After the summer vacation, Yancuo entered the third year of junior high school. The atmosphere in the third year was tense from the beginning. The teacher began to frequently keep students after class, and the workload became increasingly heavy.
Yancuo went to school early every day and was the last one to go home. His uncle had asked him about it several times, with some worry in his voice. Yancuo said that he was in the third year of junior high school and had a lot of homework, so he told him not to worry.
But she didn't realize that her aunt, who used to be sarcastic and mocking to her, would now just look at her quietly, prepare meals for her, and wash her clothes. The house was less noisy and full of the warmth that Yancuo had always longed for.
It was another evening self-study get out of class. Yan Cuo washed up as usual and was about to go to his room when he heard voices coming from his uncle and aunt's room: "Are you really going to support her forever? We don't have any children of our own, and this child is not our own after all. She's already so old. If she doesn't support us when we're old, I wonder who you'll cry to." His aunt and uncle complained.
My uncle was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something. After a long while, he said, "No, Yancuo is a good child. We don't ask her to support us. As long as we have someone to accompany us in our old age, that will be enough."
My aunt was silent now. The couple had found out they had a health problem and couldn't have children. After so many years of seeking medical advice, there was no result.
This child is obedient and has had a hard life since childhood. She has parents like that. I am her relative no matter what, so I will just consider it as a good thing for her to have someone to accompany her in her old age.
Thinking of this, her heart inevitably softened. "I'll listen to you and treat him as our own child. Yancuo works so hard, he will definitely be able to get into the best high school. Then we will be proud of him." Her uncle nodded and looked at her. "It's best if you think so. We can live a peaceful life as a family. This is better than anything else."
Yan Cuo didn't know how long she listened, and she still didn't come to her senses until the lights in her uncle and aunt's room were turned off.
I originally thought my aunt must have hated me, but it turned out I was wrong. My aunt's care for me during this period of time was actually very obvious, and she no longer had the disdain and rejection she had before.
Yan Cuo couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, which fell, but he couldn't help but feel happy. Being accepted and cared for by others was something he had never dared to think about before. God really was kind to him.
Back in the room, Yancuo lay down on the bed and fell asleep early. In his dream, he saw his grandma who had not appeared for a long time. She smiled at him kindly. Yancuo also smiled: Grandma, don't worry, someone will treat me well in the future.
Time flies, and the third day of the Lunar New Year is already halfway through. The Spring Festival is coming soon, and every household is decorated with lights and colorful decorations, looking very happy.
There are also small colored lights hanging on the trees on the street, twinkling, making the city gentle.
On the 29th day of the lunar year, Ancheng snowed heavily. This snow fell all night long. After the snow, the city was covered in silver, and the red lanterns decorated the white scene, making people feel bright.
Yancuo followed his aunt out to buy New Year's goods. Wearing a red cotton jacket and white snow boots, he walked through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The neighbors along the way greeted them warmly. Yancuo smiled shyly, but the joy in her heart was genuine. In this strange place, now there are so many people who accept her, which is her best New Year's gift.
After dinner, Yancuo cleaned up the dishes and took the trash downstairs. There were many children playing downstairs, holding fireworks and laughing, and the New Year atmosphere was particularly strong.
Yancuo smiled and thought, "That's great." After throwing away the trash, Yancuo was about to go upstairs when he saw a dark figure at the entrance of the alley in the distance. He was dressed in black, as if blending into the darkness. But his eyes were bright, and he just stared at him, motionless.
Yan Cuo looked at him absentmindedly. Why were the stars in his eyes gone? Why did he look so lonely? Yan Cuo turned and walked closer to him, only then did he see the slap mark on his face. Yan Cuo was startled and hurriedly touched his face with his hand. "What's wrong with you? Did you get beaten?"
Yan Cuo spoke softly. He looked particularly vulnerable today, unlike the sunny and proud boy he usually was. The boy looked at her for a long time before speaking, "Can I hug you?" Yan Cuo knew that he didn't want to let her know how vulnerable he was.
Yancuo knew she should refuse, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She took the initiative to walk forward and gently hugged him. The boy seemed to be trembling slightly, but he hugged her even tighter. Yancuo could hear his heartbeat, every beat, as if it were hitting her own heart.
A long silence followed, and the two of them embraced each other for a long time, neither of them speaking. At that moment, Yan Cuo thought, even if he had lost the whole world before, he would be willing to risk his life to give him the most beautiful things in the world. Just for his smile.
Winter nights are always unusually cold. The boy was wearing thin clothes, and his lips had already begun to turn pale. Yan Cuo took off his own scarf and wrapped it around his neck.
She tried to stand on tiptoe and looked into his eyes: "Yu Muyang, no matter what you encounter, I believe in you, you can overcome it. It was you who encouraged me and gave me courage before, now let me warm you. I hope you are bathed in the warm sun and always have a warm existence. Believe me, after the night passes, there will be light. You have to believe in this world, believe in me, and most importantly, you must believe in yourself, okay?"
Yu Muyang looked at her. The girl was standing on tiptoe to look at him, trying hard to warm herself. Her bright eyes seemed to light up the darkness.
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