So you're not really happy

Chapter6 Entry ([-])

When Wei Ling moved into Shen's house, it was very timely. There was no hostess in Shen's house, so there were not so many twists and turns. It's on the lips, but Shen Zhi'an can be ignored for the time being.

But the strange thing is that Wei Ling's status in the Shen family is still a foster status, foster care is not even counted as adoption, and she has no legal relationship with Shen Lifeng, which shows how much Shen Lifeng dislikes her.

This is not to say that Shen Lifeng wants to evade responsibility, because in his heart, he only has one daughter, and he also said that he will give Wei Ling the greatest material needs. , probably not satisfied, of course, it is estimated that Wei Ling does not need it either.

Speaking of this, I have to mention that Shen Lifeng and his wife love each other very much. This can be seen from Shen Lifeng's insistence on not marrying again. Although Zhao Mu passed away a few years ago, Shen Lifeng still goes to worship her several times a year.

Shen Lifeng is not stubborn, but as a man, he probably feels that the existence of Wei Ling is undoubtedly an ironclad proof that he doesn't love this family enough.

If his wife Zhao Mu is the mole on his heart, then Shen Zhi'an is only the most tender flesh in his heart, worthy of his care day and night, while Wei Ling is the thorn in his heart, which cannot be pulled out or integrated into it.

He could only ignore that child as much as possible, in order to alleviate his guilt towards his wife and Shen Zhi'an.

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Because it was approaching the end of the new year, the cold wind howled in H City, and it was freezing three feet, making people reluctant to go out.

Shen Zhian is a big kid, and she is as attentive as her designer mother, because Mrs. Zhao expressly forbids her from sneaking out to play. Shen Zhian set up a drawing board on the balcony early on, drawing paper, gouache paint, palette, color palette Boards, small buckets, pencils, charcoal pencils, lined up one by one.

Because an art teacher will come in the afternoon, she plans to draw the snow scene in the yard before the teacher comes, and the angle of the balcony is just right.

After preparing all this, Shen Zhian went downstairs to have breakfast with his family. Shen Zhian was picky eater, and after eating for a while, he fiddled with the porridge in the bowl with a spoon. The milk was cold, so he didn't take a bite.

Shen Lifeng rushed to the company for a meeting, ate his food like a storm, patted Shen Zhian's head, and said: "Baby, eat quickly, don't play! Dad has gone to work."

Seeing that her father was gone, Shen Zhian wanted to slip away too. In the past, no one took care of her at home, which caused her to accumulate a lot of troubles. She refused to eat any kind of food that didn't suit her taste. If it wasn't for her grandmother and Wei Ling, she would definitely He ran away in a hurry.

The old lady Zhao knew that Shen Zhian would be picky eaters, so she reminded her at the right time: "Xiao An, hurry up and eat your food, you only ate two bites today."

Shen Zhian has always been unrestrained, and someone was nagging in her ear, which made her very uncomfortable. Shen Zhian blinked his eyes, and said to his grandmother with a bitter face: "Grandma, I'm full."

The old lady Zhao was dissatisfied, and thought that it was no wonder that Shen Zhian had a bad stomach at such a young age. She felt sad and distressed, and looked at Wei Ling who was obediently eating, and couldn't help saying: "Eat a little more, and see how well Wei Ling eats." How nice."

Wei Ling was about to pick up a piece of bread. She had never eaten such delicious bread. Hearing Mrs. Zhao's words, she shrank her hand reaching for the plate and lowered her head to eat the rice in the bowl.

The old lady Zhao didn't notice her movements, she kept staring at Shen Zhi'an.

Shen Zhi'an didn't have any appetite at all, and muttered with some dissatisfaction: "I am me, she is her, you can't use other people's standards to ask me."

The old lady Zhao had no choice but to ask Granny Zhao to pour another glass of warm milk for Shen Zhian, and said: "Then drink the milk first, and ask Granny to make donuts for you tomorrow, you don't like that one the most."

Grandma Zhao also looked at her with a smile, and said, "Miss, eat more! Otherwise, you won't grow taller."

