After being dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role, they became a group favorite

Regarding Xu Chacha's stay overnight, Xu's father and Xu's mother firmly refused at first, and it didn't help that she pretended to be pitiful.

One was because their family finally had the opportunity to travel for a few days, and the other was because they were afraid that Xu Chacha would cause trouble if he stayed here.

In the end, the old man said with a cane, "My old man will have no one to accompany me in the future, so just a few pistachios for the past few days will not do."

Xu Chacha immediately wanted to applaud from the sidelines: I am ashamed of your acting skills.

Because of the old man's superb acting skills, Xu Chacha stayed here. She made an agreement with her family to go back with them during the lantern festival, and in turn told them to have fun outside and not think about themselves.

"Your little elbow still likes to bend out after all." Xu's mother grabbed her nose, looking like she wanted to lecture but was reluctant, "I'm really mad at you."

"Don't be angry with mom." Xu Chacha cupped her face and said, "Chacha also wants to stay with mom every day, but I can't worry about my aunt."

"You're a little bit worried about others."

Xu Yanshu followed Xu's father and Xu's mother back to the hotel. On the way back to the room, he met an acquaintance in the elevator.

"Hey Old Xu, what a coincidence, you come here to play that too." The man was wearing fancy beach shorts, holding a tiny doll in his hand, and looked behind Xu's father, "Where's your little girl, I listen to you talking every day, let me see you too, and see how cute you are."

Father Xu's eyes were dull, "Little daughter? What little daughter."

His niece seems to have been raised and raised into someone else's family.

……

It rained for a while and seemed to show signs of stopping, but the weather forecast said that there would be thunderstorms in the evening, and it would not clear until noon the next day.

After the funeral, all the people dispersed, the old house suddenly lost a lot of popularity, and it seemed that the temperature dropped a lot.

The servants cleaned the room and left. The old man didn't like too many people in the house.

After dinner, Xu Chacha took the boxed milk that Wen Mubai bought for her at the convenience store, and sat on the sofa to watch TV with the old man.

He watched the Quyi channel, but the voice was not loud, but he sang along softly in his own mouth, familiar with the word for word.

Wen Mubai was washing up, and Xu Chacha who was sitting beside her was silent, sucking her milk quietly, and the milk in the straw was pouring into her mouth continuously. There was a "chi chi" sound, and the white line in the straw broke into several pieces.

She shook the box to make sure it was empty before standing up and throwing it in the trash.

On the way back, I passed the kitchen, and grabbed another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. After eating, I went back and found that the old man had changed the channel and started watching TV dramas.

Xu Chacha was quite surprised by his taste. He was watching the kind of Mary Sulei drama that could be edited into ghost clips by young people.

A white porcelain vase was placed on the low table and coffee table at some point, but a teacup was placed next to it.

Xu Chacha leaned over and sniffed, "Isn't this wine, grandpa, you still drink it at night."

"Hehehe, don't tell Aunt Mubai." He probably had already drunk half a glass, and the smell of alcohol was already on his face.

"Do you know the dangers of drinking alcohol at night? Do you know how many elderly people die of sudden myocardial infarction because of drinking and smoking? You know—"

"Okay, okay, stop reading." The old man didn't know that her children could talk better than the old woman, so he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Grandpa, just finish the cup and stop drinking, okay?"

"You've already drank a lot." Xu Chacha is not so easy to deceive.

"It's only been a few minutes since you left, and Grandpa just poured it." The old man coaxed and lied, "Grandpa is in a bad mood, and he is afraid of having nightmares at night, so let him drink some."

Xu Chacha sighed, secretly poured back a little of what was left in his cup, and then closed the lid of the wine bottle, "Then grandpa can only drink this, and can't pour any more."

Drinking white wine with a teacup, what kind of warrior is this, she admires him for the old man.

"Okay, grandpa will just listen to you little obedient one time."

……

The bathroom door was opened, and the water vapor spread with the gradually opened door, Wen Mubai, who was wearing basic shorts and pajamas, came out, the towel around his neck soaked up the water dripping from his hair.

She stepped on the absorbent mat with bare feet, her ankles looked thin and strong, and the ankle bone protruded slightly, probably because the floor was cold and her skin was red.

Covering her mouth and nose and sneezing, she raised her feet and put on her slippers, passed by the kitchen and poured herself a cup of hot water, and followed the voices of large and small conversations to the living room.

"Miao Miao raised her hand confidently in the morning reading, but when she stood up, she stumbled and cried. She was so thin-skinned that she cried out of anger, and complained to me that she was very smooth at home, but she couldn't do it in class. " Xu Chacha's tone was still familiar and light, hiding a little smile, "Then I'll coax her with a piece of chocolate."

