Out of control and sinking

It’s raining in Wuzhen. The drizzle is thick and falling, sliding down the wooden doors and windows. The bedroom window is open, and the rainwater splashing in just irrigates the flower pots on the balcony.

In the pavilion, the girl sat in front of the drawing board and drew.

Suddenly there was a quarrel outside.

It has become more and more intense, and it has gone from arguing with each other to being angry, blaming each other, slandering and insulting each other.

The girl's crow-feathered eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was inexplicably flustered, but she seemed not to hear it. Her starry eyes stared at the painting, sweeping away the clutter, as if she only saw the sketch in front of her.

Finally, the quarrel stopped.

She pursed her red lips and looked at the sketch in front of her. She originally wanted to draw a gentle spring rain, but now she felt sad again.

She can never seem to be able to draw tender paintings.

With a bitter smile in my heart, a knock on the door rang in my ears, and my mother Zhang Wan's voice came: "Xiruo, are you busy?"

Chen Xiruo put down his pen, stood up and opened the door: "I'm not busy. What's wrong, mom?"

Zhang Wan glanced inside and saw a drawing board placed not far from the window, with all kinds of brushes there. She was drawing just now, and her heart, which had just collapsed and been depressed because of the quarrel, became happy.

"I'm painting, my Xiruo is so good."

Zhang Wan rubbed her head, eyes full of love: "The college entrance examination is in one year. With your results, mom believes that you will realize your dream."

It's not so much her dream as it is Zhang Wan's dream. After all, Zhang Wan has no son, she is the only daughter. Chen's father favors boys over girls and has a bad relationship with her.

The only thing she can hope for now is to train her daughter to be a talented woman.

So that she could raise her head in front of fellow villagers, relatives and friends and slap Father Chen in the face.

Chen Xiruo understood very well, but still said: "Thank you, mother."

"Is there anything else?"

Chen Xiruo asked, it was not yet dinner time and she wanted to paint for a while longer.

After being questioned, Zhang Wan finally remembered and scolded herself for having such a bad memory that she couldn't remember anything.

He said to her: "We have a new neighbor who has moved across from us. Although I haven't met him yet, he is a neighbor after all. I will have to ask others to help me in the future. There were still a lot of strawberries sent by Sister Li last time. I packed a basket. , it’s on the table outside, please help me deliver it.”

"Let's just say it's our family's wish. We are neighbors. We'll come and visit more when we have time in the future."

After saying that, Zhang Wan went to work on dinner.

Chen Tao doesn't like to cook. He hasn't cooked a meal since they got married. Zhang Wan has always cooked it. If she doesn't cook, the whole family will be hungry.

Zhang Wan didn't care, but Xi Ruo couldn't be hungry for the sake of her daughter, so she could only make do with it.

When Chen Xiruo came out of the room, he saw Chen Tao sitting on the sofa smoking, with a bad look on his face and his legs crossed.

Regarding this biological father, Chen Xiruo knew from a very young age that except for the 90.00% nine on the paternity test, she had no relationship with him.

When he saw her coming out, Chen Tao didn't even give her a look. He was just taking care of his gift, smoking, holding his phone in his hand, and scrolling through videos.

Chen Xiruo had long been used to it, so she turned around and walked out immediately after mentioning the strawberries.

The floors in Wuzhen are not big. Although they live in an elevator room, the building is old and there are almost two households on each floor.

Standing in front of the door, Chen Xiruo raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

She was actually quite curious about the new neighbor who suddenly moved into this house that had been empty for more than two years.

I don’t know what kind of person he will be.

But after waiting for five or six minutes, no one came to open the door.

Chen Xiruo blinked, isn't he at home?
She pressed it again reluctantly.

She thought to herself, wait a few more minutes, if no one comes to open the door, then she will go back.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was still no movement from the door.

Chen Xiruo was about to turn around and go back, when suddenly, the door opened.

Chen Xiruo turned around and saw a middle-aged woman with a gentle face wearing a light purple linen tunic dress who opened the door. When she saw her, she was a little surprised, but asked politely: "Who are you?"

From the moment she opened the door, Chen Xiruo's keen sense of smell could smell the strong smell of Chinese medicine. It came from the room behind her. The smell was very strong.

So this aunt was cooking medicine just now?
Chen Xiruo thought silently in his heart.

Being watched by her.

Chen Xiruo was inexplicably nervous. She was not good at communicating with others. She clenched the basket in her hand awkwardly and bowed nervously to her: "Hello, auntie, I am the daughter from across the street. My mother asked me to bring this to you." Yes, I say that we are all neighbors and should walk around more when we have time in the future."

After hearing this, the middle-aged woman understood.

Looking at the nervous girl in the white dress in front of her, she chuckled and said, "Okay, then I'll accept it and thank your mother for me."

"Tell her I'll be there."

Chen Xiruo: "Okay."

After taking the strawberry, the middle-aged woman spoke again: "My surname is Qin, and my given name is Lan. You can just call me Aunt Qin."

