EPISODE 3

Secret love is in the world of one person, and you two have lived your life.

--Excerpt from the first chapter of "Little Monsters Growing Diary"

Back in June 2003, the Ding family had two great joys.

First, Ding Xian was admitted to Yansan Middle School, a national key. The second, Ding's father was transferred to the Yansan District Planning Bureau, and the unit assigned him a welfare house in Yansan Hutong. Although he paid a lot of monthly payments, it was convenient for Ding's mother to supervise and study.

In Ding Xian's eyes, it was not supervision, it was surveillance.

If things like cameras could be popularized at that time, perhaps her room would have been full of needles, Ding Xian had to thank that backward era and reserved the last place for her privacy.

Yansan Hutong has a history of 100 years. It is divided into east and west lanes. In East Lane, people living in the East Lane are all respectable ancestors. The West Lane was later developed by the government into welfare houses and distributed to the staff in the unit. Of course. Ding Xian's mother. Ye Wan Xian, is not a good stubborn, watching people serve dishes is her strength.

At the end of June, Ding Xian bid farewell to her friends in the countryside and moved into Yansan Hutong with her mother.

The welfare room was on the first floor, dark and damp, the walls were peeling and falling ashes. In front of the window of Ding Xian's room was a tree with a crooked neck. In summer, the green branches and leaves happened to block the light in her room. Sometimes the lights were turned on during the day to do homework. One month later, she found that the tree with a crooked neck had a double image.

Compared with the younger brother who lives in the master bedroom with a large balcony and separate bathroom, Ding Xian understands his mother's eccentricity, but has long been accustomed to negligence.

Ding Xian sat in front of the Crooked Neck Tree for a whole summer vacation, then thought of one thing and applied to live on campus.

"What do you do when you live on campus? You have to pay an extra 200 yuan to live on campus, so you can make money?" Ye Wan Xian was mopping the floor, bending over and said.

Ding Xian lowered her head and stared closely at her toes, as if she was ashamed of her unruly demands.

"Don't stand here and get in the way. If you don't help, go back to your room and read a book."

Ye Wan Xian took the mop and went out to wash, without answering her head: "Don't hinder your brother from playing with toys." Without waiting for Ding Xian to turn around. The little devil behind her had already driven the newly bought toy car to her side, and the wheels maliciously rolled over Ding Xian's toes. Ding Xian was also angry. The little demon in her heart was about to move and kicked directly on the little devil's car.

With little strength, the car shook and quickly regained its balance.

The little devil quit, got out of the car and pushed Ding Xian hard.

Ding Xian stepped on the short table with one foot to see the injury. She was suddenly hit by someone on her back. She couldn't stand her weight. Furthermore, she leaped straight towards the solid wood sofa on one side. Her forehead hit the corner and immediately swelled up. A big round convex bag.

"Ding Jun Cong!!" Ding Xian yelled in a suppressed voice, for fear of attracting scolding from her mother.

The eight-year-old culprit sat back in the toy car, patted his forehead and laughed.

Ding Xian touched her forehead, a small bag protruding from the center of her eyebrows, like a small horn.

"Apologize!!" There was an unknown fire in her heart, but she could only squeeze these two words out of her mouth.

Ding Jun Cong made a grimace at her, "No, just a little bit!"

Ding Jun Cong's straightforwardness completely angered her, Ding Xian stood up, kicked the toy car to the ground, and the little devil took the car and rolled it to the ground.

He got up, sat on the ground and covered his eyes and cried loudly. While crying, he also peeked at his mother if he came in. Hey, if he didn't come in, then cry more sternly, "Uuuuu...sister hit me Sister hit me!"

This younger brother learned Ye Wan Xian's sassy and miserable skills since he was a child, crying really like that, and finally recruited Ding's mother who was washing the mop outside.

Ye Wan Xian came hastily wiping his hands, eyes sweeping roughly two will know what has happened, cheeky distressed to hug his son back to arms: "? Now, sir, your sister and you mess up," between words, did not forget Bai Ding xian glanced.

The little devil saw someone supporting him, so he pulled his mother to give a report.

Ye Wan Xian feels distressed for her son, holding Ding Jun Cong comfortably, while coaxing, she also slaps Ding Xian viciously, "It's the elder sister, it's the elder sister, little ancestor, don't cry!"

As usual, Ding Xian had already bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

But today's Ding Xian is extremely stubborn, her face flushed red, she bit her cheeks and refused to admit her mistakes, and she said, "He knocked me into such a bag first!" Ye Wan Xian stared at her, "No, your brother. If you are sensible, are you ignorant? He didn't mean it! You are his sister, so you can't let him? My aunt said that you hold grudges, and it seems right. You are just like your father, a wolf with white eyes !

"! Hastened to apologize to your brother.

How are you today "?!

Ye Wan Xian and pushed her," Come on!

Suddenly, came a burst roar:" Yes,

I am the wolf eyed children.

She stunned Ye Wan Xian and watched Ding Xian rush back to her room.

With "bang--" the door closed.

Ye Wan Xian woke up suddenly, her wings stiffened and dared to talk back to her. If she hadn't held her son in her arms, she would have rushed in and held her ears to scold her.

“It's amazing to be admitted to the third high school, dare to talk back to you!

Damn girl!" "Your aunt is right! You die girl is vengeful and petty, I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place!"

Ding Xian He put her hands behind her back, panting quietly against the door.

She applauded herself in her heart, and had to accept it for more than ten years. Suddenly, she felt very brave who had just talked back to her mother.

She felt that she was about to grow up.

Because it is said in the book that the sign of growing up is rebellion, and the sign of rebellion starts with confrontation.

Ding Xian looked sideways at herself in front of the full-length mirror. She was not tall, thin, and her dark hair was tied into a ponytail and hung on the back of her head. Her figure was flat, not pretty, but it was pleasing to the eye.

There is an extra bag on the smooth forehead.

Inexplicably, she felt that the little horn matched the expression at this moment very well, if only one more pair of fangs would be fine.

Thought of this.

She couldn't help baring her teeth, her fangs were shiny, and her expression was extremely vicious.

There was chaos outside the door, and Ding Xian rolled herself into the quilt, her small body shrunk into a ball like a shrimp roll. Outside the quilt were a pair of bony eyes, blinking and staring at the green leaves outside the window.

The younger brother was still crying in the living room.

What came intermittently was the complaint from the mother who gritted her teeth, "Little white-eyed wolf, he is really lawless when he is admitted to the third middle school. Don't cry, my little ancestor, my mother is going to cook." There was a noise from the door, and Father Ding came back from work. Ye Wan xian hugged her son to file a complaint.

Father Ding has always been taciturn in this home, and more often just sits and smokes, just like now, after listening to Ye Wan xian's "lawsuit", he just took out a double happiness from his pocket and silently handed it to his lips.

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