"Our class monitor, Xiao Chacha, deserves a lot of chocolate." The old man also laughed and recalled the past, "This kind of thing happened to your aunt too. When I was young, I fell behind in the exams, and I was afraid of being scolded when I went home. He ran to our side by car and knocked on the door, crying and begging for shelter, not daring to go back and face his parents.”

"My aunt?" Xu Chacha raised her voice, obviously interested, "She still cries."

"Of course, she was much cuter when she was a child than she is now. She can act like a baby and is still a half-crying bag. I remember there is a photo album under the TV cabinet. Grandpa will show it to you."

Wen Mubai's heart skipped a beat, the shame of being lifted from the past pressed down from the sky cap, forcing her to quicken her pace to stop the person, but she was still a step slower.

The old man usually takes three steps and coughs when he walks up the stairs, but she is short but fast when he picks her up.

When Wen Mubai walked behind Xu Chacha with a water glass in hand, she happened to point to a photo, "Is this Auntie?"

"Don't look at it, there's nothing to see." Wen Mubai wanted to take the album away.

Xu Chacha didn't try to snatch it, but just waved empty hands, stared at her with her head up, and said with a small mouth, "Auntie is stingy."

"I'm all here, what photos are you looking at?" Wen Mubai closed the album hard-heartedly.

"It's not fair." Xu Chacha was furious, "When I grow up after that, Auntie knows what I was like when I was young, but I don't. She doesn't even show the photos, Auntie is stingy."

"What are you bullying the child for? Your grandmother and I took this photo for you. I'll show it to Chacha." The old man also got involved.

"..." Wen Mubai let out a long sigh, and handed over the photo album, his mouth still struggling for the last time, "There's really nothing to see, don't all children look the same."

"Then I want to see it too."

Holding the album in her hands, Xu Chacha turned her back and secretly smiled, but no one saw the flash of caution in her eyes.

Just listening to the old man's oral description just now, Xu Chacha still can't quite connect the three words Wen Mubai with "Little Crying Bag".

"Hahaha, Auntie is really a crying bag." She laughed loudly.

She can't be blamed for this, it's because the photos have had too much impact on her.

When Wen Mubai was a child, he looked almost the same as he does now, except that his eyes and face were rounder, and he didn't have the sharp-edged coolness he has now.

She really loves to laugh and cry a lot. Half of the ten photos are smiling, one third are crying, and the rest are taken up by snapshots and sleeping photos.

"Xu Chacha." Wen Mubai sat down next to her, his long hands went around her neck and pinched her fleshy face, the warning was self-evident, "You are very 'lively' today, Um?"

The word "um" she lowered her voice made Xu Chacha feel threatened, so she shrunk her shoulders, "I won't laugh anymore, okay... Puhahahahahahahaha!"

How could it be possible to bear it!

Little Wen Mubai, with two sky cannons pierced and a red dot on his forehead, smirked at the camera, trampling on her laughing point crazily.

At first Wen Mubai wanted to pretend to be serious to scare her off, but he was also led away by her "hahaha" after a while, and he parted his lips lightly to let out a few laughs.

"Is this Auntie's mother?" Xu Chacha looked at the woman holding Wen Mubai in the photo.

She has never met Mother Wen, nor has she searched for her information on the Internet. Just looking at the photos of this woman when she was young, she can indeed immediately match up with the free and unruly young lady covered in thorns in the book.

Xu Chacha imagined that a woman like Wen's mother would have the slender eyebrows and the slightly downward corners of the eyes in the photo, without losing the gentleness of Jiangnan women, but with a daunting magnificence.

"Yeah." Wen Mubai nodded, took a sip while holding the glass of water, looked away, and didn't turn his head back.

Her feelings for her mother are much more complicated than those for her father. She already knows how to deal with the latter, but she has no chance of trial and error for the former.

Wen Mubai seemed to tell herself with an all-encompassing mentality that she was a good mother, but whenever she thought this way, there was always a force of resistance pulling in her heart, neither light nor heavy, but always in her heart That little awkwardness.

And she was extremely bad at expressing her emotions, and that little awkwardness was stuck in her heart, and it slowly became a deadlock.

"Why is your face so ugly and your lips are turning white." The old man asked Wen Mubai, "Did you forget to close the window last night to catch a cold?"

Xu Chacha turned her head and leaned over to look at her, "Really, Auntie, you look so bad."

Wen Mubai's lips were originally pale in color, but now they seem to have faded, as white as paper.

