Fallen grid shop

Chapter 18 The Taste of Black Tea Cube Sugar

In the winter of 234 Sisena, when Xin Yun returned home, his father was drunk as usual.He fell asleep quietly on the sofa, and he didn't seem to realize that she had been missing for a long time.

Sure enough, Xin Yun tiptoed over while thinking about what to have for dinner, covered him with a blanket, and then went back to his room.

"I'm much better than those whose fathers abused their children after being drunk. I'm so lucky." She smiled at herself in the mirror and comforted herself in a low voice.

Putting down her backpack, she sighed long and slumped on the ground.

In this dilapidated and messy home, the father and the little girl, who have been drunk all day since their mother passed away, can only live on the meager inheritance of their mother.And now it's almost hard to make ends meet.

She thought about it carefully, and her life before the age of six was a little easier.Until she didn't love her grandma very much, because she had no money for medical treatment and died when she was six years old.

The little girl hugged her grandma's cold corpse, crying and shouting. When she fell asleep from crying and woke up again, her grandma's body was buried randomly by the big hole dug by her father in the backyard.

That was the first time she experienced death. It turns out that when a person dies, he will become cold.Not only the dead became colder, but even the father became colder and colder.

"It's the first time to tell someone what's on my mind."

She no longer thought about the past, lay down, looked at the yellowed ceiling and said with emotion, "If possible, I really want to go to that magical little shop again. Although people like me, there is no Capital can be exchanged for wishes, but that store is really great, it makes people feel warm and at ease."

From time to time, the sound of his father's dream talk came from outside the room. Xin Yun turned over, went to the kitchen, brewed a little black tea, put a cube of sugar, and prepared to cook dinner.

She has to go to school tomorrow, so today, she has to force herself to cheer up and live hard.

Whenever she feels that she can't survive, she will reward herself by making a small cup of black tea and putting a cube of sugar. The faint fragrance is in her memory, in her mother's relics, and is healed by her mother's love. smell.

"To my daughter who can't grow up with you. No matter how hard it is to live in the future, you must remember that your mother will always love you, and remember to work hard for your mother and the rest of your life together."

These were the last words my mother left to Xin Yun before she died. What remained on the suicide note written by my father was the smell of black tea.

"Life is so beautiful." She smiled hard to cheer herself up, but tears gradually blurred her eyes.

Finally, she put down the kitchen knife, gave up the tomato she was cutting, squatted down, and burst into tears.It's like venting the loneliness that no one cherishes and pays attention to, and it's like venting the inner fear wantonly for the rest of your life after a catastrophe.

Why, she just wants to live well, is it so difficult?She is only 17 years old, obviously the age that should be pampered, but apart from herself, no one cares about her life or death.

She was destined to be the one abandoned by the gods.

Xin Yun didn't know how long she cried that day, but she only remembered that after she gulped down that cup of ice-cold black tea, she no longer had any appetite.

Her father was still in a deep sleep. She washed up briefly, changed into clean clothes, tried her best to smile at herself in the mirror, and began to review her homework seriously.

No matter what happens tomorrow, I still have to live, and I have to live with my mother's share.Xin Yun kept telling herself in her heart that as long as the dawn came every day, she would work hard to live, and she had no choice.

So no matter how much she hated school, on the second day she arrived at school on time and returned to her seat as if nothing had happened.

"Are you okay?" Yanya turned around and asked her.

She politely returned a smile and said, "It's okay."

When Yanya wanted to say something again, it was already time for class, he just opened his mouth, turned around, and didn't say anything.

Xin Yun's heart began to feel uneasy. She didn't know if God was playing tricks on her. She was obviously moved by Yanya's cheerfulness and gentleness, but she always arranged for him to appear in front of her.

"He is so good and treats everyone very well, how could he like me."

"He's probably just being nice to me, just out of politeness, like he's been to everyone else."

"He probably doesn't even remember my name."

"After all, no one came to look for me the day I disappeared."

Xin Yun told herself these words over and over again in her heart, but she still couldn't help raising her head, staring at the back of the head secretly for a long time.

The bell for the end of get out of class has been ringing for a long time, and the students have packed their schoolbags one after another to go home, only the back in front of her has not moved at all.

Xin Yun lay on the desk, quietly watching the fiery sunset outside the window, and didn't want to go home either.

Until there were only the two of them left in the classroom, the air seemed to be frozen, and the world seemed to be at a standstill, so she stayed with him quietly.

"Yanya, I like you."

Xin Yun really wanted to tell the person in front of her this sentence, since the first time they met, but she didn't.She just enjoys this kind of time quietly, secretly falling in love with his time without saying a word.After all, the first meeting is not a good memory.

"Probably in his heart, he is a clown, a poor psychopath." Xin Yun said to herself silently in her heart, recalling the scene of the first meeting, she was instantly uncomfortable.

That day, it seemed to be such a beautiful sunset.Because she accidentally knocked over a pot of flowers on the classroom windowsill, she was forced to stay and clean the classroom for a week.

At that time, she was really wronged, obviously because she had no money to buy new clothes, so she had to wear her mother's clothes that didn't fit well, and she was bullied, laughed at by her classmates, and forced to go to the window.

With weak feet, she knocked over the potted flower beside her.The soil spilled out, sprinkled on her body, head, and clothes. She was ridiculed and ridiculed like a clown, but no one was willing to help her, willing to stand up and speak for her , hand over a piece of paper.

That day, she didn't cry, just smiled hard.She stood up with a smile and straightened her clothes. She patted the dirt on the top of her head and face with a smile, and said with a smile that it was all right.

Subconsciously, she secretly glanced in the direction of that figure, but only saw the figure bowing its head and studying hard.She breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, he didn't see her embarrassed appearance.

"If, I can also get the first prize in this geography competition, what kind of scene would it be like?"

After school, Xin Yun comforted himself while cleaning the classroom: "If I win the first prize, I will be eligible to stand next to him. In this way, the principal will definitely stand on the stage and read his name."

While imitating the scene at that time, she imitated it. The joy in her heart seemed to be able to overshadow the sad mood that day.Suddenly, there was a knock on the back door of the classroom. It was that person, Yanya.

He must have heard it all, and must have laughed at his irrationality.Thinking of this, she lowered her head in shame, feeling that the blush on her face seemed to cover the sunset in the sky.

"I can't finish the extra one, so I'll give it to you, thank you."

A slender and fair hand appeared in front of Xin Yun, and what lay in his palm was her favorite milk candy.

What to do, she panicked, her heart was pounding, as if she could hear it clearly in this silent classroom, her face seemed to be even redder.

She held the broomstick tightly with her hand and stood there without moving.By the time she came to her senses, the boy had already gone back.

Sure enough, it was just because of casual conversation among classmates.The girl looked at the setting sun outside the window in despair, the setting sun was as red as her face.

(End of this chapter)