Shen Zhian had no choice but to pinch his nose, took a few sips of milk, stood up before he could wipe his mouth, and said, "Grandma, I've finished drinking, I'm going upstairs first." After speaking, he turned around and ran away without looking back. opened.

Mrs. Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she just said to Granny Zhao: "This child is used to being a picky eater. When he sees something he doesn't like, his feet feel like the wind is blowing, and he can run faster than anyone else."

Grandma Zhao laughed along with her: "It's true that I'm a bit picky eater, but I'm a child after all, so I still have to take my time."

Wei Ling lowered her head to look at the porridge in the bowl, she didn't show any expression on her face, but she was still a little disappointed. Although the word "others" in Shen Zhian's mouth was unintentional, it still circled around in her mind, She puffed her mouth slightly, chewing these disappointments together with the bread into her stomach.

Shen Zhi'an went upstairs and ran into the bathroom, hurriedly rinsed her mouth, and then leisurely entered her small study room. She was most afraid of drinking milk, because she always felt that it had a fishy smell in it. Apart from that, she didn't touch seafood Food, mainly because she is allergic to kelp, and she doesn't even like fishy food, especially fish.

In addition to being cold in winter, only the snow scene is worthy of nostalgia. These few days have cleared up, the snow has not been removed, and it is directly exposed to the ground. The trees on both sides of the corridor in the courtyard are only bare branches. From the perspective of Shen Zhian It looks clean and transparent.

In the afternoon, Shen Zhian's tutor came. It was actually a female art teacher who taught her art. Last semester, Shen Zhian won the second prize in the city for painting. Her aunt knew about it and insisted on hiring her a painting teacher. Cultivate the talent of painting from an early age.

Shen Zhian knew that his aunt didn't want to see him, so how could he invite a teacher just for him? Sure enough, this teacher often asked Shen Zhian's father's movements during the class, and always wanted to find excuses to stay for dinner. It's annoying, although she is young, her heart is like a mirror.

Shen Zhian's tutor is surnamed Yang. Not long after she graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, Shen Zhian called her Teacher Yang. She came to teach today. When she arrived at Shen's house, she saw two more people, old lady Zhao and Wei Ling. She didn't realize it for a while. The domestic servant saw her and respectfully invited her upstairs: "Miss Yang, our lady is on the third floor."

To say that Miss Yang was young and beautiful, and she was encouraged by Shen Wenjia, and she thought she had good qualifications, so she couldn't help but feel a little arrogant.

Besides, when she saw Mrs. Zhao dressed plainly and accompanied by a pale little Wei Ling, she naturally wouldn't associate them with the owner of this house, and thought they were poor relatives from the countryside.

Mrs. Zhao was about to go out and took Wei Ling to buy some household items. If Wei Ling lived in Shen's house, he would have to buy some things. Besides, it was almost New Year's Eve. Although all the necessities for the New Year were bought, we still had to look at them. Is there anything missing.

As a result, the old lady was just about to leave when she saw Ms. Yang come in. The other party looked here from afar and went up to the third floor without saying hello. She asked the butler, "Who is this girl? She is also from the Shen family? It's so impolite! Greetings Not even a single sound!"

The butler was afraid that she might misunderstand, so he quickly shook his head and explained, "This is Miss's art tutor."

Mrs. Zhao has always asked the juniors to be educated and reasonable, and she was a little dissatisfied at this time: "You are still a teacher like this, and you don't have basic etiquette!"

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Two hours later, Mrs. Zhao came back and saw that Shen Zhian hadn't finished class yet. Mrs. Zhao felt sorry for her granddaughter and asked Wei Ling to ask Shen Zhian to come down and eat some fruit.

Shen Zhi'an used to attend classes at the Children's Palace, and the tutoring at home was just for show, and he occasionally asked questions. Fortunately, Teacher Yang knew how to measure, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

"Dong dong dong", the tranquility in the study was broken by knocking on the door. Ms. Yang opened the door and saw Wei Ling standing at the door. Ms. Yang looked at Wei Ling's thin and small appearance and frowned: "What's the matter with you?" ?” Obviously a little displeased with her rash interruption.

"I'm looking for Xiao'an, and grandma wants her to go downstairs." Wei Ling replied somewhat irrelevantly.