"No, I've taken my temperature." She drank the hot water in the cup, and her dry throat felt much better.

It should just be busy during the day and forget to drink water, that's why it happened.

"You need to blow dry your hair after you wash it." Seeing her dripping hair, Xu Chacha recalled that it was not the first time she had done this. "I didn't catch a cold, but you made me catch a cold."

She stood up and wanted to find a hair dryer for Wen Mubai, but remembered that this was someone else's house, how could she know where the things were.

"Where is the hair dryer, Auntie?"

"The head of the bed in the room, I'll get it." Wen Mubai made a gesture to stand up.

Xu Chacha pressed her shoulders and pushed her back, "I'll get it, you sit obediently."

"Looking at the little one, he's quite good at managing people." The old man squinted at Xu Chacha's small figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs, stood up immediately, opened the wine bottle on the cabinet and poured it into the teacup with extraordinary agility. Put it back after finishing, the whole movement is smooth, even the crutches are no longer needed.

"You drink less." Wen Mubai knew his temperament, and his family's persuasion for most of his life could not change his bad habit, so they could only persuade him verbally, "I didn't eat anything today, and my stomach would burn at night after drinking it. "

"Who said I didn't eat it? That little girl stuffed nearly ten sweet-scented osmanthus cakes into my mouth all afternoon. I couldn't hold it anymore." The old man held the teacup, raised his little finger comfortably, and took a sip, "Ha... ah."

Wen Mubai shook his head and ignored him, bent his knees and stepped on the sofa, straightened his slender white arms under the wide short sleeves, pinched the remote control to change the channel.

After changing for a long time, there was nothing to see, and finally chose a variety show with lively voices and ignored it, and picked a book from the bookshelf to flip through it.

"Pa-ta-pa-ta" was the sound of Xu Chacha walking down the stairs in small steps.

The old man, who was drinking wine comfortably, was startled suddenly, shaking with fright.

Wen Mubai looked suspiciously at the appearance of him encountering a ghost, and in the next second he saw the old man pour the remaining half teacup of white wine into her water glass, while urging her, "Hurry up, help grandpa drink some."

Wen Mubai suspected that he was joking with himself: "What?"

"Hurry up, she's coming." The old man grabbed the cup and handed it to Wen Mubai, "If you have nothing to do, just drink this, it doesn't matter."

Wen Mubai took the water glass, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Xu Chacha had already gone downstairs.

Little Naibao noticed something wrong with the old man's expression sharp-eyed, and walked quickly with his waist in his arms, "Grandpa! Are you pouring wine behind my back again!"

The old man stood between Wen Mubai and Xu Chacha, and said haha, "No way, look at Grandpa's cups are all empty."

"Then why are you sneaking around." Xu Chacha pointed at him, then turned to Wen Mubai suspiciously, "Could it be..."

Facing Xu Chacha's squinted eyes, Wen Mubai didn't know why he felt guilty, and with a twitch of his head, he raised his head and drank the "water" in the cup in one gulp.

Her throat slipped, and the spicy and pungent alcohol on the tip of her tongue made her frown, it was so strong.

"Could it be what?" The old man changed the subject, "Didn't you want to dry your aunt's hair, and stop blowing your aunt's cold."

"right."

Xu Chacha unplugged the cord of the hair dryer she was carrying in her arms, and went to plug it into the socket.

"I'll do it myself." Wen Mubai reached out to take it, but Xu Chacha hid it.

"Auntie is too tired today, let me take care of you once." Xu Chacha walked behind her, "I won't save you from complaining that you always have to 'serve' me."

She was quite competitive with her words, but Wen Mubai just wanted to laugh, she lowered her head to cover it up, "Okay, then come on, let me know when you're tired."

The hair dryer was heavy, and she was afraid that Xu Chacha's hands would get sore.

"What's the matter, I'm a professional."

Xu Chacha pulled Wen Mubai's long hair back with both hands, inserted her fingertips into the roots of the hair to spread it out, and was about to blow it, but found that her exposed neck and ear roots were glowing pink.

She approached quietly, keenly smelling the faint smell of alcohol on Wen Mubai's body.

"Huh? Auntie, you..." Xu Chacha didn't finish her sentence, she wanted to save Wen Mubai some face.

Why did you, a "good student", also learn badly?Xu Chacha hated iron for being weak.

"What's wrong?" Wen Mubai obviously didn't realize it yet, his eyes were puzzled.

"It's okay, you can turn back." Xu Chacha pushed her face back.

Fortunately, Wen Mubai was not brought up by the old man, otherwise he might have become a little drunkard long ago.

