The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 904 Jealousy
Xie Zhifei still remembers the scene of his mother standing at the window ten years ago.

At that time, he couldn't see the expression on his mother's face through the screen window, but he vaguely felt that her mother was a little unhappy.

At this moment, Xie Zhifei was standing next to Zhao, and every expression on Zhao's face was under his nose.

Her eyes, which looked like crescent moons when she smiled, flashed a bit of resentful pain, and then quickly turned into calmness.

Xie Zhifei followed her gaze and looked at the person at the end of his sight - it was Huai You!
But Mrs. Zhao's voice was still gentle: "Huaizuo, don't bother your sister, come and help me get a needle."

"Oh!"

When Xiao Huaizuo saw that his mother didn't scold him, he was naturally happy to do anything.

As he stood up and was about to walk out, he suddenly thought of something. He picked up the calligraphy written by Huai You, rushed out the window, and showed it to Mrs. Zhao like a treasure.

"Mom, look at my sister's calligraphy. Is her handwriting good?"

Zhao Qingyun touched his son's forehead with his hand like peeling an onion, "When will you be as smart and well-behaved as your sister?"

"Mom, please read the words quickly!"

"Mom, you don't even need to look to know that your sister has grown up again."

Zhao Qingyun urged: "Quickly, return it to your sister."

Xiao Huai ran back to the study room, put the words on the table, and said silently to Huai You: "I'll just tell you, I can fool him."

With that said, he ran out again.

"Mom, who do you do sewing for?"

"I'll make a pair of shoes for you and your father."

"Why not sister?"

"My sister's shoes need to be embroidered. The flowers embroidered by my mother are not as beautiful as those embroidered by the embroiderers in the house."

Zhao Qingyun held his son's hand: "After a while, take off your shoes and socks. Mom will measure your feet to see if they are too big..."

Xie Zhifei did not follow.

He walked through the wall and entered the study.

In the study, Huaiyou sat down silently, flattened the page with his left hand, picked up the pen with his right hand, dipped some ink, and lowered his head to write.

Writing, writing, a tear fell.

After the first drop, there was the second drop... Soon, the words on the paper were blurred.

Xie Zhifei knelt down in front of her.

Eight-year-old Huaiyou has begun to grow taller, and the embryonic form of a beautiful woman can be seen on his childish face.

This face, in the eyes of eight-year-old Xiao Huai Zuo, is equivalent to a pig's head, but in the eyes of adult Xie Zhifei, it is very beautiful.

"Why doesn't Mom like me? Am I not her biological child?"

Xie Zhifei reached out to wipe her tears out of habit, but found that his hand could not touch her.

Smart people are also more sensitive than others.

Mom didn't like Huaiyou, and Huaiyou had always known it. The more times he did it, the more he became suspicious.

It's just suspicion.

Twins, people who came into this world one after another, how could it be possible that the son is biological but the daughter is not?
Xiao Huaiyou wiped his tears, balled up the piece of paper and threw it away, then took a piece of white paper and started writing the post.

She was so focused and devoted that her eyes filled with tears, and she wiped them away with her sleeves.

Because she had wiped her tears so many times, the skin that touched her cheeks turned red, and besides being aggrieved, she also showed a sense of resilience.

It seemed that after she finished writing this page, her mother would like her;

It seems that even though she knew her mother wouldn't like her, she still wanted to write the best she could.

Xie Zhifei didn't know what he felt in his heart at this moment, whether he was more distressed or more relieved.

This girl's temperament really looks like Shen Duruo!

……

After Huaizuo was called away by Zhao, he never came back.After Huaiyou finished writing the words, he began to read.

The book he was reading was "Book of the Later Han". The entire text was obscure and difficult to understand. Xie Zhifei had not finished reading it yet, but Huaiyou only had one page, and he read it with gusto even after flipping through it.

She didn't close the book until Huaizuo came to call for dinner.

When Xie Zhifei saw this, he suddenly understood something: dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and mice's sons can make holes.

It is said that none of the grandchildren of the Zheng family likes to read, and they all dance with guns and sticks.

Meals are brought from the front yard.

Knowing that today was the birthday of the twins, the meal was extraordinarily sumptuous, with eight dishes and one soup, as well as some mediocre melon and fruit snacks.

Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking.

At the end of a boring meal, when Huaizuo took the leftover bite from Huaiyou, Xie Zhifei saw Zhao's face change slightly.

Huai Zuo stuffed the leftover rice into his mouth, pulled Huai You's arm and stood up, his voice still in the food.

"Mom, I took my sister to eat. Sister, let's take an extra walk today."

"why?"

"Dad will definitely bring us delicious food when he comes back. Your little belly won't be able to hold it..."

"I'm not afraid, I have a brother!"

Zhao's face turned from red to white, and then from white to black.

Xie Zhifei squatted in front of Zhao and looked at her with an incredulous look.

why?

In the past, weren't you quite happy when I ate a bite of my sister's leftover meal?Why is it so dark now?

Mom, what are you thinking about?
Mrs. Zhao stood up, packed the food into the food box, and carried the food box outside the courtyard. After looking around for a few times, she closed the door.

In the late summer afternoon, all the cicadas fell asleep.

Mrs. Zhao's nap was very short, only the time for a cup of tea. She got up and combed her hair again, took back the clothes that were drying in the yard, and folded them one by one.

After folding, I went to my son’s room to deliver clothes.

Huai Zuo was lying on the bed with his back stretched out, half of his belly exposed.

Mrs. Zhao shook her head, took the thin quilt from behind her feet, and covered his belly. After covering her, she sat down by the bed.

She sat motionless, her eyes fixed, as if looking at some peerless treasure.

Time passes little by little.

Huai Zuo turned over on the bed, and then Zhao got up and walked out.

When she walked to the door, she turned her head and smiled. The smile slowly unfolded in front of Xie Zhifei's eyes, and her eyebrows curved down, really like a crescent moon.

Zhao didn't go into Huaiyou's room, so she put her clothes in the study.

Turning to leave, her eyes accidentally glanced at the piece of paper on the table. She was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes showed surprise.

Xie Zhifei didn't have to look down to know that this was a good deal that even his father couldn't help but praise for a long time.

However, as she flashed with surprise, her eyebrows, which were originally like crescent moons, suddenly became sharp, and her pupils were even colder.

My mother is literate and one of the most talented women in the world.

My mother's handwriting is very good. She said that she has practiced it since she was a child. Xie Zhifei has also seen it, but compared with Huaiyou's handwriting, it is still far behind.

Are you jealous?
At this time, Mrs. Zhao's eyes slowly moved to the "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", and she flipped through it casually with her peeling fingers. The expression on her face suddenly became ferocious, like a ghost.

A chill rose from the bottom of Xie Zhifei's heart.

This was a Zhao he had never seen before. Not only had he never seen it, he couldn't even imagine it.

He clearly realized.

This is jealousy!
(End of this chapter)