My Childhood Girlfriend

Chapter 5

Xiang Yunhong sighed.

"Mom, what's wrong again? I'm sighing and sighing." Murong Xuan seemed to think of something. She sat up straight and looked at her with concern. "He didn't quarrel with you again, did he? Oh! This Murong Ye is really troublesome."

Murong Xuan gnashed her teeth. She knew that she had no way to deal with him, which made her even angrier.

"Mom, don't always nag at him. The more you talk about him, the more annoying he will be! Just leave it to him. Anyway, he dares not to do anything out of line. He is really afraid of Dad." When Murong Xuan said this, she meditated for a while. "It would be great if Sister Shishi was here."

"Well, okay. We don't want to talk about him anymore. I heard that you are going to have military training tomorrow, right?"

"Yes!" Murong Xuan just lay down and jumped up again. "Mom, I won't tell you. I have to find my sun cream for skin care products."

Just then, the door was opened.

Murong Wan walked in.

Murong Xuan turned to look at Yunhong and fixed her eyes on her brother.

"Lian'er..."

"Stop it, I'm not interested in listening."

Murong Xuan had thought that there would be another big disturbance, but she didn't expect that he just coldly ignored her and went upstairs.

She watched with her mouth slightly open as he walked away. When he realized that he had disappeared around the corner of the staircase, she walked back to Yunhong's side. Holding her throat, she said, "Mom, what... happened to him?"

Xiang Yunhong also looked at her puzzledly. They exchanged looks, but there was no answer.

If it were any other day, Murong Wan and his stepmother would always leave the room after the fight. When he came back late at night, he would always wait for Yunhong to come back, but when he came back, he would shout and curse.

But today, it was unexpectedly calm.

"Mom, it's all right. You should go to bed early. Don't stay up late."

Murong Xuan held Yunhong in her arms and was about to walk towards the stairs when Murong Wan's voice came from the corner of the stairs.

"Aren't you going to military training tomorrow? You have to live in school for half a month. Do you want me to take you to school?"

Murong Xian'er leaned against the wall and looked down at her younger sister.

Apparently, the mother and daughter did not expect him to appear again, which startled them a little.

"Sounds good..."

Murong Xuan still wanted to say something, but his figure disappeared again.

"Why are you running so fast? I don't care if it's good or bad. Help me carry my luggage."

Murong Xuan muttered.

"Well, I'll help you move it tomorrow."

Seeing how much he cared for his daughter, Xianghong's worries were slightly reduced.

"Mom, I'll go upstairs first." After finishing her words, Murong Xuan went upstairs.

Xiang Yunhong sat on the sofa and fell into memories.

18 years ago, Murong Jinhua's biological wife died in a car accident. At that time, Murong Jinhua was only 4 years old. Murong Jinhua was sad, so she went to the nightclub all night to drink to relieve her sorrow. It was there that she met the young, beautiful, and shrewd Xianghong. She knew that he was so sad because he had just lost his wife, so she began to take care of him more carefully. After that, Murong Jinhua proposed to her, and she agreed with pleasure. After getting married into the Murong family, she had been assisting him to establish today's Jin Hua software technology group.

However, Murong Wan still held a grudge against her father. She thought that her father did not love his birth mother and treated her even more coldly. She did not even call him aunt.

In fact, he had always had an uncertain guess that his biological mother was actually a tragedy caused by his father's accident when he was driving.

Although Xiang Yunhong had tried her best to get him to accept her and cared for him more than her own daughter, it was always futile.

One day two years ago, Murong Wan suddenly asked for a sports car from Murong Jinhua. His father did not agree.

She put in a good word for him. "Jinhua, why don't you give Lian'er a car when she's admitted to college?"

At that time, Murong Wanwan said, "Don't think that I'll be able to accept you if you keep acting like this."

She didn't expect that he would say that, but she could only bear it besides her heartache.

However, she was still happy for Murong Wanwan. At that time, he finally managed to get into A University with his own efforts. In order to encourage Murong Xuan, Murong Jinhua handed the car keys to her son and said to her daughter, "If you also get into the car, I will also give you one."

At that time, it was also the first time that Murong Xuan had seen her father smile so kindly in front of her brother.

Xiang Yunhong knew that her daughter did not affect the relationship between the two of them because Murong Wan did not recognize her. On the contrary, Murong Xuan listened to her brother very much.

Murong Ling had always loved and cared for her younger sister since she was young.

For so many years, one of her dreams was to resolve the contradiction between him and his mother.

However, with her help, it still didn't work, which troubled both of them.

While Murong Xuan was returning her luggage, someone knocked on the door.

She thought it was her mother, but when she opened the door, she saw Murong Wan leaning against the wall.

"Hey, who ran so fast just now? Why, are you asking me for help now?"

