Were You Picked Up from the Trash Can? (1)
The two looked at each other for a while, their faces turning red.
Jiang Xiaoman had more courage and took the initiative to say, âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â Yu Qingshiâs voice was so soft that you wouldnât be able to hear him at all if you werenât listening carefully.
H-h-he actually slept with Jiang Xiaoman, waah waah waah!!!
When he hugged her, she felt more comfortable than Miaomiao; softer and warmer. Miaomiao was fluffy, but the cat snored when it slept, although it felt nice to the touch. Jiang Xiaoman was different. She slept peacefully, with only light and shallow breathing. Yu Qingshi was looking at her and fell asleep.
He did not do it on purpose!
Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoman didnât feel wronged at all.
Yu Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he got away after doing a crime and escaped disaster.
After sleeping for one class, they had a lot of dried grass on their bodies. The two of them cleaned themselves up and helped each other pick off the grass from their heads. Then they went to the teacher to report their attendance when the break ended.
Another class would be starting soon, so the two returned together to the classroom, one following behind the other.
As they walked through the second-floor corridor, a little girl passed them while sobbing and crying loudly, wiping her tears as she walked.
The more she looked at the figureâs back, the more familiar it became.
Jiang Xiaoman didnât hate crying children and instead liked to coax them very much. She followed her and asked, âLittle friend Ye Jiajia, whatâs wrong?â
Ye Jiajia and Jiang Xiaoman had a good relationship back in kindergarten and got along really well with each other.
Ye Jiajia was pretty delicate and looked very sweet whenever she laughed. She usually followed behind Jiang Xiaoman, calling out âXiaoman, Xiaoman.â She was adorable, and Xiaoman liked her very much.
However, they did not get into the same class in elementary school, which made Xiaoman feel a little sad.
âXiaomanâ¦â Ye Jiajia turned her head and looked at her. Her eyes and nose were red from crying, and she cried even louder when she saw Xiaoman.
Jiang Xiaoman asked, âWhy are you crying? Did a boy bully you? Donât be afraid. Tell me, and Iâll help beat them back for you.â
Boys nowadays were very naughty and often bullied their female classmates.
What they loved doing the most was pulling on the girlsâ hair. Ye Jiajiaâs hair was braided so beautifully, so she must have suffered from a lot of evil hands, right?
â¦Eh, wait a minute.
Where was her little braid? Xiaoman glanced at her head and found that she was wearing a plain-looking hat that covered her head today.
She could not see whatâs underneath at all.
Ye Jiajiaâs mother was very dexterous and usually braided her hair beautifully in various hairstyles. Xiaoman used to envy her.
âNo one bullied me.â Ye Jiajia wiped away her tears and cried, âI just looked in the mirror for a while when I was in the bathroom. I thought I looked very ugly and couldnât help crying.â
ââ¦?â Jiang Xiaoman was startled, âYou are not ugly. You are very cute. I used to want to learn how to braid my hair like yours.â
âWaah waah waah!!â Hearing her say that, Ye Jiajia cried again, especially loudly. She sobbed as she said, âIâll show you.â
After saying that, she silently took off her hat, then put it back on.
ââ¦â
After seeing that, Jiang Xiaoman understood.
Because her braids were gone!! Theyâve been cut!!
Her hair looked like it had been bitten off by dogs!!
It was really⦠ugly!!
Ah, she mustnât say that part.
Jiang Xiaoman held her hand as her heart ached, saying angrily, âWhich rascal dared to cut your hair? Iâll help you beat him up, and Iâll even tell the teacher to come with me!â
Ye Jiajia wiped her tears, âItâs my Dadâ¦â
ââ¦â
The clever and eloquent Jiang Xiaoman, the one who could talk about anything and specialized in coaxing all kinds of crying children, suddenly got stuck not knowing what to say.
She could only win when fighting against children, but not adults.
But Ye Jiajia was crying so miserably. It was really pitiful.
Jiang Xiaoman comforted her and said, âItâs okay. It will grow back soon.â
Ye Jiajia pressed down on her hat as if afraid that she wasnât wearing it tight enough and someone could see underneath. Fortunately, the weather was still cold right now, so she wouldnât feel too hot wearing the hat.
Ye Jiajia said, âIt would take too long, and Iâll feel sad whenever I think about it. Iâve decided that Iâm not going to talk to Dad ever again.â
What a coincidence. Jiang Xiaoman thought the same way when her uncle cut her hair, but she still talked to him again eventually.
âWhy did your Dad cut your hair?â
While talking about this matter, Ye Jiajiaâs mouth flattened, and her tears started falling again.
âMy Mother has my little brother now, so she couldnât braid my hair anymore. My father braided my hair for me today, but he couldnât do it and ended up cutting my hairâ¦â
âSo did my uncle!â Jiang Xiaoman immediately said with similar hatred. âDads are all like this! Zhang Xinhuaâs father is the same too!â
Oh, Zhang Xinhuaâs bright little bald head.
Ye Jiajia still remembered it.
Was it because Zhang Xinhua was so round and chubby? His bald head was whiter and shinier than others.
When she was reminded of him, Ye Jiajia felt that she was not that miserable, so she finally stopped crying.
When her little friend was finally almost coaxed, Jiang Xiaoman curiously asked, âDo you have a little brother? Why didnât you have one before? Can you bring him to the school for me to see? I really like little babies, but my family canât afford to pick one up.â
As soon as she said that, Ye Jiajia, who had just stopped crying, let out another earth-shattering cry.
âI donât want to, I donât want to! I donât want my little brother! I hate my little brother!!â
After crying, Ye Jiajia finally remembered why she was depressed today.
Seeing her ugly look in the mirror was just a trigger.