Their palm lines were a little destined. However, Ju Nian ignored the arrested broken lines that appeared near the Golden Star Hill at that time.

My aunt's home is actually at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the Martyrs' Cemetery. At the beginning of Ju Nian, he met Wu Yu, and he asked her to circle the eldest brother and go to the opposite side. After this lost misunderstanding, Ju Nian firmly remembered the way back to her aunt's house.

Someone asked her: "Where do you live?"

Ju Nian said: "I live under the martyr's tomb."

When the aunt heard this, she kept saying "Phone's words are not quarrels, but children's words are not quarrels. You kid are talking nonsense, and the dead ghost lives under the tomb of the martyrs!"

To be fair, my aunt and uncle are not bad at ju Nian. They took in this unpopular child, and there are not many things that should be given to her in life.

My aunt is a fat woman. People say that her niece looks like an aunt, but Ju Nian looks like her at all. Ju Nian has small faces except eyes, but her aunt's facial features are more than one size bigger than her. Ju Nian thinks that when she gets old, maybe one day she will become like her aunt.

My uncle is a very thin man. He stands beside his aunt, not as tall or size as his wife. Fat people look kind, while thin people are the opposite. My uncle gives people a very gloomy feeling, with deep and severe nasolabial folds on his face, and he almost won't smile. The relationship between Ji Nian and his uncle is a layer, and he was not close in the past. After living together, he is also very afraid of him. However, although my uncle cannot be close, he will not make things difficult for a little girl. Most of the time, he cannot see Ji Nian in his eyes, and he does not blame or care. When he has to speak, his tone is also cold.

What Ju Nian remembered most clearly was what his uncle said to him, that when she first arrived at their house, her aunt took her to see her room. The room was clean and Ji Nian didn't expect a warm paradise. However, when she opened the wardrobe and was about to put her clothes in, she found that the wardrobe was filled with little boy's clothes.

She was confused at first, and suddenly remembered, were these all passed by the dead little cousin?

Ju Nian had never seen that poor cousin. A year before her birth, something happened to her cousin, but she had heard of the miserable situation from the adults. The wheels ran over the small body, blood, flesh and bones, and could not tell the difference. Thinking of this, in the midsummer season, Xiao Ju Nian had a cold war.

When she looked at the room carefully, there were photos of her cousin from one to three years old on the table, with her cousin's toys in the chest of drawers, and the old little man's book on the stool at the head of the bed. This was where her cousin lived, and it still maintained his appearance during his lifetime. My aunt cleaned it every day, but everything was preserved.

Ju Nian quickly went to smell the sheets on the bed. Fortunately, although it was not new, it had the smell of washing powder and the fresh smell of sunshine. This small quilt was also what my cousin had slept in the past? Perhaps she was suspicious. She turned over the other side of the quilt and saw a small blurry stain, which made her involuntarily think of blood and shudder.

At this time, my uncle pushed the door and walked in, and said expressionlessly: "You live here. Don't move anything in the room. Remember?"

Ju Nian sat on the edge of the bed in panic.

"I know." She replied in a low voice.

In such a family, my aunt is the only person that Ju Nian can rely on. After all, they are blood-born and are both women. In the first days, my aunt was enthusiastic about Ju Nian. That time she got lost, and my aunt almost burst into tears, which was sincere. My aunt's concern for her was once very flattered, and she didn't know how to take it well.

However, just like the host is always enthusiastic when the guest comes, but after staying for a long time, it becomes a heart disease. After the enthusiasm lasts for a long time, who wouldn’t feel tired? There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time. After living together for about a month, my aunt has become accustomed to the existence of Ju Nian, just like a new chair at home. She has just bought it and sat on it every day. A month has passed, and it is no different from other chairs.

Like my uncle, my aunt has many things to be busy with for the sake of making a living. They are also the most ordinary people. Life is not easy. Isn’t it impossible to be hardworking, frugal and kind? Ju Nian learned to cook from her aunt. She prepared dinner first when she came home from school every day, otherwise she would be unhappy when her aunt came back and saw the cold stove. These Ju Nian could handle them. The things she made were not delicious and could always be swallowed. The two adults were not people who were particular about diet, so they could just fill their stomachs and didn’t need to be meticulous.

The days were like the calendar on the windowsill, and they were torn off yesterday. I heard that my younger brother was finally born in a countryside. My parents got what they wanted. Ju Nian didn’t have the chance to check it out yet. I don’t know how my mother is now. My father has been here a few times and gave my aunt living expenses. He left a few kilograms of apples each time, and then left. The adults are busy, and my aunt doesn’t care about Ju Nian. As for the things I say every day, Ju Nian is too quiet and peaceful, not troubled or acts coquettish, and is a child with a low presence. My aunt and uncle don’t ask about her study much, nor can she tutor her. As for what the children are thinking, it doesn’t matter. The few words I say every day are nothing more than daily life.

"Have you eaten?"

"Is the meal ready?"

