Lunch was simple. Chunxiao fried two vegetarian dishes and added a can of beef head. It was not her fault. She had just moved in and the refrigerator was not full yet, so there was nothing to cook.
But Yu Xinggui ate an extra bowl, which was rare for him. If he really couldn't eat anymore, he might have held on when Yang Shushu served him another bowl.
"Hey, it's unnatural for you to eat so little at your age. How did you grow so tall with such a large appetite?" Yang Shushu reached out and patted the top of Yu Xinggui's head, who was sitting next to him. Then she pinched his arm and said, "Tsk, no wonder, the little nutrition you ate only made you grow taller. You're just skin and bones."
Yu Xinggui usually seldom responded to other people's conversations. Even when he knew they were being addressed, he rarely opened his mouth. But at this moment, he couldn't help but defend himself: "I... do drink milk. I drink it every night."
Yang Shushu found his serious expression very cute, so she reached out and pinched his face. She found that it felt really good. It was unreasonable for a boy to have such good skin, so she took the opportunity to strike a blow at Chunxiao who was also eating at the same table.
"Hey, Chunxiao, Xiaoyu's skin is better than yours. You have to work harder in the future."
Chunxiao looked up and glared at her: "Your salary is too low, I can't afford to buy cosmetics."
"You have to ask Uncle Liang for this. I am not in charge of your salary. But the skin created by cosmetics is different from Xiaoyu's natural skin. You can try pinching it to feel it." As she said that, she pinched it again.
Chunxiao held the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, looking at Yu Xinggui who was being held by her and dared not move. What was happening before her eyes was too unscientific. She vaguely remembered that when she first came to work at the Mu family, she once saw Mu Shuya talking to Yu Xinggui. At that time, she might have wanted to express her motherly love, so she reached out to pat her son on the head, but was avoided by her son.
She thought, if Mu Shuya saw her son, whom she didn't even let touch, being manipulated by another woman and still being so honest, she wouldn't know how she would feel. She would probably hate Yang Shushu even more.
Yu Xinggui sat there obediently as he was pinched, with his eyes lowered, looking very shy.
He seldom speaks. Although he goes to school, he only goes two or three days a week at most. He never participates in group activities held by the school and has no friends at school. His classmates have never bullied him, but indifference is sometimes a form of violence, which makes him even more afraid to approach others.
This was the first time he was so close to someone. The moment Yang Shushu reached out, he wanted to avoid her, but he forced himself to hold it back. He didn't want to see that bright smile disappear, and he didn't want to see disgust on that face.
That day, she grabbed him on the top floor of the hospital, and the words she said to him were like a ray of light injected into his heart which was always dull and dark. His parents would only tell him every day how good he had to be, who he had to beat, what he had to grab, what he had to do, who he had to please, and who he had to hate. In their eyes, he was not a life, but a tool, a tool that could be used by them, as if it didn't matter whether he was alive or not, as long as he could play a role, he didn't even need to have his own thoughts.
That day, Yang Shushu also told him to live, and to live for others, but her words made him understand that even if he lived for others, he had to live his own life, because that person's life was so vivid and colorful. If he did not have his own color, he would be sorry for the person who gave him this world to see.
Before hearing those words, he didn't know how many times he had thought about death. He knew that if he died, he would be sorry for the girl who saved him, but he couldn't help thinking that way, because he couldn't do anything while he was alive, not even to help her take care of her relatives.
But his second sister-in-law's words made him understand that he was not completely powerless. The girl had dreams, so many beautiful dreams, but he had nothing. His world was dark. His second sister-in-law's words were like the girl's replacement, passing all her dreams to him, allowing him to inherit those dreams. He finally understood that life is not a matter of one person, at least his life is not. He is not wonderful, but he has to make another life wonderful on behalf of another.
For some reason, when he saw his second sister-in-law, he seemed to see the girl's life shining in front of his eyes, and the darkness in front of him seemed to have a direction. As long as he followed the light, he would keep going like this, and then light up his dark world little by little.
Yang Shushu didn’t know what Yu Xinggui was thinking. If she knew, she would probably say: That’s a supernatural light.
"Second sister-in-law, in the future... can I still come here... to see you?" Yu Xinggui asked nervously. He was very afraid that Yang Shushu would say no. He could almost feel the light in front of his eyes going out if she said the word no. He was even trembling with nervousness.
Yang Shushu looked at the boy trembling because of a question, and couldn't help but feel distressed: "Of course, you can come anytime you want."
The boy's dark eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously: "Yeah."
After finishing their meal, Yu Xinggui noticed that Yang Shushu was extremely sleepy, so he considerately left. After Yu Xinggui left, Chunxiao gave Yang Shushu, who was about to go upstairs to sleep, a thumbs-up: "You're really good. Even this young master who is so autistic that even his mother can't make him speak, has talked to you so much today."
"It's okay. Although the child has some psychological problems, he's not so silent as to say nothing."
"Hehe, maybe your face is quite deceiving. Your smile today was so gentle that it made me sick." Chunxiao made an exaggerated disgusted expression.
Yang Shushu stretched and said viciously, "Then I will be gentle to you every day from now on, and disgust you to death."
Chunxiao: “…” It would be better to kill him with a broom.
Old Master Mu's birthday party is approaching, and Yang Shushu has been staying in her room these days. Even Chun Xiao doesn't know what she is doing. She tried to peek at her several times, but failed every time. However, before the old master's birthday, Zuo Jinheng's movie premiered.
Yang Shushu had been thinking about this matter and didn't sleep well the night before. After all, this was her first time participating in such an event.
The premiere was scheduled for the evening, so she ran away after lunch. This time she learned her lesson and knew that it was quite a distance down the mountain from the Mu family manor, and it would definitely not be possible to get there by relying on Truck No. 11. So she looked for any member of the Mu family who went out, and she would take a ride with them.
As a result, Mu Shicang called at this time.
"I'll send someone to pick you up later," he said.
"Huh? Why are you picking me up? I have something to do today."
"Don't ask so many questions. The person should have arrived at the gate. Just get in the car." Mu Shicang said without giving room for refusal and hung up the phone.
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