Your Little Friend Is Troubled (3)
400,000 yuan could not buy a decent house. He could only buy this place, this fucking school district house.
Aiyo, Jiang Xing wants to sigh again.
After their conversation, Jiang Xing was going to hang up. At this time, Yu Wencheng suddenly seemed to think of something and asked him again. âUm⦠your whole family moved here? Is Xiaoman here?â
âSheâs here.â
âCan you take her to my house?â Yu Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief, âMy son is relapsing again; Iâm helpless against it. â
Yu Wenchengâs tone was very helpless. The grown-ups had run out of ideas, and heâs grasping at straws. Heâs putting his hope on Jiang Xiaoman, hoping that she could coax his son. After all, she was his only friend, and the two also communicated often.
Yu Qingshi hadnât eaten anything for a whole day and wouldnât listen to it no matter how he tried to coax him.
Yu Wencheng rarely talked about his sonâs illness outside, but Jiang Xing knew a little about it after dealing with him for so long.
âOkay, weâll be there soon.â Jiang Xing was a loyal person, and he agreed without hesitation.
He picked up Jiang Xiaoman, went back to the house, changed his clothes, wrapped Xiaoman in warm clothes, and took her out.
Jiang Xiaoman was confused and asked, âUncle, where are we going?â
âWeâre going to see your little friend, remember Yu Qingshi? He is sulking now and needs someone to coax him.â
âHe is so childish.â
ââ¦Well, you canât say that later. With others, you have to be a little gentler, a little more patient, and a little warmer, understand?â
Gentle? What is gentle?
Jiang Xiaoman touched her head and thought about it. She asked based on her life experience. âIs gentle, like Grandma?â
Usually, when Grandma held her, she felt that she was very gentle and warm.
ââ¦â Thatâs way too gentle. It was so gentle that Jiang Xing was immediately reminded of the feather duster.
Jiang Xing was silent for a while and squeezed her face. âDonât be like your Grandma. Be careful; people might break off their relationship with you.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHow do you be gentle then?â
Jiang Xing frowned; he didnât know either. âThatâs up to you, as long as you managed to coax people.â
Jiang Xiaoman nodded like she understood but not really, and followed Jiang Xing to Yu Qingshiâs house.
Jiang Xing had gone to Yu Wenchengâs house before, and he was familiar with the building and the road. Soon, he arrived at the gate of the neighborhood.
It was an uptown neighborhood, with villas lined up in rows. All of them were single-family houses, and the place was very spacious.
Now, this was a right, spacious city house. But unfortunately, Jiang Xing couldnât afford one yet.
He decided to live in the damned school district house for now. When he makes more money later, he would move to a more prominent place and live in a villa.
Jiang Xiaoman was stunned.
It was so beautiful and spacious.
It was filled with greeneries all the way there, even during winter. They were plants that she had never seen before.
There were also winter jasmines that bloomed on the flower bed; they were wonderful.
Jiang Xiaoman immediately felt better when she saw them. She asked, âWhy is Yu Qingshi sulking when heâs living in such a beautiful place?â
âWho knows? Your Grandma loves you so much, but sometimes she still spanked you.â Jiang Xing smiled and said, âWho in this world is free from troubles? Canât your little friend be troubled sometimes?â
So, it turned out that Grandma was troubled sometimes, so thatâs why she spanked her. Jiang Xiaoman understood again.
She clenched her fist and said, âOkay, if heâs still troubled, then Iâll let him beat me up.â
ââ¦â Jiang Xing touched her head and said, âIf he tried to beat you, just run.â
âIâm not going to run.â Jiang Xiaoman said, âHe cannot defeat me. Iâm just allowing him to beat me.â
âOh.â Jiang Xing responded indifferently and then knocked on the door to Yuâs familyâs house.
It was already a mess inside when they arrived.
As soon as they entered the living room, they could see all the mess on the floor. Broken plates and food were littering the ground.
Yu Wencheng was squatting on the ground, picking up the debris. He was silent, and his expression gloomy; it wasnât clear what he was thinking.
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