"Little girl, what's your name?"

She is also very soft spoken.

Same as her appearance.

Chen Xiruo had an inexplicable liking for her, and said in a timid voice because of her nervousness: "Chen Xiruo."

"Xiruo." Qin Lan muttered and praised, "What a nice name."

Chen Xiruo's cheeks were hot: "Thank you Aunt Qin for the compliment."

At this time, a coughing sound suddenly came from the room.

Qin Lan's expression suddenly changed and she became nervous. She pressed down and said: "Xiruo, Aunt Qin still has something to do, so I won't keep you here. Wait until tomorrow. I will definitely come to visit you."

Chen Xiruo looked away and nodded obediently: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door in front of him closed.

Urgent and anxious.

Standing outside the door, doubts appeared in Chen Xiruo's eyes. Was the person who coughed just now Aunt Qin's husband? Such a strong smell of medicine must mean that he was not in good health.

Thinking about it, Chen Xiruo turned around and went back.

I told Zhang Wan that I had sent it off, and then went back to the room to continue painting.

The next morning.

Chen Xiruo is painting in the room.

Zhang Wan came to call her and said that a neighbor came to visit and brought a box of kiwi fruits and wanted to see her.

If Chen Xiruo guessed that it was Qin Lan, he saw Qin Lan sitting on the sofa when he came out. When he saw her, he gently pulled her to sit down.

"How old is Xiruo this year?" Qin Lan asked.

Chen Xiruo said: "."

"That must be the second year of high school, right?"

Chen Xiruo said: "Third year of high school."

Qin Lan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Look at my memory, I have forgotten that age has nothing to do with what grade I was in. My son is two years older than you, and he was already eighteen when he was a sophomore in high school. , I thought you were too."

Chen Xiruo said: "It's okay."

Perhaps Qin Lan spoke too gently, but Chen Xiruo felt much more relaxed in the face of such a chat without any emotion.

She smiled and asked: "Then he should be a freshman now, right?"

"Where did he go to university, Wuzhen?"

When asked, Qin Lan's friendly face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the most uncomfortable thing in her heart was mentioned.

She tried her best to smile awkwardly: "No, he doesn't go to school anymore." "If he went to school, he would be a freshman now."

Qin Lan looked at her, the hope that could not be concealed on his face seemed to be far away, and the sadness in his eyes could not go away.

If Chen Xi wanted to say something, Zhang Wan winked at her and told her to stop.

Then I found another topic and brought this topic over.

But Chen Xiruo could feel that Qin Lan's mood did not get better.

After chatting with him for a while, Qin Lan went back on the excuse that he had something to do.

Zhang Wan and Chen Xiruo walked her to the door.

Watching her enter, Chen Xiruo closed the door and couldn't help but tell Zhang Wan about the medicinal smell and coughing sound he smelled when delivering strawberries today.

Zhang Wan sighed: "I guess he is also a poor person."

"As neighbors, if we can help in the future, we will help."

Chen Xiruo nodded in agreement.

The weekend passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Xiruo walked into the classroom with her schoolbag on her back. There were many beauties in the art exam class. She could only be regarded as pretty.

But Chen Xiruo's grades were very good. However, her good grades did not bring her many friends, but instead brought her more indifference and exclusion.

"Chen Xiruo, you ranked first in this monthly exam again."

"Why are you the first one every time? Can you still leave some way for us to survive?"

Luo Feifei wore exquisite makeup and stared at Chen Xiruo with jealousy and disgust, feeling cruel to her in her heart.

I really don’t know what Chen Xiruo has in mind, why is she always the first?

Where do you get so much inspiration?

As a result, she had to be criticized by her parents every time.

"That's right, Chen Xiruo, you must be cheating, right? I heard that the school's dean is a relative of yours. Could it be that you did it through the back door? Otherwise, why would you always come first?"

It’s raining in Wuzhen. The drizzle is thick and falling, sliding down the wooden doors and windows. The bedroom window is open, and the rainwater splashing in just irrigates the flower pots on the balcony.

In the pavilion, the girl sat in front of the drawing board and drew.

Suddenly there was a quarrel outside.

It has become more and more intense, and it has gone from arguing with each other to being angry, blaming each other, slandering and insulting each other.

The girl's crow-feathered eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was inexplicably flustered, but she seemed not to hear it. Her starry eyes stared at the painting, sweeping away the clutter, as if she only saw the sketch in front of her.

Finally, the quarrel stopped.

She pursed her red lips and looked at the sketch in front of her. She originally wanted to draw a gentle spring rain, but now she felt sad again.

She can never seem to be able to draw tender paintings.

With a bitter smile in my heart, a knock on the door rang in my ears, and my mother Zhang Wan's voice came: "Xiruo, are you busy?"

Chen Xiruo put down his pen, stood up and opened the door: "I'm not busy. What's wrong, mom?"

