lovenovelstory Chapter 18 A Childhood Where Everything Could Be Baked
Chapter 18 A Childhood Where Everything Could Be Baked
The next day, early in the morning.
Chen Lang woke up very early.
He stared with his eyes open at the old tungsten filament lamp on the ceiling.
The sound of even breathing came from beside me. On one side was my mother, Liu Xiaoli, and on the other was Liu Qianmeizi, who had just changed her name.
Liu Xiaoli cried for a long time last night.
He could feel the arms that were holding him trembling slightly.
The crying didn't stop until late at night, turning into a weary sigh.
A family was thus shattered.
Chen Lang felt nothing.
For a guy with the soul of an adult, this kind of thing had happened far too often.
Not to mention, this was a fact he had known all along.
Although they haven't obtained a divorce certificate yet, the marriage is already dead in name only.
He felt sorry for Liu Xiaoli.
The woman who raised him was his only mother in this life.
In the news of my past life, it only said how deep the family background was and how good their conditions were.
But what he personally experienced was the hardship of a mother raising two children.
He was also a little worried about the little guy next to him.
Liu Qianmeizi was unusually quiet today.
Usually by this time, she would already be using her hands and feet to try and climb on him, starting her daily routine of bullying her younger brother.
They would pinch his cheeks, pull his ears, and even use their little fingers to dig into his ear canals and nostrils.
This made him wonder if this was the reason why her little fingertip was so small.
But today, she simply turned to the side, facing him without moving.
Chen Lang turned his head, and in the dim light coming in from the window, he could see that her eyes were open, and her long eyelashes would tremble slightly from time to time.
What is she thinking?
Chen Lang didn't know.
Can a three-year-old child understand such a complex concept as divorce?
Probably not.
But she must have been able to sense the sudden change in the atmosphere at home.
I could feel my mother's sadness throughout the night.
Not long after, Liu Xiaoli woke up.
She sat up gently, her movements carrying a lingering weariness.
She didn't smile and kiss the two children's cheeks as usual; she just watched them silently.
"Mother."
Liu Qianmeizi suddenly called out.
She scrambled to her feet, stepped over Chen Lang, and threw herself into Liu Xiaoli's arms.
The little girl buried her face in her mother's neck and didn't say another word.
Liu Xiaoli's body stiffened for a moment, then she reached out and gently patted her daughter's back.
"Be good, Sisi."
"Mom's here."
Chen Lang watched from the side and sighed inwardly.
See it.
This is a child's intuition.
She may not know what happened, but she sensed that her mother needed comforting.
Or rather, she needs to draw a sense of security from her mother.
Liu Xiaoli sat holding her daughter for a long time until the sky outside the window was completely bright.
"Mom's going to work."
She whispered, trying to pull the small pendant off her chest.
Liu Qianmei refused, and wrapped her arms even tighter.
"Sissi, be a good girl."
"Why don't you and your brother play at home, okay?"
Liu Qianmeizi remained silent and refused to let go.
Chen Lang couldn't stand it anymore.
He got up and went over to her, using his chubby little hands to pry Liu Qianmeizi's fingers apart.
"Wife, let's play."
Liu Qianmeizi finally showed some reaction.
She turned her head and glanced at Chen Lang.
But in those bright black eyes, there was no longer the usual dependence, only a stubborn silence.
Then she buried her head back down, tightening her grip on her arms even more.
Useless.
Grandma finally came in and saved the day.
"Oh my little darling, let go of Mommy! Mommy has to go to work to earn money to buy our Qianqian a flower dress."
As Grandma spoke, she coaxed and tricked Liu Qianmeizi off Liu Xiaoli.
Liu Xiaoli took the opportunity to put on her clothes, her face showing apology and helplessness.
She quickly kissed each of the two children on the forehead and hurried out the door.
The moment the door closed, Chen Lang suddenly had a bad feeling.
As soon as her mother disappeared, Liu Qianmeizi immediately changed her target.
She rushed over suddenly, grabbed Chen Lang by the neck, and pulled him tightly into her arms.
Chen Lang felt like he was about to be strangled in two.
"Wife...I...I can't breathe."
Liu Qianmei ignored him and continued to hold him tightly.
Chen Lang tried to struggle, but remained motionless.
He had no choice but to drag the human-shaped pendant and laboriously move it to the pile of toys in the room.
"...Barbie doll."
He picked up the gift An Shaokang had given him yesterday and waved it in front of her.
There was finally some reaction.
She released one hand to take the doll, while her other hand remained around Chen Lang's neck.
Although not completely liberated, at least we can catch our breath.
"Playing Superman?"
He then picked up his red cloak and eye patch.
This time there was no reaction at all.
Chen Lang gave up completely.
He could only let her hold him, silently sighing in his heart.
She's only three years old, and she's already so sensitive.
She neither cried nor made a fuss; she used this silence to express her unease.
No wonder she's a Virgo.
That reserved yet stubborn spirit is exactly the same.
Chen Lang inwardly groaned, feeling as if his neck was about to be snapped.
Fortunately, Grandma tidied up the house quickly.
"Let's go, Langya, Qianqian, Grandma will take you downstairs to play."
Liu Qianmeizi finally released Chen Lang's neck, but immediately grabbed his hand again.
Her little hands were clenched tightly, as if afraid he would run away.
The courtyard downstairs was still bustling with activity.
On a summer morning, before the adults have gone to work, the children are full of energy.
A group of teenagers were excitedly shouting around a makeshift fire made of bricks.
Chen Lang was pulled closer by Liu Qianmeizi.
The fire was not burning brightly, and it was emitting a plume of black smoke.
Several boys were intently searching for something under the old locust tree in the yard, holding long bamboo poles with nets tied to the tops.
"Gotcha! Gotcha!"
A boy shouted excitedly and carefully lowered the bamboo pole.
Inside the net, a black cicada was struggling in vain.
The boy skillfully pinched the cicada's wings, tore them off, and threw them directly into the fire.
A smell of burnt protein wafted out.
Chen Lang watched this scene without feeling anything.
This is what childhood was like for children in the early 1990s.
Simple, raw, and full of wild charm.
He had done similar things when he was a child in his previous life, such as roasting cicadas and grasshoppers, and they actually tasted pretty good.
That's why kids in the city are wilder than kids in the countryside.
Frogs, toads, dragonflies, and snakes.
The main selling point is that everything can be baked.
Liu Qianmeizi wrinkled her nose after just one glance and pulled Chen Lang aside.
She had absolutely no interest in these dark, strangely shaped insects.
Meow~
A soft, meowing sound attracted the attention of all the children in the yard.
A little girl named Niu Niu from next door, about five or six years old, came out carrying a small white cat.
It was a very beautiful lion cat with snow-white fur and one blue and one yellow eye, like two gems of different colors.