The noise coming from upstairs was not that loud, but for Mrs. Ji, whose heart was already hanging by a thread, even the slightest sound was earth-shaking.
The girl went back to her room.
Ji Yuzhou walked down from upstairs, followed by the distraught Ji Ruting.
"What on earth is going on?" Mrs. Ji couldn't help but ask.
Ji Yuzhou sat down on a very stylish leather sofa. He had good manners, a straight back, and sat upright and elegantly, like a straight ruler that could measure everything.
"You always say that Yu Huan is not close to you." He said calmly.
"Yes, she is too quiet and doesn't make people worry." Mrs. Ji explained subconsciously.
"If you use this as an excuse, it doesn't hold up. What's Ru Ting's personality like? She's quiet and not good at expressing herself. But why doesn't mother distance herself from Ru Ting?" Ji Yuzhou asked back.
"She just came back, and the time we spent together was too short..." Mrs. Ji said reasonably.
Ji Ruting sat there silently.
"This is not the fundamental reason." Ji Yuzhou no longer listened to her explanation and said bluntly:
"The day you discovered the wrong child had been taken away, you were utterly panicked—because you had lost your own child. You couldn't imagine how much you had missed out on, or what she had been through out there. You felt guilt, fear, and worry..."
"These things have been weighing on your minds. That's why you are so eager to get her back."
"Then you discovered that she wasn't the resentful or complaining person you imagined. She was obedient, sensible, and considerate. She didn't care about your past mistakes at all... so you didn't care about them either."
"Those shortcomings were easily brushed aside because of the victims' understanding."
"In the name of getting along, openly ignoring the hurt she'd suffered, that's what we did to her."
"Now, you're still blaming her for not being close to you."
Mrs. Ji was stunned and looked sad. The things she had deliberately ignored were exposed by Ji Yuzhou, who analyzed everything she had done and left nothing to hide.
"But, she..." She explained palely, tears streaming down her face. "I tried my best to be nice to her. I took her to visit relatives and friends, I decorated her room, I cooked for her myself, and I gave her everything she wanted...but she didn't want it."
"Why doesn't she want it? Children her age know to ask their parents for snacks, but she doesn't dare to ask for anything... Why do you think that is?"
Ji Yuzhou's emotions were always stable, but at this moment his voice became a little deeper.
Mrs. Ji was speechless after being questioned by him.
Ji Yuzhou slowed down and calmed down: "Do you want to know? I'll find someone to tell you what she went through."
"Ru Ting, call your father out, don't let him act stupid in the room."
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When Xie Junyao received Ji Yuzhou's call, he was still a little confused, but no matter what the reason was, he had to answer the call from his brother-in-law.
So he took a cookie from Mrs. Xie's plate of finished products waiting to be tasted and praised it enthusiastically: "It's delicious, Mom, your cooking skills have improved again..."
Then he quickly stood up, rushed back to the room like the wind and closed the door.
Mrs. Xie was furious: "You haven't eaten yet!"
"Hey, brother, what's wrong? What's the matter?" He shouted along with Yu Huan.
"Yes, I met her when I was studying in town. What was she like back then?"
It was the end of midsummer. The bright sunlight shone through the clear glass window, falling on the boy's long eyelashes and sprinkling on the back of his white hand holding the mobile phone.
"Fiery" is the most appropriate word to describe the feeling she gives people.
A gust of wind was so loud that it stirred the branches outside the window and began to sway.
The green leaves spun and floated, and as they spun, his memory went back to three years ago. He stood upstairs, holding the railing, watching her downstairs coming back from the school cafeteria, chatting and laughing with classmates on the way.
"He loves to laugh and make fun of others. He has many friends and is like a happy person. He is the class monitor and also the troublemaker in the class." The boy's eyebrows and eyes are soft, as if kissed by the wind. As he sketches the figure in his memory, his voice is clear and he smiles slightly, "He is also a little crazy."
"...It's very contradictory. I've never met anyone like her."
"Even though my family was so poor that I could only eat the cheapest discounted dishes every day and my old schoolbag would tear if I put too much pressure on it, I was still cheerful and brave."
"...One time, outside of school, I encountered a group of thugs with smoking and permed hair chasing her. At that time, I didn't know they were debt collectors. I just saw her nimbly weaving through the alleys. After the people left, she came out triumphantly..."
She has a magical quality: she appears soft and harmless on the outside, but is incredibly tough on the inside.
Unlike bamboo, she can bend and stretch very freely. Even if she is bent, she can shake and stand up again.
He was at a loss for words to describe the amazement he felt when he saw it.
But the listeners can still portray such a vivid and moving girl from his few words.
She walked through the narrow streets and alleys, facing the wind.
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