Heterogeneous love

The second day is a rare day off for high school students who take a break every two weeks. I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face.

Jue Chu looked at me suspiciously, ignored me, and sat down at the table by himself, waiting for dinner.

I muttered something in my heart, and went in to help my aunt with a smile on my face.My aunt made Jue Chu’s favorite fried rice with soy sauce and tomato egg soup. I carried the plate in one hand and the soup in the other and walked to the restaurant. The plate was heavy and the soup was hot. The other hand was too weak to hold the plate, and I didn't have any free hand to help. Seeing that I couldn't hold it anymore, I quickly shouted, "Juechu! Come and help!"

Juechu immediately stood up from the chair and ran over to help me serve it. Just as I got the soup bowl, my hand couldn't hold on for a while and let go, and a big bowl of soup spilled on Juechu's hand.

It must have been extremely hot, Jue Chu screamed "Ah!", ignoring the dropped soup bowl, rushed into the kitchen with shaking hands and washed it with cold water.

He was scalded, and it was even worse when he was rinsed with cold water. The large area on his hand immediately bulged and bubbled out.

My aunt started to deal with him in a hurry, and when she saw me going in, she got angry and slapped me on the face.

"You little goblin, just like your mother, you know how to harm our mother and son all day long! What evil have I done..."

The uncle glanced at me, and discussed with his aunt in a low voice, "Forget it, what do you think it looks like when you cry like this in front of the child?"

The aunt's voice suddenly rose, "You have the face to tell me what I have become? What do you think I have become?! If you hadn't made this mess and came back, how could my son be in this state..."

I couldn't listen anymore, turned around and ran into the house with tears in my eyes, and locked the door.

My aunt kicked the door, but I pressed against it and refused to open it.

Jue Chu said outside the door, "Mom, I'm going to the hospital!"

My aunt let it go, and hurriedly took Jue Chu to the hospital.I heard her say loudly to my uncle, "Take care of her, I'll settle the score with her when I come back tonight!"

I heard the door close, and slowly slid to the ground, hugging my knees and weeping bitterly.

The uncle knocked on the door outside, "Yuanyuan, please open the door for uncle, uncle has something to tell you."

I cried for a while, then opened the door when there was no movement outside the door.

My uncle was sitting on the ground outside my door, with his head down, looking weak.

Seeing me open the door, I immediately looked up at me, and stood up from the ground. I saw his flustered and flustered appearance, and my heart was slightly sour. I didn't know what to say, but just looked at him.

The uncle also looked at me, his eyes were red, and after a long time, he came over and hugged me.

I struggled awkwardly, refusing to give him a hug.

The uncle's voice was slightly crying, "Yuanyuan, uncle, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your mother!"

I bit my lip stubbornly, not wanting to cry out.

Uncle rushed into the house, took some money and stuffed it into my hand, "You take the money, you can move to the dormitory, this time your aunt won't let it go. I..."

I took the money and went into the house to pack my own books and clothes, as well as the things my brother left me, those childhood clothes and so on, I didn’t take anything I didn’t need.Just like that, I packed my things and left home in a hurry. My uncle took me to school and helped me with the accommodation procedures.

When he left, he hesitated to speak, seeing my indifferent face, he didn't say anything, just sighed, turned and left.

I looked at his figure elongated by the sun, and there was a slight hunching, and my heart softened. In fact, my uncle was kind to me, but at that time I was angry, and I felt extremely wronged. I didn't catch up with him and say something to him. talk.

Later on, I always thought, if I had caught up, would everything have been different later on?

But, no matter how regretful I am, God will never give me another chance to look back, and I was young and vigorous at that time, so how could I speak politely to others.