C24 Lesson of Little Nether
C24 Lesson of Little Nether
Aunt Qiong, who was good to her, had come back.
"Aiyo, little girl, are you not afraid of the pain or dirt? "Aunt Qiong's body stinks of sweat." Aunt Qiong felt rather embarrassed by Mu Qingqing's sudden hug. It had only been a little over a year since they last saw each other. Little Mu Qing was getting thinner and thinner. She was worried that Mu Qingqing didn't eat enough to grow any taller.
"Aunt Qiong, I missed you so much." Mu Qingqing sniffled excitedly.
"Be good and let go." Aunt Qiong didn't dare to push Mu Qingqing away because she saw the wound on her hand. Good heavens, a girl was not born in a place like their village. She was already a rich family's daughter, yet she was still treated like this. Aunt Qiong's heart ached.
"It's been a year and I haven't seen you grow any flesh at all. In the end, you're still a young miss, sigh …" Aunt Qiong didn't finish her sentence, but Mu Qingqing knew. She wanted to say, in the end, she's still a young miss. How can Su Cuiyun treat me like this!?
Mu Qingqing obediently let go and smiled at Aunt Qiong. The dimples on her cheeks were shallow, but they looked very sweet.
"Little girl, look at how obedient you are. Your mother really wants to kill you." Aunt Qiong gently grabbed Mu Qingqing's fingers and carefully didn't dare to touch her wound.
"It's fine, it doesn't hurt." Mu Qingqing smiled. Aunt Qiong cared a lot about her, so she wasn't willing to make her worry.
"Sigh …" "Aunt Qiong seemed to want to say something, but stopped and sighed deeply in the end." I'll get you some gauze to wrap it up. "
Mu Qingqing didn't stop him. She sat upright on the sofa and stared at Aunt Qiong's short and fat body as she rummaged through the drawer for gauze.
Time had passed, and she hadn't expected to see the real Aunt Qiong again. Moreover, Aunt Qiong's face had returned to it from more than ten years ago. It felt like she had returned to her youth.
"Qingqing, could you give me some anti-inflammatory medicine?" Aunt Qiong took out the capsule from the drawer. According to her method, she poured the powder from the capsule over the wound and covered it with gauze. This way, it would not become inflammable easily.
"Aunt Qiong, you're so nice." Mu Qingqing smiled knowingly. Aunt Qiong really cared about her.
"Where's my parents?" Mu Qingqing asked seriously.
"They went back to their hometown." Aunt Qiong didn't say much, as matters between adults shouldn't affect children.
Under the rare harmonious atmosphere, a voice that displeased Mu Qingqing came over.
"Sis, where's my medicine?!" Mu Xiaoyou ran out of the room and stood on the stairs. She put her hands on her hips and questioned Mu Qingqing loudly.
Mu Qingqing lifted her eyelids and asked plainly, "What medicine?"
"It's the medicine I usually take." Mu Xiaoyou replied angrily. How could Mu Qingqing not know what medicine it was!
"I don't know what kind of medicine you're taking. Why don't we wait until mom comes back?" Mu Qingqing frowned with a serious expression while snorting coldly in her heart. Wait for Su Cuiyun to come back? It would probably be in half a month.
"Second Miss, what medicine did you eat?" Aunt Qiong's hometown was in the south. When she spoke, she always had a country accent. At this moment, she looked at Mu Qingqing in surprise. This child's attitude seemed to be different from before. If it was in the past, if Mu Xiaoyou lacked any medicine, Mu Qingqing would definitely be the first one to get up and look for medicine. She was also the child that cared the most for her little sister. But now, Mu Qingqing was unusually calm. She calmly sat on the sofa and didn't seem to want to get up.
"Traditional Chinese medicine, Mom fed it to me in the afternoon." Mu Xiaoyou glared angrily at Mu Qingqing. She was waiting for Mu Qingqing to get up and boil some medicine for her. She watched TV in her room for most of the night, but she didn't see Mu Qingqing send down any medicine, so she took the initiative to go to Mu Qingqing's room. When she didn't see anyone, she went downstairs.
"Xiaoyou, where are you hurt?" Mu Qingqing calmly asked as she took a bite of the apple.
"Are you still my sister? Don't you see that I'm wrapped in such a big piece of gauze?!" She must be blind!
"Oh, I see. Is your brain broken? " Mu Qingqing asked with a faint smile.
Mu Xiaoyou's face instantly turned ashen. That's right, her brain was broken. But why did Mu Qingqing say that out of her mouth? It was as if she was scolding someone!
"You know you can't make me any medicine." Mu Xiaoyou rolled her eyes at her, furious.
"What can I make for you? My hand is injured." Mu Qingqing raised her right hand and waved at Mu Xiaoyou.
Aunt Qiong was about to stand up when she was stopped by Mu Qingqing's left hand. She looked at Mu Qingqing doubtfully, not really understanding what she meant.
"Your left hand is fine, why is your cooking medicine so delicate?" Mu Xiaoyou pursed her lips, folded her hands in front of her chest in dissatisfaction and slowly walked down the stairs.
It had to be said that with Su Cuiyun's personality, even her walking posture became more focused. Also, what qualifications does she have to call herself delicate?
