Wen found that Wendy's life had a strange characteristic: no matter how enviable the beginning of her life seemed, the process was always mixed, and the ending was a mess.

All the joys in her life seem to be paving the way for the worries that followed.

The worst thing is that it is sweet first and then bitter.

It's so miserable that Wen couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

But to be fair, Wendy is not without problems. According to Wen's idea, it is obvious that just by speaking well, most of the conflicts can be resolved, but Wendy, like her family, is a person who can't speak out in her heart.

Why can’t you speak well? Is it so difficult for these people to expose your heart?

After her father left, Little Wendy's mood obviously became worse. She returned to her room and sat at the desk and stared at the bookshelf in a daze.

Wen swept Wendy's bookshelf and was pleased to find that in addition to some literacy pictures that children must read, there are also many picture books with warm and bright fonts. Of course, there are also some books that are too profound for a little girl of Wendy's age, but overall, it is still in line with Wen's imagination of the bookshelf that a "smart child" should have.

Little Wendy was sad and cheered up soon after.

She spread out a glossary, took out another notebook, and started studying seriously.

Wendy is so awesome. She started reading this kind of book and literacy at such a young age... and even took a pen to take notes. Wen felt ashamed of himself.

It's just that she takes notes too fast.

Why do you fill up half of your notebook in the blink of an eye?

Before Wen could react to what was going on, he saw Wendy close her notebook, jump out of the chair, turn around and trot out of the room.

Her clothes were also changed, Wen gradually thought about it. It seemed that time had passed, and she said, no matter how smart a child was, he could not finish this notebook in the blink of an eye. This had nothing to do with IQ. The writing speed was so fast that he had to have some super powers such as super speed.

Little Wendy ran to the hall, Wen followed her, Alfred stood in the hall to wipe the dust from the ornaments, and when he saw Wendy, he said kindly: "What's wrong, Miss Wendy?"

"Dad hasn't come back yet?" she asked, maybe she was running too fast and she was a little panting when she spoke.

The butler was silent for a moment.

Little Wendy got the answer from this silence. She lowered her eyes in disappointment and whispered: "But my father promised me to come back early today... I memorized the entire vocabulary today. He promised me to wait for me to finish memorizing..."

"I'm sorry that the master did not fulfill his promise, Miss Wendy." said the housekeeper. He was very kind, but the standard English accent always had a sense of restraint and avoidance. "But adults always have things to do. He will definitely come back tonight, but it may be a little late."

Little Wendy tightened her lips and didn't speak.

"Miss Wendy." The housekeeper sighed, "Do you want to try dessert? Today there is a chocolate cake you like."

Little Wendy's eyes lit up and hesitated, "But...didn't you say that eating dessert at night is not good for your teeth?"

"It doesn't matter once or twice, Miss Wendy, as long as you brush your teeth carefully every day." The butler said softly, "You brush your teeth every day, right?"

"Yes!" Little Wendy said happily, "I want to have chocolate cake!"

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away." said the housekeeper, "Today's cake embryo is a fruit sandwich."

“What kind of fruit is it?”

"Why not give yourself a surprise, Miss Wendy?"

Wen shook his head while watching.

As expected, I am still a child, and my temper will disappear after a while. I can be happy with a cake.

In fact, you can't say anything wrong with coaxing a child in this way, but you can't keep coaxing her. Wendy is not stupid, and sooner or later she will understand that everyone is just coaxing her.

But the little girl now obviously couldn't think of too much.

She sat at the dining table, lay on her arm with anticipation, humming untuned music in a low voice...

She was even happier when she was eating the cake. Little Wendy was not round, but her cheeks were bulging when she ate the cake, and her eyes were eager to stare at the part of the plate that had not yet been put into the mouth. After eating it all, she reluctantly held the fork in her mouth, and was stopped by the butler.

"Don't lick the fork after eating, Miss Wendy." said the housekeeper, "It's not good to look like this."

...You care so much, and think unhappyly, it is really bad to look bad, but why not be tolerant of children?

Wendy is already very well-behaved, and no matter how well she is, it is contrary to the nature of a child.

But Wendy had already spitted out the fork obediently and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Alfred."

"It's okay." The housekeeper took away the empty plate and sent Little Wendy back to his room.

He said without a doubt: "It's time to go to bed, Miss Wendy."