Miss Yang was teaching Shen Zhi'an in the cold weather, and she hadn't seen Shen Lifeng yet, so she felt a little uncomfortable, seeing Wei Ling, she replied angrily: "Got it, let's go down later, where did you come from? Where is your grandma? What's your relationship?"

Wei Ling was taken aback by her series of questions, and stood at the door without speaking.

Shen Zhian obviously heard the commotion, put down his pen, walked over, saw that it was Wei Ling, and asked her, "What did grandma ask me to do?"

"She is afraid that you are tired, so she asks you to go down and eat some fruit to rest for a while."

Shen Zhian waved his hand: "I take it as something, just bring it here." He said and pulled Wei Ling into the room, wanting to show her his painting.

This is Wei Ling's first time entering Shen Zhian's study room. It is very big and there are not many books, but there are many picture books. It can be seen that Shen Zhian loves to draw a lot. There is a very Q-style small table in the middle, surrounded by a sofa , there are dolls scattered on it, and there is a half-person-high desk next to the window, with Shen Zhian's textbooks scattered here and there, a small radio, and a study computer desk, placed beside it. The English tape, it seems that Shen Zhian usually studies there.

Miss Yang looked at the actions of the two of them, and was slightly taken aback. It seemed that Shen Zhi'an was quite familiar with this Wei Ling.

Miss Yang couldn't help asking: "Xiao An, who is this?"

Shen Zhian spread the picture album on the table, and after hearing Miss Yang's question, he only vaguely said: "My relative's child is fostered at my house." To be honest, Shen Zhian didn't know why there was an extra Wei Ling in the family. As my father said, my relatives couldn't afford it, so I came to my own house to keep me company.

Miss Yang glanced at Wei Ling, and said to Shen Zhi'an with hints: "Xiao'an, can your family foster a child casually? Could it be your father's illegitimate daughter?"

As soon as this question was uttered, Ms. Yang regretted it. Wei Ling secretly glanced at Shen Zhi'an while listening to the words.

Shen Zhi'an didn't like her saying "illegitimate daughter" very much. After holding back for a while, he closed the album with a snap, and said in a cold voice, "You care so much about my family? Do you also want to have an illegitimate child with my father?" female?"

Miss Yang turned pale, and immediately shook her head and said, "Of course not, I mean she..."

Shen Zhian frowned, and his tone showed impatience: "If you have time to take care of others, why not take care of yourself!"

Seeing Shen Zhian's impatient expression, Miss Yang was a little uninterested, so she stopped talking.

Shen Zhi'an felt that the day was not going well, so he put down the album and went downstairs. Miss Yang saw that the time was almost up, so she followed her downstairs.

Wei Ling was still in the study. She looked around and noticed that Ms. Yang's bag had fallen on the sofa. After thinking about it, she stuffed the only book on the shelf into Ms. Yang's bag. After all this, Wei Ling also went downstairs.

Here Miss Yang found out that Mrs. Zhao was Shen Lifeng's mother-in-law, and her attitude immediately took a sharp turn. She greeted Mrs. Zhao respectfully, but Mrs. Zhao didn't have a good impression of her, so she responded lukewarmly. There is no more text.

Miss Yang also felt embarrassed, and found that she didn't take her bag, so she went upstairs to get her bag, and was about to say goodbye to Shen Zhian.

At this time, Mrs. Zhao told Granny Zhao: "Make something delicious tonight, and Lifeng will come back for dinner."

When Miss Yang heard this, she paused, her eyes lit up, and she immediately said to Shen Zhi'an: "Xiao An, your drawing is very good today, why don't you show it to your grandma."

Shen Zhi'an was concentrating on peeling oranges. Hearing Miss Yang's words, he asked Mrs. Zhao, "Grandma, do you want to see my paintings?"

Mrs. Zhao knew that she liked to draw, so she naturally would not refuse, so she happily agreed.

Shen Zhi'an stuffed the half-peeled orange into Wei Ling's hand, and happily ran upstairs to get the painting. Seeing that Miss Yang was still standing aside, Mrs. Zhao said, "Miss Yang has worked hard teaching Xiao'an to paint. I guess I haven't eaten yet, why don't I eat here tonight!"