"Go to sleep."

This is also good. My aunt and uncle are not at home, so Ju Nian may be easier. My aunt nagged, and my uncle's face was always ugly. They always quarrel when they got together. The next day, they pushed the fruit cart out one after another, as if the previous quarrel did not exist.

The only thing that bothered Ju Nian was his aunt's loud voice. The aunt liked to lead Ju Nian in front of neighbors, repeating over and over again why the child's parents didn't care about her, how could she help her brother a big favor? How difficult it is to raise a child? The implication is that the couple are so kind. The neighbors all said: "Old Liu, you are such a good person. This child has been blessed with you." The aunt was willing to end with satisfaction.

The aunts living nearby always like to ask: "Ji Nian, will you repay your aunt when you grow up?"

Forced by "public opinion", Ju Niande replied again and again: "Yes, I will repay my aunt and uncle when I grow up."

She was grateful to her aunt's family, but she was embarrassed by this.

The living expenses my father gave were all with my aunt, and Ju Nian didn't have a penny. When she grew up, her clothes soon became out of shape. Whenever she pulled the corner of her clothes, she had no choice but to tell her that her aunt would buy her new clothes. But after she bought the clothes, her aunt would repeat and say to everyone: "I don't know how much money this child has spent. But I can't make her suffer either. She always has to wear clothes. Who told me that I only have one younger brother?"

My aunt's mouth is a naturally formed loudspeaker. It has a large volume and rich content. Everything can become her topic of conversation.

"Our family is a juicy year. When we were young, we couldn't keep up with our nutrition. We were about to graduate from elementary school and looked like we were seven or eight years old. Other people's girls are here at this age, and our family has not yet developed."

"At a young age, I already knew how to spend money. This child has no worries about food and clothing. That day, he asked me for pocket money, as if her father gave me how many benefits."

"You will know that you can read books and you won't know anything else. Girls' families will learn those messy miscellaneous books sooner or later."

When talking about this, my aunt is not really tired of Ju Nian. She has done good things, so she needs to tell everyone that some of the children's minor problems that are irrelevant will make the conversations between neighbors richer. Of course, these do not harm the fact that she raised Ju Nian, nor does it harm the fact that she is a good person.

Ju Nian is thinking about her aunt's good fortune, but she also hates her aunt. At this point, she is not a good child. She thought that when she grows up, she will repay her aunt and give her a lot of money, but she must be far away from her aunt!

Wu Yu, Ju Nian would rather call him a little monk, but she didn't call him once. Her aunt and uncle didn't like Wu Yu, so Ju Nian could only keep a distance from him.

Wu Yu went to school late. Although he was one year older than Ju Nian, he was in the same class at school. He was active in the same classroom every day. Ju Nian and Wu Yu can be said to be the silent children in the class. However, Ju Nian's silence brought the girl's Wen Xiu, but Wu Yu's silence was to do his own things and be unique. His uniqueness was not arrogant or tyrannical, just like the son of a murderer in people's imagination, but to do what he wanted to do quietly.

For example, his strange bald head, for example, he insists on sitting in the last row of the classroom, for example, he will look at the ant nest alone for a long time, for example, after school, he always takes a small road home alone.

There are some friends in Ju Nian who are not very friendly, but they don’t look like an alien. However, she has no other companions on the way home. For three years, from the third grade of elementary school to the graduation of elementary school, she always walks alone towards her aunt’s house with her schoolbag on her back. Wu Yu staggers around in front or in the back.

They hardly say hello, and rarely take the initiative to surpass each other. Sometimes Ju Nian also walks on the path and sees Wu Yu sitting in the haystack swaying his dog-tail grass, or digging out the rat nests underground, and she walks over to see. The two strange children, maybe standing in one direction, or squatting together, for something they are also interested in, but they are not good friends who grew up together, and even talking is rare.

Once or twice, Ju Nian walked around with her unzipped schoolbag, and she didn't notice the homework book inside. Wu Yu picked it up and stuffed it into her arms when she passed by her. Sometimes, Ju Nian was late when she left the house. On the way to school, she found Wu Yu was still teasing the birds on the tree slowly, so she would pull his schoolbag and shout: "I'm late, run quickly."

Because my aunt and uncle were doing business, they got up very early, and Ju Nian couldn't sleep late and got up before dawn. So she developed the habit of running in the morning. In the morning, she ran along the sugarcane field, passed the bamboo forest path, arrived at the steps of the martyrs' tomb, and then returned the same way. Wu Yu actually ran, and their departure time gradually became the same, but Ju Nian always ran in front of Wu Yu. She didn't look back, but the familiar footsteps always followed her.

I don’t know where my aunt heard the rumor. Once, she asked Ju Nian: “I heard from others that you are playing with Wu Yu? You still run together in the morning? You have to be careful.”

Ju Nian replied without blushing, her heart was not beating: "No, there is only one way to run in the morning. We haven't said much."
Chapter completed!