Chapter 236 Will Amnesia Change Handwriting?
From the courtyard to the villa, the Cheng family's home was in complete disarray, with traces of fire everywhere.
A group of people were scattered around, coming and going, and everything from small plants to large walls needed repair.
Tu Chaoxi felt a surge of irritation upon seeing this.
Hearing Tu Yao's description is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
And looking at it this way, it's clear that she cut corners in her description yesterday!
"You brat, you clearly told me the fire wasn't that big."
The fire had almost reached the fourth floor!
How big does this have to be? Does it have to burn down the entire Cheng family compound from top to bottom to be considered big?
No one dared to mess with an angry Tu Chaoxi, and neither did Cheng Sangsang.
She glanced over and quickly grabbed someone.
"Teacher Tu, this is Uncle Cheng from our family."
"Uncle Cheng, could you please entertain Teacher Tu for me? I'll go and move Tu Xiaomao's things downstairs!"
After Cheng Sangsang finished speaking, she quickly slipped away.
Tu Chaoxi snapped out of her daze and looked at the resolute-faced middle-aged man in front of her.
He understood that Uncle Cheng was probably to the Cheng family what Uncle Liqing was to the Jiang family.
Tu Chaoxi quickly composed herself and nodded in acknowledgment.
"Uncle Cheng."
Uncle Cheng smiled respectfully: "Sir is busy handling follow-up matters and is not at home. I apologize for the impoliteness."
Tu Chaoxi recalled that Tu Xiaomao had mentioned the person in front of him when he took the initiative to explain.
It seems that Uncle Cheng played a part in helping Cheng Sangsang deal with Bai Chumeng.
His tone became more serious: "It's alright, I should thank Uncle Cheng. You took care of my daughter Tu Yao before."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Cheng's eyes flashed with undisguised surprise.
He had met Tu Chaoxi.
At the cruise ship banquet that year, Tu Yao broke ties with this brother and pushed him into the sea, alarming the entire Cheng family.
Although I knew that the child had impure thoughts all those years ago, I never imagined that she would be so cold-hearted.
Uncle Cheng never expected that, just two years later, the brother and sister could reconcile as before.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "This child... has changed a lot."
Not only has my mind become more agile, but my state of mind is also purer than before.
Tu Chaoxi paused for a moment, then nodded.
Yes, things have changed a lot.
“I still remember when she first came here. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I guess no one in the Cheng family paid attention to her back then, and she was young, so she got distracted.”
At that time, the Cheng family had just opened two new mines. Uncle Cheng was busy expanding the territory, and the younger generation of the Cheng family also had their own careers.
As an invisible figure in the family, Cheng's father was not noticed by anyone, let alone the daughter brought by his fourth wife.
It's not surprising that young children who don't receive enough attention for a long time may be short-sighted, act impulsively, and try to gain benefits by pleasing others.
Halfway through his sentence, Uncle Cheng suddenly realized what he was talking about and quickly stopped.
"Sorry, I talked too much."
Since the brother and sister have reconciled and the child has been completely transformed, there's no need to dwell on the past, as it would only damage their relationship.
Tu Chaoxi, however, kept her brows furrowed and shook her head. "...Uncle Cheng."
"Could you tell me more about those years?"
He looked up and met Uncle Cheng's puzzled gaze. "If we learn more about her past, perhaps... we can avoid repeating the same mistakes one day."
The more they learn, the better, so that one day, as that girl said, if Tu Xiaomao regains his memory and remembers everything, they can quickly adapt to the "Tu Xiaomao".
Respond quickly, quickly...leave her behind.
Uncle Cheng sighed and nodded.
Inside the house, Cheng Sangsang found some people to help carry down several large boxes, calling out as they went:
"Teacher Tu! Have you finished talking?"
I was stunned as soon as I stepped out the door.
What did they talk about? Why does Teacher Tu look so much paler than before she came?
"Teacher Tu?"
In the courtyard, Tu Chaoxi seemed to wake up suddenly, only to find herself covered in a cold sweat.
As requested, Uncle Cheng briefly recounted a few small incidents from back then.
For example, she would fight with Cheng's stepchildren just for a chance to attend the Cheng family banquet.
For example, he would wander around the school, trying his best to please the daughters of wealthy families.
It was a series of trivial yet even funny things, and she seemed to be doing everything she could to stay in the Cheng family.
Tu Chaoxi rubbed his temples, but he seemed to have been spoiled by the current Tu Xiaomao.
I couldn't relate to it at all; it even felt completely foreign to me.
He snapped out of his daze and swallowed hard.
"...They've arrived."
Upon entering the room, Cheng Sangsang pointed to the first large box: "These are Tu Xiaomao's clothes."
Tu Chaoxi looked at the neatly folded clothes in the large box, covering all four seasons.
Contrary to his expectations, just as Uncle Cheng had just said, despite Tu Yao causing quite a few laughs in the Cheng family, the Cheng family did not mistreat her.
"And these are some of Tu Xiaomao's previous assignments."
Tu Chaoxi looked at another box, which contained neatly arranged booklets.
Arrange them according to grade level from smallest to largest.
Tu Chaoxi paused, then couldn't help but squat down, pull out a book, and start flipping through it.
Tu Chaoxi frowned after turning only a few pages.
It's a math workbook, a whole book, but you can count the number of problems on one hand.
Just as he was about to throw it back, he suddenly paused, then pulled it back and continued flipping through the pages.
The more he flipped through the pages, the more serious his expression became.
Cheng Sangsang keenly sensed something was amiss, her eyelids twitching slightly. "Teacher Tu?"
Tu Chaoxi remained silent, then picked up another book and quickly flipped through it.
As he flipped through the pages... the next second, as if he had just thought of something, he immediately stood up.
"I'm leaving now."
After walking a few steps, he turned back and picked up the large stack of booklets.
"Please have someone deliver the rest of these to me."
Tu Chaoxi strode out of the Cheng family's house and hailed a car.
The car was driving very fast, and Tu Chaoxi could clearly hear her heart pounding in her chest, wave after wave.
After a long half hour, the hotel room door was pushed open, and Tu Chaoxi immediately saw the exercise book that Tu Xiaomao had brought to comfort him on the dining table.
He slowly approached, put the booklet in his arms aside, and opened the math workbook he had just flipped through.
Then move it to the other side.
On the table, two exercise books are placed side by side, one filled with dense writing and the other with only a few words.
But... whether it's a few lines of doodles or handwriting in a notebook, the stroke styles are completely different when compared!
...
Tu Chaoxi pressed his knuckles on the table so hard they turned white. Without thinking, he looked at the remaining stack of exercise books.
Then I took a new book and started flipping through it.
Tu Chaoxi flipped through the pages one by one until she finished, and it was already afternoon.
He slowly looked up; the sun was no longer visible through the floor-to-ceiling window opposite.
The clouds obscured the light, and it dimmed without us even noticing.
He stood up abruptly, stumbled, and almost fell, but quickly grabbed the corner of the table for support.
The spotless windowpane offered a clear view of the obvious confusion and bewilderment on Tu Chaoxi's face.
If you lose your memory, will your handwriting change?
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