"But dad is not back yet," Wendy said. "When will he be back?"

"I think the master needs some time to deal with his own affairs." The housekeeper said helplessly, "Go to sleep, Miss Wendy."

"Dad forgot what he promised me?"

"...No, Miss Wendy," said the housekeeper in a sure tone, "The master will never forget what he promised you, but - Miss Wendy, you will know when you grow up. There will always be some responsibilities that adults must bear. At least he thinks so himself."

"Okay." Little Wendy nodded.

She stretched out her hand, and the butler immediately squatted down in front of her and gently held her fingertips.

"Miss Wendy?"

Little Wendy leaned over and kissed the butler in the face.

"Thanks Alfred for comforting me," she said with a smile, "Good night."

"...This is what I should do. Good night, Miss Wendy," said the housekeeper.

He stood up and watched Wendy push the door open. Wen quickly followed Wendy into the bedroom. When he closed the door, Wen glanced outside the door. The housekeeper stood alone in the open corridor until Little Wendy closed the door and did not leave.

Awesome.

How did this cause? They all love Wendy very much, but they just made the matter so much that she wanted to scold people.

However, Wendy finally did not get home well. She lay on the bed, turned off the light but did not sleep. Instead, she turned on the flashlight and held the vocabulary book she said she had finished memorizing, and read it with all her concentration through the light of the flashlight.

Her bed was big, and the bed was covered with cute mutton toys.

Little Wendy flipped through the book for a while and pulled a little owl from the side and hugged it in her arms.

She used a flashlight to illuminate the clocks on the wall.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wen has never slept earlier than this point, but children need to have enough sleep to grow taller... Isn't Wendy very tall because she stayed up late when she was a child?

Little Wendy was obviously so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and her head was bit by bit, so she could only keep shaking her head to wake herself up.

"Stop waiting." Wen said helplessly, "For adults, this is the time when nightlife begins."

She knew that Wendy couldn't hear her voice, but she really couldn't stop talking. Unexpectedly, Wendy raised her head and looked around as if she felt something: "Who?"

Wen: "…can you hear me?"

Little Wendy nervously shrank into the quilt and shone the bedroom with a flashlight: "Is anyone there?"

Her voice was trembling, obviously scared, Wen tried to answer again: "Can you hear me?"

Wendy Little did not hear it.

Her tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she hugged the doll in her arms tightly again. The vocabulary book was placed by her pillow, and the flashlight was hidden in the box deep in the drawer, buried deeply by a pile of glittering things.

temperature:"……"

If she read it correctly, the things in that drawer seemed to be a pile of... deliberately made into the exaggerated style of jewelry that children would like?

When girls were young, they might be obsessed with shiny gadgets, such as headdresses and fake earrings inlaid with fake diamonds, or sometimes they were just strange, reflective garbage.

It seems that Wendy was not very different from ordinary girls when she was a child, and she was also interested in this kind of thing.

The family is so rich that her messy treasure chest is also very hard-core.

This is a drawer of money!

It’s really rich to burn this kind of thing for such a young girl.

Wen shook his head and thought to himself that your family is rich and raising children is not a bad thing, but can't you satisfy your daughter's material requirements while meeting your spiritual requirements?

A room that Little Wendy slept alone in it looked gorgeous and empty.

Wendy no longer waited in vain. She closed her eyes and buried her cheeks in the pile of dolls. Wen thought Wendy was asleep at first, but gradually, she found Wendy's shoulders twitching gently.

Wen: "...Are you crying?"

She sat slowly to the edge of the bed and gently placed her hand on Wendy's back. She couldn't see Wendy's face, and she didn't know if she had made a mistake in her judgment.

It took Wendy's shoulders to slowly calm down after a while.

After a while, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

The lights in the corridor illuminated a crack in the big bed, and tall figures cast in this line of light. He was standing at the door, as if afraid of disturbing something.

After a while, he entered the room through the gap and stopped beside Wendy's bed.

Wendy's father looked gloomy and silent.

For some reason, his appearance even made Wen a little scared. She couldn't help but move to the other side, giving up her seat to Wendy's father, and guessing in her heart what he would do next.

Wendy's father gently turned Wendy over and let her lie face up.

He bent down and touched Little Wendy's cheek, but his movements were abruptly.

He raised his hand and looked at his fingers.
To be continued...