Zhang Wan glanced inside and saw a drawing board placed not far from the window, with all kinds of brushes there. She was drawing just now, and her heart, which had just collapsed and been depressed because of the quarrel, became happy.

"I'm painting, my Xiruo is so good."

Zhang Wan rubbed her head, eyes full of love: "The college entrance examination is in one year. With your results, mom believes that you will realize your dream."

It's not so much her dream as it is Zhang Wan's dream. After all, Zhang Wan has no son, she is the only daughter. Chen's father favors boys over girls and has a bad relationship with her.

The only thing she can hope for now is to train her daughter to be a talented woman.

So that she could raise her head in front of fellow villagers, relatives and friends and slap Father Chen in the face.

Chen Xiruo understood very well, but still said: "Thank you, mother."

"Is there anything else?"

Chen Xiruo asked, it was not yet dinner time and she wanted to paint for a while longer.

After being questioned, Zhang Wan finally remembered and scolded herself for having such a bad memory that she couldn't remember anything.

He said to her: "We have a new neighbor who has moved across from us. Although I haven't met him yet, he is a neighbor after all. I will have to ask others to help me in the future. There were still a lot of strawberries sent by Sister Li last time. I packed a basket. , it’s on the table outside, please help me deliver it.”

"Let's just say it's our family's wish. We are neighbors. We'll come and visit more when we have time in the future."

After saying that, Zhang Wan went to work on dinner.

Chen Tao doesn't like to cook. He hasn't cooked a meal since they got married. Zhang Wan has always cooked it. If she doesn't cook, the whole family will be hungry.

Zhang Wan didn't care, but Xi Ruo couldn't be hungry for the sake of her daughter, so she could only make do with it.

When Chen Xiruo came out of the room, he saw Chen Tao sitting on the sofa smoking, with a bad look on his face and his legs crossed.

Regarding this biological father, Chen Xiruo knew from a very young age that except for the 90.00% nine on the paternity test, she had no relationship with him.

It’s raining in Wuzhen. The drizzle is thick and falling, sliding down the wooden doors and windows. The bedroom window is open, and the rainwater splashing in just irrigates the flower pots on the balcony.

In the pavilion, the girl sat in front of the drawing board and drew.

Suddenly there was a quarrel outside.

It has become more and more intense, and it has gone from arguing with each other to being angry, blaming each other, slandering and insulting each other.

The girl's crow-feathered eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was inexplicably flustered, but she seemed not to hear it. Her starry eyes stared at the painting, sweeping away the clutter, as if she only saw the sketch in front of her.

Finally, the quarrel stopped.

She pursed her red lips and looked at the sketch in front of her. She originally wanted to draw a gentle spring rain, but now she felt sad again.

She can never seem to be able to draw tender paintings.

With a bitter smile in my heart, a knock on the door rang in my ears, and my mother Zhang Wan's voice came: "Xiruo, are you busy?"

Chen Xiruo put down his pen, stood up and opened the door: "I'm not busy. What's wrong, mom?"

Zhang Wan glanced inside and saw a drawing board placed not far from the window, with all kinds of brushes there. She was drawing just now, and her heart, which had just collapsed and been depressed because of the quarrel, became happy.

"I'm painting, my Xiruo is so good."

Zhang Wan rubbed her head, eyes full of love: "The college entrance examination is in one year. With your results, mom believes that you will realize your dream."

It's not so much her dream as it is Zhang Wan's dream. After all, Zhang Wan has no son, she is the only daughter. Chen's father favors boys over girls and has a bad relationship with her.

The only thing she can hope for now is to train her daughter to be a talented woman.

So that she could raise her head in front of fellow villagers, relatives and friends and slap Father Chen in the face.

Chen Xiruo understood very well, but still said: "Thank you, mother."

"Is there anything else?"

Chen Xiruo asked, it was not yet dinner time and she wanted to paint for a while longer.

After being questioned, Zhang Wan finally remembered and scolded herself for having such a bad memory that she couldn't remember anything.

He said to her: "We have a new neighbor who has moved across from us. Although I haven't met him yet, he is a neighbor after all. I will have to ask others to help me in the future. There were still a lot of strawberries sent by Sister Li last time. I packed a basket. , it’s on the table outside, please help me deliver it.”

"Let's just say it's our family's wish. We are neighbors. We'll come and visit more when we have time in the future."

After saying that, Zhang Wan went to work on dinner.

Chen Tao doesn't like to cook. He hasn't cooked a meal since they got married. Zhang Wan has always cooked it. If she doesn't cook, the whole family will be hungry.

Zhang Wan didn't care, but Xi Ruo couldn't be hungry for the sake of her daughter, so she could only make do with it.

When Chen Xiruo came out of the room, he saw Chen Tao sitting on the sofa smoking, with a bad look on his face and his legs crossed.

Regarding this biological father, Chen Xiruo knew from a very young age that except for the 90.00% nine on the paternity test, she had no relationship with him.