Author: Cold-faced Ruoxi

Liao Jiayan was paralyzed by alcohol, her eyes became erratic, and her fingers were lightly placed on the bottle and said softly: "Can this wine be exchanged for your story tonight?"

"I'm afraid that it will scare you if you say it." Meng Chuyuan's lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile was in her eyes. Her smile was obviously very gentle but it made people feel distressed.

"You said, I'm not afraid." Liao Jiayan forced her confused and sleepy eyes, and with the only little consciousness left, she looked at Meng Chuyuan firmly.

Seeing Liao Jiayan so persistent, Meng Chuyuan briefly summarized: "I am an orphan, and the grandmother who raised me was not my biological grandmother."

Liao Jiayan, who had not waited for the following text, looked at her with some dissatisfaction: "Is this gone?"

Meng Chuyuan smiled and said, "It's gone."

"It's boring... your story is not scary at all..." Liao Jiayan muttered in her mouth, and after a while he lay on the table and slowly closed her eyes.

Liao Jiayan fell drunk and completely lost consciousness and couldn't wake up. However, Meng Chuyuan was still awake. The topic just now had not passed through her heart, which directly affected her current mood.

Meng Chuyuan reopened the can of beer, instinctively approached Liao Jiayan and touched the glass, lowered his eyes, stared at her sleeping side face and said, "I suddenly changed my mind and wanted to exchange my story for you for wine."

She knew that Liao Jiayan would definitely not hear it now. It happened that the matter had been hidden in her heart for many years, and even in front of Lu Qingye, she had never told her.

Meng Chuyuan first drank a sip of wine to make her mood. She tried to speak several times and then forced herself back. It was not until half a bottle of wine that she plucked up her courage: "My father is a deaf and mute man, and my mother has mental problems. In the eyes of others, they are not normal people."

She had never seen her father before, and heard from the villagers that her father had been injured in a mudslide. Because she was in a remote location and could not call for help normally, she missed the opportunity to be rescued.

My mother was mentally ill and often had some extreme behaviors. The villagers called her a lunatic. The condition became more and more serious. The villagers were worried that her mother would hurt the innocent and refused to let her go out. They also discussed sending her out of the village.

My mother was very vague in Meng Chuyuan's impression. At that time, Meng Chuyuan was young and had just remembered that her mother was crazy and would even compete with her for candy.

Later, her mother was trapped at home. During the period when she was waiting for someone to send her out, she secretly ran out for several days and didn't go home. Then she heard the news of her fallen death.

Meng Chuyuan lamented softly and said, "The one who adopted me was a grandmother from the next door. She insisted on delivering food to me and my mother every day. I naively thought she was my dear grandmother."

After her mother left, Meng Chuyuan completely lived with that grandma.

Born in that kind of family, the villagers would inevitably look at her with tinted glasses. A child about the same age as Meng Chuyuan said in front of her all day long that she was the daughter of a lunatic.

At that time, she was young and ignorant, and this kind of labeling behavior seemed to emphasize that she was a lunatic at all times.

Meng Chuyuan had a dispute with the children of the same age because of this. One of the neighbors fell while making a fuss and his knee was scratched. The parents came to the door with the villagers that day to ask for an explanation. Everyone thought that she might have inherited her mother's mental illness and wanted to send her away.

It was not until that time when my grandmother protected her, she would rather offend everyone than let everyone take Meng Chuyuan away. During that dispute, Meng Chuyuan learned the truth. It turned out that the person she had always called grandmother was not her biological grandmother.

"Grandma said I was a normal child. My mother's mental illness was only caused by stimulation after my father left, and it was not inherited." Meng Chuyuan's eyes were occupied by tears, and she burst into tears. The hot tears fell silently along her cheeks, and her voice became a little vague: "But among the little madman, I don't know whether I am crazy or not."

She didn't know whether grandma's words were true or just to coax her, so she didn't dare to define herself, let alone guarantee whether she would become like a mother one day.

Meng Chuyuan had red eyes and pinched the can in his palm tightly, holding it tightly in his hand, "They don't like me, they can't tolerate me, and want to lock me up at home and not let me go out... After my grandmother passed away, I ran away and ran desperately, and I vowed not to go back there again."

She has been smart and sensible since she was a child, and her mind is more mature than that of ordinary children of the same age. No one teaches her how to deal with people and things like this.

Growing up in such a family and environment, she felt a little resentful.

He was obviously not doing anything but was rejected for no reason.

Later she learned to accept it.

If what happened cannot be changed, let yourself accept it.

Let go of yourself and yourself.

Whether you are sick or not, live the rest of your life first.

Meng Chuyuan held half a bottle of wine in her hand. After being pinched by her, the yellow liquid also flowed out of the mouth of the bottle and overflowed onto her hands, wetting the sleeves of her clothes.

Suddenly at this moment, a faint shadow suddenly fell on her head beside her, leaning down, and a faint hormonal aura mixed in the air.

Meng Chuyuan raised her tears and saw a familiar face appearing in front of her. She was stunned: "Why are you here?"

"Don't your hands hurt?"

Lu Qingye bent over, his eyes parallel to her, and suddenly lowered his eyes. He stretched out his hand from his trouser pocket, covered the back of Meng Chuyuan's hand, slowly spread her fingers apart, and took out the deformed can.

He drew a piece of paper to wipe Meng Chuyuan's hands clean.

Meng Chuyuan's eyes kept staring at him, trying to see something from his face, but Lu Qingye was a person who could not show his emotions.

"When did you appear?" Meng Chuyuan was really shocked at his sudden appearance.

"Is this important?" Lu Qingye put the tissue ball on the table, looked up at the tears on her face, and slowly spoke: "Or don't you want me to appear when?"

She closed her eyes, deliberately avoided Lu Qingye's gaze, and whispered: "No."

But she was really not mentally prepared to let others know about those things.

Before Meng Chuyuan came out, she told him that she wanted to have midnight snacks, but she didn't come back for a while and didn't answer the phone. Then Lu Qingye followed her cell phone and found her.

He arrived when Liao Jiayan lay down. He originally wanted to come up and ask Meng Chuyuan to go home, but unexpectedly heard her say she wanted to tell a story, so he stood behind Meng Chuyuan and finished the whole process.

Meng Chuyuan blinked, squeezed away the tears left in his eyes, and returned to his normal vision.

Her pupils were a little surprised and she pretended to be calm: "Did you hear it all?"

Lu Qingye raised his hand, with a little warm finger, and wiped the tears from her eyelids: "I am yours, what are you afraid of?"
Chapter completed!