To Make He Yu Regret

Xu Meiyin took Jiang Mingzhen back to the room, but she was still unhappy.

He Yu didn't apologize to her yet!

The last time he offended her, saying that she looked like a ghost. In the end, he helped her pick up the bear and said sorry to her. It was a long time before she planned to forgive him.

This time is more serious than the last time!

Jiang Mingzhen stopped crying and calmed down, feeling deeply that he had not performed well just now.

"The live taro hurts my hand. Moreover, he uses his pen every day. He uses it without water. I just used it to draw a couple of strokes. If there is no water, how can it be said that I used it badly? Obviously he..."

"Jiang Mingzhen!" Xu Meiyin lowered her face and called her name very seriously.

"Huh." Jiang Mingzhen's mouth was pouted high enough to hang a soy sauce bottle.

"It's you, your watercolor pen was broken by someone, how do you feel?"

She answered naturally: "I don't care. I have a lot of watercolor pens anyway."

Xu Meiyin sighed and wanted to give a more appropriate example: "Is your favorite toy broken by others?"

"I will tell him to pay me one. If he doesn't pay, I will tell my parents and ask you to buy another one that is exactly the same for me."

Jiang Mingzhen grew up in a wealthy family. She had parents who spoiled her and never suffered. It is difficult for her to think from He Yu's perspective. There is no similarity between his life and hers.

Fortunately, Xu Meiyin has the patience to teach her.

"I don't agree to buy it for you. You will never have the exact same toy again. What would you do?"

Jiang Mingzhen stubbornly refused to let go: "Then I will look for Dad."

"What I'm talking about is, if your father and I can't buy anything for you one day, you won't be able to get back your favorite toy. What would you do?"

Her mother tried to put Jiang Mingzhen in He Yu's position to let her understand that He Yu was crying. Jiang Mingzhen is not stupid, she can hear what her mother means, but if she admits that He Yu did nothing wrong, then the one who did the wrong becomes herself.

"You will buy it for me."

To reason with her is to play the piano against the cow.

In the past, Xu Meiyin had given up preaching at this moment. She felt that the child was still young, and it would not be too late to tell her when he was older. But when she looked at her six-year-old daughter, she suddenly felt that perhaps it was too late to teach her.

Since when, her daughter has become so unlovable.

"You did a serious mistake today."

To give up and ask her to find the mistakes by herself, Xu Meiyin pointed it out directly.

"First of all, you borrowed other people’s things and did not tell them in advance. Second, it was a watercolor pen that was very important to He Yu, and you broke it. Third, you didn’t apologize to him when you broke it, but instead Weeping and making trouble, blame him for making fuss."

Jiang Mingzhen didn't understand: "Why can't I take the living taro?"

Xu Meiyin asked her back: "Why can you take it? Have I taught you that before borrowing something, you have to ask others if you want it?"

Is taught. Jiang Mingzhen will ask, assuming that the other party is a classmate of the school, she will definitely say hello in advance if she borrows something; but the other party is He Yu, Jiang Mingzhen will not inform in advance.

She snatched things from him and it became a habit. From the moment He Yu obediently surrendered his sweet potato to her, the last boundary between "he" and "me" disappeared, and his things were equivalent to hers.

"Okay," Jiang Mingzhen admitted, "I did a little bit wrong."

"More than a little bit, I said, it was a serious mistake. His watercolor pen was given to him by his father. Do you know... He Yu's father is no longer in this world."

"Ah? Where did he go?" She asked naively, completely unaware of the weight.

Xu Meiyin chose not to evasive anymore and talked about the misfortune with her daughter. But Jiang Mingzhen's understanding of death is quite simple. Death is far away from her young parents, farther away from her, as far away as it will never come.

Her mother let out a breath and leaned back in the chair.

"Going nowhere, he just won't come back."

Jiang Mingzhen was silent.

She thought silently, the notion of not coming back.

"After his father was gone, He Yu slept very restlessly every night. Don't you know it well? He always has nightmares at night. Aunt Fan said that when He Yu's father had an accident, He Yu was also at the construction site. His child is very pitiful..."

"So," Jiang Mingzhen remembered: "He always calls'Dad' when he has nightmares. He misses his father very much?"

"Yeah. You went to Mom and Dad's place before, and he jokes that He Yu is going to sleep with Aunt Fan. At the same age as He Yu, you have split rooms with us, and you can sleep like a pig in your own room. But, Xiaozhen, you can sleep peacefully because you know that your home is safe and your parents will protect you no matter what happens. And He Yu? This is not his home, his father is gone."

Xu Meiyin spoke softly every word, but Jiang Mingzhen's head was lowered by her.

She remembered He Yu's face paled by nightmare, and she suddenly felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.

"Xiaozhen, I hope you can listen to what mom said today. In the future, you should know how to cherish and respect He Yu. You are the master in our house. The identity of the master is not for you to bully others. You should Be polite to He Yu and let him give priority to his feelings."

Xu Meiyin's words are more profound, but Jiang Mingzhen thinks she understands it.

She nodded to her mother, very hard.

...

Jiang Mingzhen intends to apologize to He Yu.

Since the little princess was born, she has apologized to a handful of times.

The last time she apologized, she apologized to her mother.