"Second Miss, you can't say it like that, where's your medicine? "Aunt Qiong will cook it for you." Aunt Qiong thought Mu Qingqing was holding her hand to stop her from arguing with Mu Xiaoyou, so she said something soft, hoping the two sisters wouldn't argue.
"Xiaoyou, you've truly disappointed me!" Mu Qingqing angrily smashed the apple in her hand onto the ground, as if she had been greatly wronged.
Mu Xiaoyou and Aunt Qiong were both stunned. Mu Qingqing, who had a soft personality, had such a violent side to her?
"You're my little sister who was raised up under my care. I'll make medicine for you if you're injured, but I still need to make medicine for you if I'm injured?" Mu Qingqing's hands trembled slightly. Hearing Mu Xiaoyou's sarcastic remark, she felt as if her heart had been pierced by needles.
Having grown up together, Mu Xiaoyou lived like a little princess, but she, Mu Qingqing, had become a servant of Mu Family.
"If you don't want to fry, then don't want to fry. Why are you being so fierce?" "Nope," Mu Xiaoyou replied with a pained expression as she turned her head to look at Aunt Qiong. "You go and fry the medicine."
"It's already very late, Aunt Qiong also needs to rest. You really have to take medicine today. If you have the ability, then fry it yourself. "He's already twelve years old, and doesn't even know this little thing?" Mu Qingqing blocked Aunt Qiong's way to the kitchen. She had the bearing of a little adult.
She was also 14 years old, so it wasn't strange for her to have such an attitude. It was said that the children of poor families would be the ones in charge early on. However, Mu Qingqing was not the child of poor families, yet under Su Cuiyun's tutelage, she was able to understand the matter early on.
In her previous life, she had also imagined that if she could be like Mu Xiaoyou and get sick, she would be able to gain her father's and mother's care. However, the reality was, she could not allow herself to be ignorant. The matters of her family were already complicated enough, and if she were to add insult to injury, she would not be able to do it.
Mu Xiaoyou looked at her with her round eyes. "Sis, I'm sick!"
Twelve years old, arrogant and despotic. In his previous life, Mu Qingqing had chosen to tolerate and understand Mu Xiaoyou. After all, she was physically weak and was his sister. How could she bear to make her sister suffer!
"You just got knocked on the head. You have hands and feet. Why don't you learn to do these things yourself?" Mu Qingqing was too lazy to expose her. There were no wounds on her forehead. At most, she just knocked on a bag. Drinking Chinese medicine is also a body conditioning.
"I want to tell dad and mom that you bullied me!" Mu Xiaoyou's tears fell as she spoke. She was only twelve years old, but Mu Qingqing could only cry.
"Oh, Mom and Dad went back home. Did I bully you? I've been learning to do these things since I was nine. You are now twelve years old, and it is good to be so much later than me. " Mu Qingqing said indifferently with a smile still hanging on her face.
Of course, Mu Xiaoyou would not believe her words. She ran up to the third floor while sobbing and prepared to roll around in tears. Mu Qingqing was extremely annoyed by Mu Xiaoyou's crying, so she decided to just ignore her.
"Qingqing, it seems like you have changed." Aunt Qiong watched Mu Qingqing lecture Mu Xiaoyou the whole time. Although she did not fight, she did not put in much effort to teach Mu Xiaoyou a good lesson. Moreover, Mu Qingqing's demeanor was no different from an adult's.
"I've already been beaten to such a state. I don't know how to change anything, but I deserve to be bullied." Mu Qingqing lowered her head to look at half of the apple on the ground, but she still walked to the corner, picked up a broom and started cleaning.
Aunt Qiong felt that Mu Qingqing's words were correct. If she were to be beaten up by Su Cuiyun unilaterally, she would definitely beat up Mu Qingqing.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." Aunt Qiong immediately snatched the broom from Mu Qingqing's hand. Since Mu Family were paid to her, it wasn't to let her watch Eldest Miss work. Aunt Qiong understood very well.
Mu Qingqing didn't argue with him and just smiled.
Mu Xiaoyou ran downstairs again very quickly, but tactfully did not argue with Mu Qingqing. Instead, she went to the kitchen and found some medicine.
"Qingqing, look …" Aunt Qiong was in a difficult position, not sure if she should go and help Mu Xiaoyou.
After all, since Mu Anren and Su Cuiyun were not at home, Mu Qingqing was the eldest miss, the biggest in the family.
"Aunt Qiong, look at her." Mu Qingqing smiled indifferently. It seemed like Mu Xiaoyou was aware of the situation. She knew that there was no one else in the family to support her, so she was still very obedient.
Mu Qingqing yawned and went up to the second floor. Mu Anren bringing Su Cuiyun back to his hometown was beyond her expectations. However, this was actually a good thing. It meant that they could have a few days of peace and quiet at home.
After going upstairs, Mu Qingqing took a glance at the room beside her. It was the same room that Aunt Qiong used to sleep in. It had been so long, so it was natural for her to be covered in dust.
Mu Qingqing went to the toilet, brought a basin of water, and took a rag to the guest room to clean. In her heart, Aunt Qiong was already considered a close relative. In her previous life, she had always stayed at the Mu Family, and her personality was also good. She would always help her speak up, and sometimes she would even be implicated and scolded by Su Cuiyun. All of this had been captured in Mu Qingqing's heart.