What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

Slowly, He Yue's gaze shifted to her grandfather, and when their eyes met, He Yue finally spoke.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. When I was cleaning your room, I saw He Lang's hundred-day photo under your pillow." He Yue smiled, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Tell me, why don't you ask them for a new photo?"

He Lang, who was at the center of the topic, fell silent. He didn't dare to speak, not even to cry.

Instead, Yin Rou suddenly stood up, rushed over sideways, and slapped He Yue in the face.

She was so angry that she was shaking: "Heyue! It's okay if you say that about me and your dad. Yes, we didn't care enough about you over the years, but what about grandpa? How can you say that about grandpa! "

Only grandpa loves her the most.

"Yin Rou!" Grandpa scolded her.

The whole house suddenly became eerily quiet, and the only sound was everyone's heavy breathing due to anger.

Finally, He Yue held back the tears in her eyes, raised her voice as high as possible, and pretended to be indifferent: "You guys should leave quickly and go to Jiang Manyue to live your wonderful life."

After saying that, He Yue ran back to the room and locked the door tightly.

But it was just a locked door. It couldn't block out Yin Rou and the others' anger. Their intermittent words were still drilling into He Yue's ears: "Do I have to let you live here after I leave?"

"Heyue, you haven't made any money yet! What gives you the confidence to let us go!"

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He Yue covered her mouth with her hands. She was afraid that her crying would be heard, and she was afraid that they would not be able to let her go.

She wanted them to leave quickly and stay away from her. That madman Chen Song might attack her family. She couldn't and was unwilling to take that risk.

Finally, it was my grandpa who spoke up, and everyone went back to their rooms angrily.

This meal, whether it was the greasy stir-fried shrimps, the old hen soup that had been simmered for a whole morning, or Heyue's favorite fish wrapped in meat, gradually lost its temperature and became difficult to swallow.

He Yue just sat on the ground and cried until she fell asleep. She didn't wake up until her body fell to the ground.

She looked at the white ceiling to calm herself down, then tried to stand up, only to find her legs were so numb that she could only lean against the wall for a long time before she opened the door and walked out.

Unexpectedly, my grandfather just walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of taro dumplings in his hand.

Heyue doesn't like eating dumplings made of flour. She thinks the taro dumplings have a chewy outer skin, and she likes the ones stuffed with winter melon the most. They are juicy and fresh when she takes a bite.

It was the first time that the grandfather and grandson felt so awkward. They stood in the living room, one in the south and one in the north, looking at each other in silence.

Finally, grandpa came over, put down the dumplings, pushed them in front of Heyue, and sat down.

"Sit down, I have a question for you."

He Yue thought about it and walked over, then sat down with her head down, not daring to look into her grandfather's eyes.

Grandpa said again: "You eat."

He Yue then looked at her grandfather. She had just said so many hurtful words, and now she felt she couldn't pick up the chopsticks.

"It will be cold soon."

He Yue took a small bite only after her grandfather urged her. The dumplings were as delicious as she remembered. She ate while listening to her grandfather.

"Little Heyue, when she was born, her hair was black and thick, but her nose was flat, her eyes were separated by a gap, and her nose bridge was wrinkled and cracked, so her grandmother called her Erlang Shen."

A tear fell into the hot dumpling soup, creating ripples.

"Little Heyue is so easy to fool. I told her that we could see the Magpie Bridge on July 7, and she waited from dusk till dawn. She was so little, and she just tilted her face up, and she fell asleep while waiting."

"Xiao Heyue, I've always said she's a loser. How can there be someone who has such a poor temper? She doesn't even know when others bully her."

He Yue heard something was wrong, she raised her eyes and looked at her grandfather through the heat.

The man in his sixties seemed a little embarrassed at this moment. He clenched his fists again and again, and in the end his eyes were filled with expectation, even a hint of pleading.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He Yue felt like the dumpling was stuck in her throat and she couldn't swallow it, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Will my little Heyue come back?"

Perhaps it was from a long time ago, when He Yue betrayed herself the first time she saw her grandfather after her rebirth.

Grandpa felt that something was not right about He Yue in front of him. She was obviously the granddaughter he had raised, but she suddenly became independent, brave, and resolute, which were things that the previous He Yue never had.

Her world is no longer limited to Lin Xia Ning and Luo Yi Lan. She has new friends and new learning goals. Her world is becoming broader with her efforts.

As a grandfather, he should be happy, but he always gets distracted and thinks of He Yue when she was little, rubbing her eyes and asking herself every New Year: "Grandpa, when will mom and dad come back?"

And he would tell lie after lie, waiting for a late reunion night.

Now He Yue won't do that. She will speak loudly, express her grievances, and have her own ideas.

People are supposed to grow up, but why is he so reluctant as a grandfather?

At this moment, He Yue couldn't control her emotions anymore and she covered her face with her hands and cried.

Grandpa came over and patted her on the back, asking, "What... happened?"

He Yue put her arms around his waist: "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

She didn't mean to drive you away, and she didn't mean to quarrel with everyone, but the future she knew was too tragic, and she couldn't selfishly pretend that she knew nothing.

"Is it related to Aning and the others?" Grandpa hit the nail on the head. He raised his hand to wipe away He Yue's tears.

"Grandpa." He Yue decided to confess, "In fact, I have always been Little He Yue, just the 28-year-old Little He Yue."

Grandpa was startled, trying to find some traces of time on her face, but He Yue in front of him had sincere eyes and didn't look like she was lying at all.

Grandpa took two steps back and fell into the rattan chair: "What about her?"

What about the soul of Xiao Heyue in this body that accompanies him day and night?

He Yue pursed her lips. She didn't know how to answer this question.

The grandfather and grandson were silent. Only the ticking of the clock could be heard in the living room. Suddenly, the grandfather raised his hand and wiped away his tears: "You must be having a bad time, so you came back."

He Yue’s tears had not yet dried. She was crying, and her grandfather was crying too.

He Yue walked over and lay down on her grandfather's lap: "Grandpa, I have things to do when I come back. Things I have to do."

Grandpa nodded and stroked her hair again and again. This little girl, who in his memory could not even walk steadily, was now about to push away the sky he held up.

"Heyue, no matter what you decide to do, you must remember that you still have your grandpa." After a pause, grandpa added, "And your useless parents."

"I know, I know." He Yue wiped away her tears and assured her grandfather, "As soon as my business is over, I will go home and be with you."

It is not an empty house, but a place with relatives that is worthy of being called home.