Mrs. Zhao just said it casually, but Ms. Yang happily agreed to her words. Mrs. Zhao felt that this girl was too frivolous, and she didn't have a good impression of her in her heart.

Shen Zhi'an took the painting and showed it to Mrs. Zhao. I have to say that Shen Zhi'an's painting is really good. She learned sketching for a while before, and recently became fascinated with watercolor painting. Shen Lifeng bought her a set of high-end brush tools after knowing about it. , now that she is young, she can only draw some simple houses and windmills, as well as simple coloring. Occasionally, she also learns to sketch and sketch from life.

Shen Zhi'an's mother used to be a fashion designer, Shen Zhi'an's art was largely inherited from her mother, but Shen Lifeng's shrewdness was not partly inherited, and she was almost in junior high school. Playing together, Qin Xin studies very well and can help her. This semester, she is also ranked above the middle in her studies. It is estimated that she can directly enter the junior high school of this school, but Shen Lifeng can not let Shen Lifeng pay her the school selection fee.

When Shen Lifeng came back in the evening, he saw Ms. Yang there, and joked: "Hey, there are so many people, today is very lively!" Seeing him, Ms. Yang immediately blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

As usual, Shen Lifeng kissed Shen Zhian first, and said, "What did you draw today? Have you improved?"

Shen Zhian broke free from his embrace, glared at him and muttered: "What do you know?"

Shen Lifeng smiled, seeing that Wei Ling was also standing aside and looking at him uneasily, his smile was slightly suppressed, he coughed unnaturally, walked to Wei Ling's side, touched her head, and walked away.

The dinner in the evening was very rich. Grandma Zhao knew that Shen Zhian liked to eat donuts, so she made some in advance. Shen Zhian ate happily with a smile on her lips. Wei Ling sat next to her, eating her own in silence.

Because of the presence of Mrs. Zhao, Miss Yang did not ask Shen Lifeng as before, and the meal was quite harmonious.

After the meal, Shen Zhi'an and Wei Ling went upstairs together, and the Chinese New Year would be in a few days, Granny Zhao led the two children to try on new clothes.

Miss Yang saw that it was getting late and it was not appropriate to stay by herself, so she took her bag and was about to leave, Shen Lifeng hurriedly ordered the driver to take her off, and Miss Yang was just refusing, at this moment, she saw Shen Zhian running away in a panic When it came down, Mrs. Zhao saw it with sharp eyes, and immediately said: "Slow down, don't fall!"

However, Shen Zhian stood at the top of the stairs as if he had never heard of it, his face was pale: "My book is gone!"

When she opened her mouth, everyone downstairs looked at her. Everyone in the Shen family knew, including Mrs. Zhao, that Shen Zhian had a precious book called "The Little Prince", which was given to her by Shen Zhian's mother before her death. In the past, she often read the above text to her, and Shen Zhian regarded it as a treasure. This also formed an unwritten rule in the Shen family. No one was allowed to touch Shen Zhian's book, especially that one.

Wei Ling came down the stairs silently and followed behind Shen Zhian, and Shen Zhian's eyes were red almost instantly, with tears between his eyelashes, and the old lady Zhao hurriedly said with distress: "My dear grandson, don't worry, I'll send someone to find him." .”

Even Shen Lifeng hurriedly called the servant beside him: "What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up and find a book!"

So at night, the Shen family fell into a frenzied search for books. Shen Lifeng hugged Shen Zhian, patted her thin shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay, Dad asked someone to look for it, and I won't lose it."

Shen Zhi'an lay in Shen Lifeng's arms absent-mindedly, feeling terribly sad.Ms. Yang stood aside and neither left nor left. After thinking about it, she came to say goodbye to Shen Lifeng.

At this time, Wei Ling suddenly said: "Xiao An's book is lost, did Teacher Yang see it?"

Ms. Yang could hear the suspicion in her tone. Today was not going well. At this time, Wei Ling's question seemed to ignite her anger, and she couldn't help but said impatiently: "What do you mean? I can still take it." ?"

