Wow, you are such a smart baby. How did you meet little Pudding?" My aunt squatted down and patted the mud on his body, asking gently.
Chen Jia felt that she was redundant.
Coincidence or providence? unknown!
He remained calm on the surface, but while listening to their lively chat, his heart felt cold.
"It's not my weird aunt who pulls me back when she's angry." Jiang Yi complained angrily.
"Did Brother Pudding make your aunt angry?" The aunt looked back at Chen Jia, gently stroked Jiang Yi's messy hair, and guided her.
elder brother!
aunt?
In just a few words, there was a generation gap between her and him.
"No! She likes to be angry!" Jiang Yi retorted excitedly.
Chen Jia was sure that she was redundant. She suppressed her expression that was about to break down and smiled politely: "You guys chat, I'll go home first."
"Xiaojia, can we chat for a while?"
When the Chen family turned around and took a step forward, the aunt also stood up and hugged Jiang Yi affectionately, and said to Chen Jia with a smile.
His eyes were full of expectation, and there was a whisper of temptation.
Pedestrians were scattered, the evening breeze was blowing, and Chen Jia's broken hair was swaying.
I couldn't refuse: "Come and sit at home."
Under the lush trees, there is an orange light. The room was almost dark, so she led her aunt in.
Normally, her parents would be preparing dinner at this time. Was she deliberately delayed in returning home today as a punishment for her disobedience to her elders and refusal to arrange a blind date?
My aunt looked at the house and asked, "Live with your parents?"
"Um!"
Chen Jia poured him a glass of water.
"Live well with your parents, have hot meals to eat." After saying that, he felt uncomfortable again and laughed.
"Yeah!" She didn't refute, sitting obediently beside her, while Jiang Yi was eating his own snacks.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet for a long time. My aunt was thinking about where to start. Chen Jia is waiting for her next step.
"Actually, Jiajia, we are all curious as to why you ran away without saying hello to us when you went abroad."
"You want to see me, can't you do it at any time?" Chen Jia pursed her lower lip slightly and thought for a few seconds, her voice soft and careless.
The aunt was stunned at first, then she lifted the big hanging wave to her ear, took a sip of water, and then opened a smile line: "I don't blame you for blaming him, he is just not good at words, and he likes to keep everything to himself."
The Chen family slanders: Where is the lack of good words? Very eloquent. Just when I was at the beach, I just said whatever it was that hurt.
Suddenly, I felt like I had just been slapped, and now someone else was delivering the candy.
"We all know you've been looking for him for years."
Chen Jia: "…………"
Are the co-authors watching her act like a clown?
"It happened suddenly. He was in critical condition and was in a coma. The hospital here was not willing to accept him. His grandfather had some connections and got him back to Beijing for surgery to save his life. When you went to Beijing, he couldn't see you because he was awake. , but his consciousness was unclear, his body could not move, and he could not speak."
Chen Jia listened quietly to her aunt's deep memories and distressed expressions.
It was pretty much what she had guessed.
"He didn't dare to see you later. He found out that his legs were gone. He couldn't accept it, gave up on himself, refused treatment, didn't see people, didn't talk, didn't eat, hurt himself and wanted to die."
Painful memories are like reopening a wound that has finally healed bit by bit.
My aunt's voice was choked with sobs.
She knew there would be such a process, after all, they were legs.
How could a teenage boy who loves playing basketball and skateboarding just accept it indifferently? It hurts for a while even if the skin is scratched. Losing a leg is a pain that outsiders cannot imagine.
His heart was instantly pulled by a huge force, and the severe pain spread to every cell in his body. His eyes were sore, his heart was heavy, and his mind was blank.
The aunt wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said calmly: "Later, I had no other choice, so I took him abroad. I met many companions with the same disabilities as him, received psychological treatment, rehabilitation training, and went to school with prosthetics. He also worked hard and felt confident. , studied hard, and now he is a well-known industry elite abroad. It’s just that he doesn’t dare to see you. He has never returned to China for so many years.
He is afraid of knowing your news and wants to know your current situation. The entanglement between the two tortures him and often makes him restless at night. "
Everyone likes to dig out the truth, and everyone wants the truth, but they can't accept the excitement brought by the truth, and Chen Jia is the same.
The truth that I had been waiting for for a long time suddenly appeared in front of me. For a moment, I lost my speech. The corners of my mouth trembled and I wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
She knew that to be able to stand up now and stand at the forefront of the industry, he must have worked a hundred times harder than ordinary people. After hearing with my own ears the hardships he suffered, I still couldn't control the tears that burst from my eyes.
Fortunately, he cheered up, and he was the only one who cheered up.
Fortunately, he is now just like everyone else and is superior to many others.
If he survives a catastrophe, he will be blessed later. I just hope he is happy.
After my aunt left, night fell and my parents came back.
Chen Jia hid in her room watching a movie, a horror movie. Only the feeling of being unexpectedly frightened and stimulating her heart allowed her to temporarily escape from the question of whether she should go to Chen Chen.
At 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, Chen Jia appeared in the bar wearing casual large pants and a loose white T-shirt under a large shirt. She mainly looked like a tomboy who could be as comfortable as she wanted.
"Sister, although we are naturally beautiful, you won't wear your father's clothes and pants to see me, right?"
The school girl wearing a miniskirt, tiny suspenders, and charming makeup sat on the bar and squinted at her.
Many eyes around her were frequently directed at the pretty and hot school girl.
"You painted it like this, are you trying to catch a fish? Pinch the tip? Make a fool of yourself! I am just a good drinker!"
Chen Jiaqian drank a drink, and the burning and piercing feeling in her throat made her go up. It was what she longed for now.
So when my schoolmate called me to invite me for a drink, I agreed without hesitation and went out impatiently.
"However, your outfit is inexplicably handsome. It seems that the handsome guys here are just that. You said it would be great if you were a man!"
The school girl put her arm around Chen Jia's shoulders and gave her a flirtatious look.
The two of them were very close, whispering and laughing, and others looked at them very intimately.
The music in the bar is high and there are many people.
Chen Jia turned over, rested her elbows on the bar, and leaned back.
The tips of her hair were swaying slightly, her posture was carefree and loose, and she was looking around lazily.
In the dim light, she smiled slightly, revealing her two small pear dimples, and her long white legs stretched out on the ground. With a hook of her hand, she leaned close to the school girl's ear. She didn't know what to say, which made the school girl laugh and hit her arm.
The men are looking at the school girl, and the women are looking at Chen Jia.
"Hey, is that Jiang Jia's sister, Chen Jia?"
In the office on the second floor, Xiaopang asked Chen Chen.
"Maybe!"
Just by seeing the silver hair, he could tell it was her by turning sideways.
"You guys haven't seen each other for many years, right? Do you want to go down and say hello?"
Xu Xiaopang introduced him enthusiastically, but he didn't know about their relationship. It's rare to see him come back to China, and it's rare to see him come to my bar. Of course, he is warmly treated. We are all friends who grew up together in the same village.
"Don't bother me! I'm busy!"
"Does this girl like...?"
"gone!"
Chen Chen suddenly left, interrupting Xiaopang's unspoken word 'girl', and murmured in his mind: No wonder his parents are so anxious to introduce potential partners to him recently. Judging from his current style of painting, it's very possible.
