Chapter 46 Two Seedlings
"Your chicken nuggets, eat them now."
Ms. Miao brought out the drained chicken nuggets.
There was no children's dining chair at her house, so Ren Fenghe sat on an ordinary chair, poked her fork into the chicken nuggets, and ate with relish, not forgetting to ask, "Grandma, isn't my sister here?"
The confusing way of calling people in this generation was learned from Jiang Qian.
When Ren Fenghe called Jiang Shen "uncle" in order to make him choke, he said it as smoothly as possible, but he still felt a little embarrassed to call Ms. Miao's daughter "Auntie".
After all, there is not much age difference between her and Ms. Miao's daughter.
Ms. Miao said, “My daughter?”
Ren Fenghe nodded.
"You have to call her auntie," Ms. Miao corrected.
Ren Fenghe shrugged and said, okay, she would try her best to call her auntie.
"Is Auntie not here?" Ren Fenghe changed the address and asked again.
Ms. Miao looked at the clock and said with certainty, "Yes, she is in the room at this time."
Ren Fenghe was puzzled. Ms. Miao's daughter should have heard the noise, but why didn't she come out to take a look?
Oh, she understood that the creator had some degree of social phobia.
So, she pointed at the chicken nuggets and said, "We have to ask Auntie to eat with us."
Ms. Miao thought for a moment and said, "Yuanyuan, remember you asked me what sign language was yesterday?"
Ren Fenghe nodded, not understanding why Ms. Miao asked that.
etc!
Ms. Miao knows sign language.
Despite the loud noise just now, Ms. Miao's daughter didn't react.
Could it be that...
Ren Fenghe's eyes gradually widened and his mouth opened unconsciously.
Sure enough, her guess was correct.
Ms. Miao pointed to her mouth and ears and said, "My daughter can't hear anything. Because she can't hear, she can't learn to speak. If I want to talk to her, I can only use sign language."
After saying that, she observed Ren Fenghe's expression.
The little girl sat on the chair blankly, her hand holding the fork hanging in the air, and her legs, which had been shaking happily just now, also stopped.
You should understand it by watching.
Ms. Miao did not catch the expression of pity or disgust on her face that she had seen countless times before.
Ren Fenghe recovered and said, "But I don't know sign language, how can I ask Auntie to come and eat chicken nuggets? I'll go to Auntie's room and hold her hand to come out, is that okay?"
After hearing these words, Ms. Miao's heart, which had been hanging in the balance since she invited Jiang Shen and Ren Fenghe to have New Year's Eve dinner together, finally settled down.
Yes, Yuanyuan and Xiaoshen are both good kids, she knows that, and that’s why she couldn’t let them go and just have a casual New Year’s Eve dinner.
Ms. Miao felt a little sour in her heart. She tasted the sourness carefully and found a hint of warmth in it.
A smile appeared on her face.
"I think it's okay. She will be very happy." Ms. Miao replied.
Because I can’t hear or speak, I feel the sounds of the world through vision and touch, and express what I want to express through my paintbrush.
Ren Fenghe gained a new understanding of Ms. Miao's daughter.
She seemed to understand why Ms. Miao's daughter's paintings were so delicate.
She even developed a sense of mutual sympathy with the person she had never met before.
She, like her, has physical defects.
But, there seems to be a little difference...
Ren Fenghe was thinking about what was on his mind as he followed Ms. Miao to her daughter's room.
"This room is hers, go ahead." Ms. Miao said, pointing to the door.
Ren Fenghe asked: "Aren't you going in?"
Ms. Miao said, "I'm very busy. I haven't started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner yet. You two kids can go and play by yourselves."
She asked Ren Fenghe to call her daughter "Auntie", but now they became two children again.
Ren Fenghe asked again: "Should I knock on the door before going in?"
Ms. Miao said: "She can't hear you knocking, just go in."
Ren Fenghe nodded in understanding, opened the door just enough for her to stick her head in, and looked inside.
Um……
The long hair did not fall obediently on the shoulders. Instead, an elastic band was used to comb all the frizzy hair up, and then Velcro and clips were used to pin up the bangs and loose hair.
A shaved hairstyle where the hair doesn't get in the way of the eyes or touch the face.
Ren Fenghe is very familiar with this hairstyle.
She also tied her hair like this when she was preparing for the college entrance examination a few years ago.
He was not wearing all black, but only a pair of pajamas that were a mismatched top and pants. The pajamas were wrinkled and looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
Ren Fenghe is also familiar with this kind of dress.
I just took out my pajamas from the closet. Since there were no outsiders around, I felt comfortable at home so I could wear any pajamas. I could stay at home all day without going out so I wouldn't change out of my soft and comfortable pajamas.
Ren Fenghe licked his lips.
The dream is shattered.
In her impression, the painter has the image he should have.
But the girl in front of her was nothing like the painter she had imagined.
Ren Fenghe! You should have woken up long ago!
Doesn’t Jiang Shen look glamorous on the stage, but wears loose white T-shirts at home all day long!
When her legs were still fine and she could still go on stage to dance ballet, didn't she look like a noble swan? But as soon as she got off the stage, she immediately became a quacking little duck!