Wei Ling seemed to be frightened, and shrank a little. Mrs. Zhao heard Miss Yang's sharp voice from a long distance away, and said dissatisfiedly: "Miss Yang, what are you fussing about with a child!"

Miss Yang's eyes froze, and Shen Zhi'an and his father looked here together.

Wei Ling said cautiously: "I didn't say you took it, but I can't find Xiaoan's books..."

"What does that have to do with me!" Miss Yang was already impatient and interrupted her words roughly. Shen Zhi'an couldn't help frowning when she heard this, there seemed to be something wrong with Miss Yang being so anxious.

Shen Lifeng's head got dizzy from the noise, and he quickly said to Ms. Yang: "Sorry, I made you laugh. Ms. Yang is also tired today. I'll ask the driver to take you back!"

Miss Yang saw that Shen Lifeng had already spoken, as if someone was helping to support her back, she immediately became a little arrogant, she saw that she dumped the contents of the bag on the sofa, and said: "It's okay, look, I can't Take Xiaoan's book, so that Mr. Shen can prove it to me!"

Immediately afterwards, with a "pop", a thin book fell out of her bag, and then Shen Zhian shouted in surprise: "Ah! My book!"

When Ms. Yang saw it, she was instantly dumbfounded. She couldn't help taking a step back, and said in disbelief, "This, this is impossible..."

Shen Zhi'an quickly hugged the lost and recovered book in his arms, his face could not hide his joy, Miss Yang quickly explained: "Someone must have put this in my bag, if I really took it, why should I keep it?" Pour it out, besides, I'm a teacher, what do I do with children's books?" Shen Lifeng listened, and nodded suspiciously.

At this time, Shen Zhi'an caught a glimpse of a pocket watch, she seemed to have known him before, she picked up the pocket watch, held it in her hand, and said in surprise: "Mr. Yang, why is my pocket watch in your bag? I remember that it was lost?"

Miss Yang saw the things in Shen Zhian's hands, and her face suddenly changed. A few days ago, Shen Zhian took a pocket watch and told her that it was given to her by her father. It is said that it was brought back from Switzerland. Shen Lifeng usually has something strange. Shen Zhian Shen Lifeng usually let her go, but when Ms. Yang saw this pocket watch, she couldn't take her eyes away immediately. She was born in an ordinary family and had never seen such a thing before, so she naturally found it rare, especially Shen Zhian played with it. Afterwards, she threw it aside, she thought, maybe she would not be enough to buy such a watch if she taught Shen Zhian for a year, so, out of sheer courage, she secretly took it away when Xiaoan was not paying attention, and went out to a party with her classmates the morning before yesterday , I was still showing off, but I forgot to put it away all of a sudden.

This time, not only Mrs. Zhao, but even Shen Lifeng cast a strange look at Miss Yang. Wei Ling didn't expect such a look, so he couldn't help being a little surprised, but the corner of his mouth slightly raised a little mockingly.

Ms. Yang's face paled and she looked a little embarrassed. She didn't know how to explain: "This..."

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After sending Miss Yang away, Shen Lifeng coaxed Shen Zhian to sleep, then gently took out the book from her arms, put it on the bedside, and then left the room.

Shen Lifeng went downstairs and saw Mrs. Zhao sitting on the sofa downstairs, apparently waiting for him, Shen Lifeng stepped forward and asked, "Mom, why aren't you sleeping?"

The old lady Zhao sighed, and looked at Shen Lifeng: "Lifeng, when will you tell me to rest assured? How can Xiaoan's mother leave with peace of mind?"

Shen Lifeng knew what she was referring to, and said a little ashamedly: "Mom, this time I was not allowed to hire someone, I have already fired her, and there will never be such a thing in the future."

The old lady Zhao asked: "What is the background of this Miss Yang? How can such a person come to teach Xiaoan?"

Hearing her question, Shen Lifeng hesitated for a long time before saying: "My sister introduced her, she said that she is a top student in the Academy of Fine Arts, and it is just right to teach Xiaoan how to draw."

The old lady Zhao glanced at him and said nothing, obviously dissatisfied.

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