Murong Xuan thought that he must beg her for something.

"Do you have her contact information?"

"Who is it?" Murong Xuan pretended to be confused.

Murong Wan glanced at her and walked straight into her room, looking for something.

When she finally saw the phone on the table, she was overjoyed and picked it up.

Murong Xuan knew what he was going to do, but she just looked at him and did not say anything.

Murong Wan'er faced her phone and her frown grew tighter and tighter.

"Why don't you have her number?"

"Hey, did I say that I have her number?" Murong Xuan stepped forward and grabbed the phone. "I didn't tell you even if I did! Where is Sister Lan Shishi? Don't you care about her?"

Obviously, this straightforward trick did work.

Lan Shi was Murong Ling's childhood sweetheart, and he still loved her deeply.

He glared at Murong Xuan and left gloomily.

Murong Xuan, like a villain intoxicated with success, shouted outside the door, "If you want her number, who would refuse to give it to you once you, a dignified Murong Wanwan, say it?"

This was indeed the truth.

###Chapter6,Every family has its own problems with reciting scriptures (Part 2)

In the night of City A, the road was still crowded.

The Olympics of Beijing had just ended, and the domestic economy was developing more rapidly.

The taxi drivers' income did increase compared to the past years, but there were still many problems for them to worry about, such as the rise of oil prices.

Xi Chengyu felt that it was too late to get out of the car these days, so he finished his work early tonight.

After parking the car, he walked through an alley, went up to the third floor, opened the door, and entered a room of 60 square meters.

This was the old dormitory where the government of City A had not yet been improved or demolished to the original ceramic factory.

"Dad, it's so early tonight. Have you eaten yet?" Xi Yang Tian just walked out of the bathroom and saw his father entering the house.

"I've eaten. I'm too tired these days, so I took a vacation tonight." Xi Chengyu smiled and sat on the sofa.

Xi Yangtian poured him a glass of water and sat down across him.

"You don't have to be so tired. health is the most important thing," Xi Yangtian said with concern.

"I'm fine. I just want to save more money to buy a house for you and marry you when you can still move. However, the house price now is... ah!"

Xiyangtian looked at his father in front of him. His wrinkles had covered his cheeks and head, and his eyes were sunken. However, his bright eyes were still bright, and his looming white hair was growing day by day. It was obvious that he was ten years older than his actual age.

He hadn't noticed for a few days that his father had suddenly aged so much. Xi Yangtian's heart ached for him, and he felt even more guilty.

"Dad, your spine is not very good. Don't sit for too long and take a good rest. And I'm still young, so I'm in no hurry to marry a wife. Besides, I can make money to buy a house. Your money can be used as a elderly savings. You can eat whatever you want. I can support myself."

"Ah, you are really grown up. However, I want to buy a house for you, which is my father's wish. I still want to give it a try."

"Then don't be too tired, health is the most important thing."

"Okay! I know." Xi Chengyu suddenly remembered something. "By the way, son, have you fixed your car?"

"It has been repaired."

"Dad will buy you a electric car tomorrow!"

"No, dad, really. I think riding a bicycle is better. We can exercise." Xi Yangtian refused.

"As long as you think it's good." With these words, she got up and walked toward his room. "You should go to bed early. Don't just focus on your studies and rest."

Xi Yangtian looked at his slightly haggard back, his eyes full of gratitude and melancholy.

He was brought up by Xi Chengyu alone, but he still did not know who his biological mother was. Although he had seen his own mother when he was three years old, after so many years, he had no impression of her. Every time he asked his father and mother where they had gone, his eyes were full of sorrow and pain. He only said that she had gone far away and would never come back.

When he was young, he believed his father's words. At first, he thought that she had passed away. When he was in primary school, he saw that all the children around him had parents to send them to school. He could only envy them, so he was lonely and did not like to talk. As he grew older, the rumors of his neighbors came to his ears. Some people laughed that his father could not control his wife and ran away with others, and some people thought that Xi Yangtian was an orphan adopted by him.

However, no matter what the gossip was, he regarded Chengyu as his father. For so many years, he had raised him with painstaking efforts. He could never repay this kindness for his whole life.

He guessed that his mother must have run away with someone else. Otherwise, it was impossible for him to always look at the young woman with a ponytail in the picture frame on the cabinet and the silhouette of Chengyu sitting on the grass and laughing for a long time.

Because of this photo, Xiyang Tian had a very deep memory.

He was in high school for a while. One day, when he just finished school and went home, he saw his father meditating with that photo in his hand. Without saying anything, he rushed into his room, grabbed the photo in his hand, and shouted at him, "This woman doesn't want us anymore. Why do you still think about her?" The expression on his face was angry and frowned, and his face was stretched very long, as if his tender face was full of deep hatred.