Finally, after Ren Fenghe returned to the age of four, she learned a great truth - no matter how high-sounding a profession sounds, or how glamorous it looks on the outside, in fact, everyone is just an ordinary person, and a lot of beautiful things come from imagination.
Ms. Miao's daughter was holding a pen and scratching her head in front of the computer screen. Her distressed look was deeply imprinted in Ren Fenghe's pupils.
She scratched her ears and cheeks for a while, then raised her hands to the ceiling in despair, raised her head as well, and opened her mouth to wail silently.
What a look of being out of inspiration and having no hope in life.
She dropped her hands in pain, put her face on the table dejectedly, and pounded the table weakly with her angry hands.
Well... the creator's mental state is a little unique, so she should leave first, Ren Fenghe thought.
But before she could leave, Ms. Miao's daughter's face, which was pressed against the table, was facing her direction, and she fell into her sight.
Ren Fenghe blinked.
The other party also blinked, as if he didn't react to what happened.
The next second, Ren Fenghe, who was holding the door handle and about to close the door, witnessed with his own eyes that the person lying on the table suddenly widened his eyes, and stood up from the chair almost like an afterimage. His face, ears, neck and even hands, which were not covered by clothes, turned red.
Help! How could such an embarrassing, outrageous and shameful thing happen!
Why didn’t mom tell her they were coming at this time! Ahhhh!
Ms. Miao's daughter screamed and shouted wildly in her heart, and really wanted to find a hole to bury herself in.
No, the person opposite you is a child, and you are an adult. Whatever you do is normal. Stay calm. Stay calm.
She took a deep breath, trying to restore her red and hot skin to normal, and opened her mouth to silently say, "Yuanyuan?"
Ren Fenghe nodded.
She thought about it and decided that since the other party had noticed her and called her, it meant that she should not have disturbed him.
Then don’t go out.
She opened the door a little and took two steps inside.
Now Ren Fenghe appeared completely and clearly in the eyes of Ms. Miao's daughter.
From this angle, Ms. Miao’s daughter couldn’t see Ms. Miao and could only see a tiny figure.
The tiny figure pointed at her mouth. Not knowing sign language, she made her mouth very big and spoke each word very slowly, trying to make the other person understand what she said through her lip shape.
"My name is Zhang Tuanyuan. Auntie, what's your name? Can you write it down for me?"
Seeing the little girl's actions, Ms. Miao's daughter finally understood why her mother would talk to her about the children of her employer every time she came home.
She gave a bright smile, then shook her head regretfully, pointing at her mouth and shaking her head to indicate that she understood her lip reading.
She took out her cell phone, walked to Ren Fenghe, squatted down, and pointed the microphone of her cell phone at Ren Fenghe.
Ren Fenghe leaned closer to the microphone and said it again, staring at her as he spoke.
She smiled brightly, like the warm yellow desk lamp on her table. It was as if her smile had never suffered from social prejudice or been drenched in sympathetic glances.
Ren Fenghe didn't understand why this happened. She had basically not left the room since her leg accident and she also didn't understand why Ms. Miao's daughter was willing to run out of the house with her painting tools.
Ms. Miao's daughter pressed the voice-to-text button and finally knew what Ren Fenghe had said.
She pointed at herself, typed on her phone, and said through the system voice: "My name is Miao Qingqing."
"Have you ever seen rice seedlings? When my mother changed my name, she suddenly thought of the green rice seedlings in the fields."
Ren Fenghe felt that she and Miao Qingqing were more alike and more compatible. The "禾" in her name also means "He Miao".
They are two similar seedlings.
But they grew in different places and grew into different appearances.
Ren Fenghe looked at Miao Qingqing with such a smile and felt genuinely envious.
It’s great that Ms. Miao must have put in a lot of effort to be able to smile so brightly.
She must have been raised with great care by Ms. Miao, right?
Ren Fenghe thought of how Ms. Miao always said "my baby", "my child", "my daughter" from time to time, and every time she mentioned her, she could not hide the pride and pride on her face.
But what about her? Ren Fenghe recalled how her parents came to the hospital to visit her after the accident.
I can’t remember, Ren Fenghe thought.
At that time, she was controlled by her emotions and paid no attention to anyone around her.
But it was certainly not the expression she expected.
She also remembered what Ms. Miao said on the day when she put on the child anti-lost leash for her, that when she was young and busy outside, she would tie her and Miao Qingqing together with soft cloth.
The little seedlings are well protected and growing in love, so they have such a smile.
Thinking of Ms. Miao, Ren Fenghe frowned slightly inadvertently.
Miao Qingqing has the same surname as Ms. Miao.
Also, what Miao Qingqing just said was "changing the name" instead of "naming".
Ren Fenghe captured the key words.
Zhang Tuanyuan's surname is "Zhang" because Zhang Jingchun did not marry Jiang Shen. Jiang Qian took her mother's surname "Jiang". According to her, it was Jiang Tangxia who fought for it.
Miao Qingqing has the same surname as Ms. Miao.
Yes, I have never heard Ms. Miao mention her husband.
There is a story here, Ren Fenghe thought.
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