Chapter 70 Uncle Long Legs (2)
Then she continued: "Once, I chased a little boy up a two-meter-high tree. There was a low wall next to it, so it was fairly easy for me to climb up. But when the boy saw me gaining on him, he pushed me in a panic, and I fell from the tree, breaking my right leg. Before that, my grandma always let me be free; she thought children should maintain their lively nature, that a little horseplay was perfectly normal. But that day, I really scared her. She heard me crying from afar, saw me lying on the ground and didn’t even pick up her favorite book that had fallen to the ground. She rushed to pick me up and ran to the clinic near our neighborhood. She was in such a hurry that she sprained her ankle. So just like that, our family suddenly had two injured members. My mom was furious, yelled at me, and almost hit me, but grandma stopped her. Not only did she not blame me, but she also blamed herself, thinking she hadn’t taken good care of me, which led to my injury. For the next few days, grandma was very upset. On the fourth night during dinner, she said she wanted to move to my aunt’s place. At that time, I was very nervous and scared that she would really leave. I was the first to raise my hand in opposition, hurriedly making a bunch of promises, saying I would behave and not be naughty anymore. When I saw that she wasn’t speaking, I started crying and carrying on, not even letting my mom get a word in. Seeing this, grandma changed her mind. From then on, it seemed to my parents like I had really become obedient. Even after my leg fully healed, I didn’t run around wildly anymore. Instead, I sat quietly at my desk, diligently learning to paint from grandma. At that time, only grandma and my sister understood my feelings. They both advised me not to suppress myself, saying it was okay to play and have fun as long as I didn’t get hurt. Initially, I was afraid that grandma would leave, and because I wasn’t very mobile, I didn’t dare to be mischievous. I stayed at home every day, listening to grandma tell stories and watching her write and paint. Though it didn’t seem particularly interesting to me at first, my lively nature gradually calmed down. Under grandma’s patient guidance, I learned to write calligraphy and developed a love for painting."
After saying that, Mi Jing glanced at Shen Lingxing, who was smiling at her, feeling a bit embarrassed, realizing she might have said too much.
"Should we pack up and head back?" she said, making a move to stand up, but Shen Lingxing held onto her shoulder, saying, "The story isn’t finished yet."
Uh!
Is he getting addicted to listening to this?
While Mi Jing was in a daze, Shen Lingxing turned to the dazed clerk at the counter and said, "Please bring us two cups of hot water."
"Oh, sure."
The clerk had been watching them and saw Shen Lingxing turning back around, so she responded quickly. In just two or three minutes, she brought over two cups of perfectly tempered hot water.