After returning to Qingshan City last night, Wen Ziyun's mind was filled with Zhou Yuanyuan's watery almond eyes. He didn't expect that just one night later, the person he missed appeared in front of him.
Looking at Wen Ziqing following behind Zhou Yuanyuan, Wen Ziyun snorted inwardly, his expression darkening. He didn't understand why, despite being a grandson, his grandfather was so kind to his eldest brother, leaving all the good things for Wen Ziqing, including a beautiful girl like Zhou Yuanyuan. Obviously, he and Yuanyuan were closer in age, so they were a better match.
Wen Ziqiu didn't notice anything unusual about Wen Ziyun. Seeing that Wen Yiran specifically told him to play well with Zhou Yuanyuan, he couldn't help but get angry. He pursed his lips, snorted, and said, "Grandpa, I don't like this sister. She's so mean. She even scolded me yesterday. I don't want to play with her."
Seeing Wen Ziqiu complain, Zhao Qingshan and the other adults felt a little embarrassed. Wen Ziqiu was talking about Zhou Yuanyuan, but wasn't she actually saying that Zhao Qingshan and the others didn't treat her little guest well?
Wen Ziqiu didn't even think about it. If she hadn't called Yuanyuan an idiot and Wen Ziqing a mute, why would Zhou Yuanyuan have targeted a little girl like her? Many people only see the bad side of others towards them, and don't consider that they were the first to be unkind to others.
Zhou Yuanyuan smiled and took Wen Ziqing's hand, playing with his fingers, pretending not to hear what Wen Ziqiu said. Wen Ziqing's palm was one-third larger than Zhou Yuanyuan's small hand, and he was very patient. No matter how Zhou Yuanyuan toyed with his fingers, he didn't say a word.
Wen Yiran was stunned. He wasn't angry about Zhou Yuanyuan "bullying" Wen Ziqiu, but he felt that his eldest daughter-in-law was too bad at raising children. It was normal for children to have conflicts, and they would dissipate like smoke after a day or two. Wen Ziqiu's vengeful nature was not good.
"Zi Qiu, sisters should live in harmony. You are older than Yuanyuan, and grandpa hopes you can be a qualified sister." Wen Yiran instructed Wen Zi Qiu.
"Yeah." Wen Ziqiu nodded aggrievedly. Although she didn't like Zhou Yuanyuan at all, not only was she prettier than herself, but her mouth was also so sharp that it could piss people off.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't say anything. She didn't like Wen Ziqiu at all and had never thought of making friends with him. It seemed that she would let Grandpa Wen down.
"Grandpa, let me take Yuanyuan upstairs to play." Wen Ziqing hurried to rescue Zhou Yuanyuan. The little girl frowned, and Wen Ziqing knew that she was impatient.
"Go ahead! Show off that little car you built in front of Yuanyuan." Wen Yiran waved his hand, letting the children go play for a while. Since Ziqiu and Yuanyuan didn't get along, Wen Yiran didn't force it.
Wen Ziqing took Zhou Yuanyuan's hand and walked up the stairs. Before going to Zhaojiagou, Wen Ziqing loved tinkering with mechanical models. He spent months searching for parts to build that little car. Since the car shell wasn't available elsewhere, Wen Ziqing painstakingly polished it from scrap metal. The car model was only the size of a palm, and after it was finished, Wen Ziqing patiently sprayed it green.
The proportions of the model were very good. It could be said that the first thing that the twelve-year-old Wen Ziqing felt proud of was his car model.
After his training reached the point of "obsession," Wen Ziqing's appearance remained the same twelve-year-old Wen Ziqing, but in reality, his heart had become the forty-something Wen Ziqing of his previous life. If Wen Yiran hadn't mentioned it, Wen Ziqing himself would have forgotten about the handmade car model from his youth.
When Wen Ziyun heard Wen Yiran mention the car model, a look of unease crossed his face. While he was still dazed, Wen Ziqing had already taken Zhou Yuanyuan's hand and walked up to the second floor. Wen Ziyun lowered his head and thought for a moment, then followed Wen Ziqing and the others.
Wen Ziqiu was feeling bored with the conversation between Wen Yiran and the others, so when she saw her brother going upstairs, she followed him.
The last room on the second floor belongs to Wen Ziqing. Wen Ziqing came to his grandfather's house in Qingshan City from City N when he was four years old and has lived in this room ever since without moving.
There are many empty rooms in the Wen family's small building. Every year when Wen Yulong and his friends come back, there is a fixed room on the third floor reserved for them to live in.
This year, Wen Ziyun, on a whim, took over Wen Ziqing's room. When Wen Ziqing opened the door, he saw plastic pistols and toy wooden swords scattered across the floor. Mixed in with them was Wen Ziqing's dismantled handmade car model.
Wen Ziqing stood at the door for a while but did not go in. Zhou Yuanyuan looked at the scattered car parts on the floor and the sad look on Wen Ziqing's face. How could she not understand?
At this time, Wen Yiran's voice came from downstairs calling everyone to eat.
At the corner of the stairs, Wen Ziyun grabbed hold of Wen Ziqiu, who was about to go upstairs, and gestured to silence him. The two siblings stood there, looking at the motionless backs of Wen Ziqing and Zhou Yuanyuan, feeling a little flustered.
Both Wen Ziyun and his sister had a hand in dismantling the car model. It was just that Wen Ziyun was in charge of dismantling it, while Wen Ziqiu was in charge of crushing the parts that could be crushed. Who could blame Grandpa for being so proud when he mentioned Wen Ziqing's model to Dad last night?
Wen Ziqing stood there, gazing at the devastation, saying nothing. After a half-minute of silence, Wen Ziqing took Zhou Yuanyuan's hand, turned around, and prepared to return downstairs. Compared to the anger he'd felt in his previous life when he saw the destroyed model, Wen Ziqing's current state of mind had calmed considerably.
Zhou Yuanyuan strangely felt a hint of sadness in Wen Ziqing, mixed with a hint of melancholy.
Zhou Yuanyuan could already sense the pride Wen Yiran had expressed when he mentioned the car model. Wen Ziqing had put so much effort into crafting that handmade car model. But it had been ripped to pieces by Wen Ziyun and the others. What did this mean? Zhou Yuanyuan didn't fully understand, but she could guess a little.
Zhou Yuanyuan stopped and pulled Wen Ziqing's hand, motioning him to lower his head.
Wen Ziqing didn't understand why, but he was happy to satisfy every request of the little girl.
Zhou Yuanyuan stood on tiptoe and gave Wen Ziqing a kiss on the cheek. She whispered, "Brother Ziqing, don't be sad. We'll make a new one together next time."
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know why, but she just wanted to say this to Wen Ziqing. Wen Ziqing's aura made her feel restless and irritable, and she thought comforting him might make him feel better.
Wen Ziqing wanted to laugh. Was his little girl feeling sorry for him? Although this car model was an old item from decades ago to Wen Ziqing.
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