These words were like a heavy slap in the face. Although Jiang Xiachu was not hit, he still felt a burning pain on his face.
When Jiang Hongyan said these words, He Yiran was standing beside her and listening.
She didn't like Jiang Xiachu in the first place, and now that she had the support of her stepmother, she became even more proud and deliberately said things to provoke Jiang Xiachu.
"The photo studio is so beautiful, there are all kinds of clothes in it. Some people are ugly and cheap, so they are not worthy of entering such a high-class place."
"This photo must be placed in the most prominent place in the house, so that everyone can see how happy our life is."
"I just hope that when my friends come to play with me, they will find that Jiang Xiachu is not here, and don't treat her as a servant in our house."
Not only was Jiang Hongyan not angry, she also laughed along.
As a mother, she is the only one who can achieve what she has done.
Jiang Xiachu closed his eyes tightly, trying to drive the past out of his mind.
I no longer have any attachment to this so-called home.
Since she didn't have much stuff, she planned to leave tonight.
But just as he opened the door, a cold wind blew outside, and Jiang Xiachu shivered, realizing that his whole body was cold.
She was in such a hurry when she came back just now that she only changed her clothes and didn't even have time to take a hot shower before rushing to the engagement party.
If you continue like this, you will catch a cold sooner or later.
Jiang Xiachu hurried to boil some water, wanting to take a hot bath first.
A thick mist quickly rose in the kitchen, blurring the window glass.
Jiang Xiachu moved a small stool over, hugged his legs, and stared at the fire on the stove in a daze.
I was thinking that if I wanted to take a good bath, I would need to fill several kettles with hot water.
Soon, mist began to rise from the water in the pot.
Jiang Xiachu stood up and wanted to make the fire in the stove bigger to speed up the process.
However, she didn't expect that the jade pendant that had been worn on her neck fell out from her collar during the movement.
That rich emerald green looks particularly refreshing.
Jiang Xiachu subconsciously held it in his hand and gently rubbed the words engraved on it with his thumb.
Over the years, the only good thing she got was just this half of the jade pendant.
Although he didn't know its specific value, Jiang Xiachu had always cherished it very much.
The only time I thought about it was to give it to my teacher.
Her teacher was not only a very knowledgeable person, but also a good dancer.
Once at a school art performance, the teacher danced folk dance in a skirt, and she was as beautiful as the celebrity photos pasted behind the mirror.
Jiang Xiachu only took one look and was deeply fascinated.
After the performance, He Yiran and her friends found the right opportunity and ran away.
Jiang Xiachu was forced to stay and clean for them.
Standing alone on the stage, she remembered her teacher dancing on the stage.
I couldn't help but raise my hand and imitate him.
This scene was caught by the teacher who had returned.
Jiang Xiachu still remembers that she lowered her head guiltily, her face flushed with embarrassment, just like a clumsy thief.
Unexpectedly, the teacher not only did not criticize her, but also showed a surprised expression on her face.
"I only watched it once, and you can dance so well. It seems that you are very talented in dancing."
The teacher did not mind Jiang Xiachu's rough hair. She gently touched her head and pinched her waist and limbs.
"His limbs are very long and slender, and he's flexible enough. He's a natural born with good looks."
"Xia Chu, go back and tell your mother to let you learn dancing from me in the future."
When he was a child, Jiang Xiachu always thought that he was good for nothing and was the most useless child in the world.
The teacher's praise was like a stone thrown into a pond, causing ripples in her heart and giving her hope again.
Jiang Xiachu really wants to learn dancing and she likes dancing very much.
She knew that her family was not well off and did not want to add burden to her mother, so she sensibly offered to use half of her jade pendant to pay for her dancing tuition.
However, after Jiang Hongyan learned of her plan, she expressed her strong opposition.
"Don't you even look at what you look like? You're so ugly, how can you be a dancer? Standing on the stage will only make people laugh and bring shame to our whole family."
"I'd like to tell you to stop dreaming. A family like ours is not qualified to learn these things."
Jiang Xiachu was unwilling to give up just like that, and in order to beg her mother for approval, she even brought out the words of praise her teacher had said about her, saying that she was in good physical condition and had a talent for dancing.
However, the next day after hearing this, Jiang Hongyan changed all her shoes to a smaller size without saying a word.
He even coaxed her: "It's shameful for a girl to have big feet. No man will want you in the future."
"It's better to squeeze it a little, so that your feet can become smaller. Keep wearing it like this from now on."
He said nice things and claimed that he was thinking about Jiang Xiachu's future, but in fact he just wanted to suppress her and wipe out her talent.
Jiang Xiachu had difficulty walking in her small shoes, let alone dancing.
After noticing her changes, the teacher visited her home several times to give her advice, but was severely criticized by Jiang Hongyan.
He was even charged with "plotting ill and trying to lure Jiang Xiachu away from home."
This happened several times, and the teacher became completely disappointed and never mentioned again wanting to teach Jiang Xiachu to dance.
Jiang Hongyan is very satisfied with her understanding and likes her current peaceful life.
Only Jiang Xiachu was pinned to the mud, with no chance of getting out.
There was still some blood splattered on the jade pendant from the injury.
Jiang Xiachu wiped it subconsciously and suddenly felt how pitiful her former self was.
Although she is very talented in dancing, she has no chance at all.
Even if you are very eager to learn, you can only hide outside the classroom and learn a few things while others are in class.
After getting married, Jiang Xiachu had some free time and freedom.
She took every opportunity to segment her time.
Apart from taking care of her daughter, she would seek advice from Mrs. Du, who came from the neighboring art troupe, whenever she had free time.
Seeing how quickly and well she learned, Old Mrs. Du couldn't help but sigh.
"He is a talented person, but unfortunately he was enlightened too late, so he can only develop this into a hobby."
Faced with these words, Jiang Xiachu could only smile bitterly.
She really loves singing and dancing, but she really has no chance to develop.
There was a broken mirror next to the stove.
Jiang Xiachu picked it up and held it against his face.
The scar went through half of his face, making him look particularly hideous.
Her face was damaged to such an extent that it could not be salvaged.
Even if she lived her life over again, she had the opportunity to learn dance from scratch.
But because of his disfigurement, he lost the opportunity to join the art troupe.
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