unreasonable. After all, a little girl of three or four years old has short and thick legs and is chubby all over. It really makes people worry that she will roll down the stairs when she goes down.
With this hidden danger, how could the parents feel at ease? They immediately looked for someone to change houses.
It just so happened that at that time, everything was in ruins and many systems were not perfect. The management of house-changing was not strict. As long as both parties agreed, they could just go and register together.
In addition, the tube-shaped buildings were extremely new at that time. Most people had lived in bungalows all their lives and wanted to experience the thrill of living in an apartment building.
Many people were looking to upgrade their apartment at that time, but most wanted to move up. The Jian family was different; they wanted to move down. Once the news got out, most of the people who had been drawn for the first floor and were dissatisfied came to the door.
Finally, the family of three - a couple and a baby who made up the numbers - held a family meeting. After comparing the geographical location - the distance from the school, the neighborhood relationship - who are the neighbors, who lives upstairs, whether they are easy to get along with, and other factors, they chose one of them.
The reason why this family stands out with overwhelming advantage is that next door is Zhao Mingze and Meng Ying's family.
What could be more delightful than having a good friend next door? Of course, having a good friend living upstairs.
The location is also good, right next to the main road of the staff quarters, only a five-minute walk from the nursery and primary school, and the supply and marketing cooperative is not far away. It can be said to be a prime location.
After changing houses, the three of us moved in happily, and the others who were given houses also moved in happily.
During those days, the children in the family compound’s favorite game was climbing stairs. They would climb up and down, and they would compete to see who could climb faster, and they never got tired of it.
Especially for children living on high floors, their favorite thing to do is to lie by the window and say hello (show off) to their friends downstairs.
In fact, not only children but adults are also happy. Every day when they go out, they greet each other with “I just saw…”, “I was upstairs…” etc. They like to add the location when they speak.
Only the little brat Jianshu was not interested. Every time other kids asked her to climb stairs together, she would refuse them sternly. She also secretly complained that she didn't understand what they were thinking. Climbing stairs is so tiring, why would anyone like it?
The cute little boy's serious look made all the adults laugh and brought a lot of fun to life.
Now, when Jianshu thinks about the things he did when he was young and ignorant, he can't help but cover his face.
Ah—why didn't she recover her memories sooner? She had such a dark childhood!
Sitting on the ground hugging your thighs and crying is so embarrassing!
And the complaints at the end, coming from a little kid, feel a bit childish! Is the main point to be different?
These are not the most embarrassing things. The most embarrassing thing is that while you are recalling the past, there is another person involved who helps you recall the past and even tells these dark histories to other people as funny stories, including your sister and significant other.
If this isn't considered social death, then what is?
Jian Shu dug his toes into the ground, wishing he could dig out a Forbidden City and crawl into it. He covered his face with his hands and begged softly, "Auntie, please don't say that. Wasn't that because I was young and ignorant before?"
Meng Ying spoke with great enthusiasm, and the other two listened intently, their inner monologues perfectly synchronized: "Tell me more! Tell me more! I love to hear it!"
"No way! This is called having a strong opinion!" Meng Ying couldn't stand hearing that the child she had watched grow up was good in every way, even from Jian Shu himself.
For the first time, Jianshu felt such a "heavy" love, and wailed in his heart, Auntie, can you please put away your filter!
How could anyone think a three or four-year-old kid had her own opinions? They would just think she had a weird personality and was very different from other kids.
Born into the Jian family, Jian Yucheng and Qiao Ling, who have very open-minded parenting philosophies, Jian Shu, without memories but bearing the scars of a later generation, unable to conceal his often incompatible feelings, would either become a problem child in the eyes of others or become increasingly silent amidst the conflicting ideologies.
It is because of the couple's tolerance that she has developed her current personality. She has not lost the edges she should have, and she is more confident and calm than before.
"Aunt!" Jian Shu called out again in embarrassment, her fair cheeks stained with a hint of red.
"Okay, okay, auntie won't say anymore!" Seeing that the other person was about to get angry, Meng Ying decided to stop and stopped teasing her.
The two people who were listening with great interest sighed at the same time, alas, the gossip was gone.
In the past, Zhao Yueling would have pressed the issue for a moment, asking, "What a rare opportunity!" If she didn't seize it, she'd be sorry for all the years she'd been deceived by her unjust sister.
If I miss this opportunity, who knows when I’ll be able to pry her mother’s mouth open again?
But when she looked at Jianshu's big belly, she could only sigh with regret.
Alas, I can’t afford to offend him. Who can blame him for having a talisman?
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