After watching the pranks in the movie, Jiang Mingzhen thought it was fun, so she experimented on her mother. One day the family of three went out shopping. Under the crowd, Jiang Mingzhen slid beside her mother and lifted her mother's skirt up... How could a thin-skinned lady like Xu Meiyin ever be so ugly outside? The culprit was her own daughter, and she was so angry that she didn't let it go. After returning home, she hid in the room and cried.

Jiang Mingzhen admitted to her mother's mistake and apologized, stretched out her hand, and was beaten ten times by her.

That's how it passed.

"If you know your mistakes, you can correct it. It's still a good boy." The adults taught her.

Jiang Mingzhen thought: If you know your mistakes and correct them, she can still be as happy as He Yu before.

The day after being educated by her mother, Jiang Mingzhen asked Xu Meiyin to take her to the department store.

She carefully selected a box of brand new watercolor pens, 72 colors.

Jiang Mingzhen insisted on the best packaging, showing his sincerity in apologizing. I picked up a box of watercolor pens, the size of their schoolbag, and the rows of bright colors looked quite magnificent.

When buying watercolor pens, Jiang Mingzhen was simply and neat, and she dragged it for a full week when she gave the watercolor pens.

For a week, He Yu stopped talking to her, whether at home or at school.

At home, He Yu has that small nanny room that can be closed.

But the school...he only has her playmate in the school, and she is also his deskmate. He doesn't talk to Jiang Mingzhen, even Jiang Mingzhen can't think of who he can talk to.

The fact is, he did it.

Unless the teacher asks questions in class, Aunt Fan talks to him, and the greetings from the head of the Jiang family, He Yu never speaks the rest of the time.

In Jiang Mingzhen's eyes, he seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a whole week.

He used to paint when he was bored alone. With his watercolor pen, He Yu now doesn't even paint.

He observed the world silently, like a wooden man without a mouth.

Jiang Mingzhen dragged the "apology", and the more he dragged it, the more difficult it became to speak, especially to He Yu's expressionless face.

According to her previous practice, she might make things difficult for He Yu and make him have to talk to her first: for example, deliberately knocking open his chair; for example, deliberately taking his things away, and if he doesn't beg her, she won't return it.

However, she knew she did something wrong this time.

She felt guilty in her heart, looking at He Yu, who was alone, felt even more pitiful for him. So she was embarrassed and cautious about her getting along with him.

"As long as He Yu tells me a word, I will immediately apologize to him!" With this thought, Jiang Mingzhen spent a week uncomfortable.

It seems that He Yu will not care about her first.

It was another Saturday. The house was empty and the adults were not there.

Some schoolmates watched it and it was not suitable to apologize. If there are other people in the family, it is also not suitable to apologize... Jiang Mingzhen weighed it up. This moment is undoubtedly the best time to apologize.

So picking up her 72-color watercolor pen, the little princess tiptoed downstairs.

The door of the nanny room was closed tightly, and it was quiet inside.

Putting her ear to the door and listening for a while, she finally heard a little "rustling" of turning over the book.

——Huh, great, He Yu is at home.

Jiang Mingzhen took a few deep breaths and knocked on the door.

"..."

No one came to drive.

She continued to knock.

When Jiang Mingzhen knocked on the door and soon fell apart, the people inside remained unmoved.

Jiang Mingzhen opened the door by herself...

He Yu was indeed there.

He sat reading at the sewing machine.

"Haha, it turns out Aunt Fan didn't lock the door, what a coincidence."

It was as if Aunt Fan had been locked, she had always been able to get in and out freely, and she sounded stiff.

"Ahem, huh? What are you looking at? You are serious about it."

What he was looking at, Jiang Mingzhen knew just by looking at the cover.

"Children's Books: Things You Can't Do"-the book was published by their school and used in the health education class.

He Yu didn't look up, didn't reply, and treated her as air.

Jiang Mingzhen's anger gradually soared.

I carry 72-color watercolor pens that are too conspicuous. She is not standing here, nor is she walking.

"this is for you."

She swiped the watercolor pen and slammed it on his book, strongly trying to arouse his attention.

At this time, He Yu finally looked at her.

Jiang Mingzhen wanted to talk to him again, but did not want to appear too humble and be looked down upon by him. She held her chin high, pretending to be an understatement.

"I am here to apologize to you after listening to my mother. This new box of watercolor pens belongs to you. If there is any dissatisfaction..."

She stretched out her hands straight and let him hit.

"You can do whatever you want to me."

That said, Jiang Mingzhen didn't think He Yu would really hit her.

She stood motionless, waiting for his response.

He Yu pulled the book in his hand from under the watercolor pen and closed it.

"You said it." He stood up and hooked his mouth.

Then, He Yu looked at Jiang Mingzhen and raised his hand...

That hand patted her chest.

"Children's Books: Things You Can’t Do" Article 1: Boys cannot touch girls’ private parts. Private parts refer to the places that will be covered when wearing swimsuits... (Picture: cartoon boy with hands on girl The girl was shocked on her chest. A big red cross was punched in the picture.)

As the old saying goes, three years old look old, seven years old look old.

The six-year-old He Yu has been able to learn from the wrong demonstration of health books and make such a feat.

It can be seen that in the future, he will be an out-and-out bastard.