If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

“It’s such a big bottle!”

Guan Chuncao excitedly gestured with both hands to show the size of the wine bottle: "There are berries and a small ginseng in it, and there are so many black and red beans in it! It's a full bottle, but my mom never let me drink a sip. Every night, she would lock me in the room with my dad and drink until I finished!"

"I was wondering what's going on. My mom never lets me drink. It turns out it's because I'm not her biological child!"

Wan Chuncao can still remember the scene that night: "The more I thought about it, the more I understood what was going on. It turned out that because I was not their biological child, I could not drink my father's male potion. Because I was not their child, my mother had been giving it to my father without telling me."

"Later in the evening, my father and mother came back from a fight with someone, carrying axes and shovels. I later heard that they first went to the aunt's house at the village head and scolded her, and then went door to door to scold all the uncles and aunts who gossiped that day."

At this point, Wan Chuncao's voice became a little softer: "They were like people who had taken gunpowder. They would go to a house and do everything before coming back. When they got home, my mother's hair was all blown up and my father's clothes were all in tatters."

"They were already angry, and then when they got home, they saw that I had secretly drunk most of my father's wine and was sleeping on the bed, so they grabbed me and beat me up."

But those were all accidents, and she regretted her actions: "But since then I have been honest and never drank my dad's wine secretly again."

Xu Muyu stared at her in a daze, his mouth open for a moment.

She seemed to really care about whether the wine tasted good or not, more than the fact that she was not her biological daughter.

He really looked at her for a long time before asking, "Aren't you sad?"

“So sad!”

Wan Chuncao became excited again: "I took the opportunity to secretly drink that wine once and never drank it again. I still remember the sweet, sour, and slightly turbid taste. But I never drank it again. How can I not be sad!"

That’s not what Xu Muyu meant. What he meant was, “Aren’t you sad?”

"I am sad too. I was beaten by my mother, so I am not sad?"

Wan Chuncao didn't know how to describe the pain that night and said, "My mom hit me really hard that day! I was drunk and fell asleep on the bed, but she had to pick me up and beat me up with my dad. She didn't let me go until she heard me wake up and cry. It hurt so much!"

Xu Muyu touched his upper and lower lips, not knowing how to open his mouth.

Wanchun knew what he meant, so how could he not hear it?

She just felt that it was nothing: "I slept between my parents the day I was picked up. My mom patted my butt every day, and my dad touched my forehead every night. We slept like that every day. Even though I was beaten that night, my mom and dad still patted my butt and touched my forehead, and we got through the day like that."

For her, it was just a normal day: "Although I was beaten, I also drank my father's wine. Although I knew that I was not my parents' biological child, I still drank my father's wine. They just beat me, but I still drank my father's wine. Nothing special happened that day, everything was normal."

……

Xu Muyu was silent for a while, unable to think of anything to say.

"What about you?"

Since Xu Muyu had nothing to say, Wan Chuncao became more interested in chatting.

She lay on her side, propped up her head with her hand and asked Xu Muyu on the bed: "Why are you called this name?"

Xu Muyu was already stunned, and was stunned again when he heard her question.

He had not been asked this question.

"..."

Xu Muyu turned his head and looked back at the ceiling: "My mother took it."

He never explained to anyone why he returned to this name.

"It means 'Xu, Ai Mu, Yu'."

"When my mother was alive, she liked to call me 'Yu Muxu' in front of that man and my father, because her last name was Yu and my father's last name was Xu."

And 'Yu' loves 'Xu'.

Since Wan Chuncao could tell him her life story without reservation, he could also try to tell her.

It's just a name.

"After that, my mother passed away, and my name has always been 'Xu Muyu'."

Not "Yu Muxu".

He wanted the man to always remember that it was "Xu" who loved "Yu" first.

It was that man who let her down, so "Yu" will no longer love "Xu".

And "Xu" should always remember "Yu", always remember that he was the first to express his love, he was the first to love her, he was the one who let her down, he will always be sorry for her!

"It doesn't sound like a basketball name."

Wan Chuncao pulled up the quilt to cover her legs, propped up her head and said, "How artistic."

Xu Muyu loosened his clenched hands in the quilt, and he turned his head to look straight at her.

Wan Chuncao met his eyes and said, "I sent Mouse to your stepmother's house that day and saw your photo."

So that's how it is. Xu Muyu clenched his hands in the quilt again and said sarcastically: "I didn't expect they still kept the photos."

Wan Chuncao kicked the quilt and asked Xu Muyu, "Were you still playing basketball in college?"

Xu Muyu was still looking at the ceiling: "High school."

"Oh my god……"

Wan Chuncao stopped adjusting the quilt and said, "That, honey, I'm not saying that you are growing too fast. I'm saying that you are too tall. You know that height is misleading."

What she said was true: "You look almost 5 feet 4 inches tall, much taller than the short guy next to you. I thought you were in college. High school students don't look that tall."

It refers to his height before the accident.

Xu Muyu laughed at himself in his heart, still looking at the ceiling: "It doesn't matter."

No matter what happened in the past, it’s only the present that matters, isn’t it?

Now, his legs...

"So do you spray water on your head when you play basketball?"

Wan Chuncao kicked off the quilt and lay down with him, also looking at the ceiling: "You played basketball in high school, you must be very popular."

"The boys on your basketball team must be very popular with the girls. There are so many girls surrounding you, waiting to watch you play."

"When the time comes, you can just make a shot, jump up and throw the ball out in a perfect arc. Those little girls will definitely gather around the basketball court and call you scum."

"Then you boys, who had worked so hard and were so brave, took a sip of the water from the girls. They were aroused, and you boys were also aroused. You tore your jerseys to pieces, revealing your abdominal muscles."

"In order to get more screams from the girls, you bare your chest, twist the water bottle, and pour the water on your head, and the water flows up along your wheat-colored abdominal muscles."

"You wouldn't do that, would you?"

She turned to Xu Muyu and asked him seriously: "Have you ever done it, husband?"

Xu Muyu's hands in the quilt had been loosened at some point. Facing her question, he only looked at the ceiling, not even daring to glance at her: "..."