She slandered while helping Wen Mubai to blow. Just now she said that she is a "professional" and she was not completely flattered. She used to hang out in various show venues and got very close with makeup artists and hair stylists. One of them taught her how to blow hair. Skill.

Blow the hair half dry with hot and humid wind, and then change to cold wind to blow the ends of the hair, so that it is not easy to damage the hair quality and blows quickly.

The sound of the hair dryer whirring against Wen Mubai's ears, coupled with the belatedness of the alcohol, she blinked and her eyelashes drooped, feeling a little drowsy, her consciousness was gradually leaving her body and drifting away to something she couldn't catch place to go.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy." The old man stood up with his back supported, "I should sleep too, don't let anyone disturb me tomorrow, I will sleep until noon."

Wen Mubai hummed, indicating that he knew.

Xu Chacha just finished blowing for her, put away the hair dryer, and turned off the TV. While she was doing these things, Wen Mubai sat there the whole time without responding.

She felt that something was wrong, walked over, and spread her five fingers in front of her eyes, "Hey, auntie?"

"Huh?" Wen Mubai's reaction was a bit slow, the eyelids that were parted were sleepy and confused, and the unfocused pupils coupled with the dazed expression were a little dazed and cute.

Xu Chacha snickered because of this novel discovery, and while she was not paying attention, took out her phone and "clicked" one.

But after taking a picture, I felt unsatisfactory, so I unlocked the phone again, and started to move the angle...

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka -" death continuous shooting method.

"Chacha, what are you doing." Wen Mubai shook his head, finally realizing his current situation.

She usually doesn't drink at all, but of course she can't stand the old man's high-strength alcohol after drinking it in one gulp.

"I didn't do anything." Xu Chacha had finished taking pictures, and put away her phone with a light-speed face change, and stepped forward to support her with a concerned face, "Auntie got drunk secretly, let me help you up."

Wen Mubai frowned, as if he was planning to speak, but after thinking for a while, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say before, and then became quiet again.

Xu Chacha told her that he was supporting her, but it didn't really count. Wen Mubai was still able to walk, but his reactions seemed slower than usual.

The old man slept on tatami mats. When he entered the room, there were already two quilts, one big and one small. The floral patterns on the quilts had an aesthetic atmosphere of the older generation.

"Sleepy." Wen Mubai muttered softly, raised his black eyes moist, even if the light was dim, Xu Chacha could still see his own face projected from her eyes.

The smell of alcohol had already stained her face, the skin around her eyes and the tip of her nose were red as if she had just cried, and her cheeks, which never turned red even after running, were also rarely pink.

"Sleep if you're sleepy, Auntie." Xu Chacha helped her take off her slippers and dragged them onto the older quilt.

Wen Mubai was pulled for a while but didn't move, shook his head and sat on the spot, "Hot."

"..."

Is this kidding?

Although Wen Mubai's tone was the same as usual at first glance, Xu Chacha firmly believed that he could hear a bit of coquettishness from her slightly prolonged ending.

So now that the status of parents has been swapped, it's her turn to serve Wen Mubai, right?

Xu Chacha put her hands on her knees, sighed out of her immature face, "All right, then I will serve you."

Wen Mubai probably didn't hear her mumbling, and now he took off his shirt, leaving only a close-fitting vest, and went to the window to enjoy the cool breeze.

It was still raining outside the house, how could Xu Chacha let her blow like this, he hurried over to close the window, dragged her arm and walked to the bed.

"Lie down first, Auntie, I'll get you some water."

Wen Mubai was quite obedient, he let her tug a few times and finally sat down on the quilt, but he was still not sober.

Fortunately, Xu Chacha had experience in taking care of drunks, so he wrapped the quilt around her, got up resignedly, and went to the kitchen to help her heat milk.

The more convenient and effective way to drink after drinking is to use milk, at least so that she won't have too much headache the next day.

Fortunately, there were still two boxes of milk that Wen Mubai bought for her left, Xu Chacha removed one box and poured it into a cup, put it in the microwave to heat it up, and then brought it out.

Because she didn't want to be found out that she had used the microwave secretly, she unplugged it after it was warmed up and put it back in the original place marked before.

The cup was still a little hot after the milk was warmed, so Xu Chacha took a new cup and poured it in before she dared to carry it upstairs.

When she returned to the room, she found that Wen Mubai, who was sitting just now, had already lay down, but he didn't seem to be asleep.

Wen Mubai was lying on his side, his long hair was as smooth as a waterfall, sliding down from his slender snowy neck to his thin shoulders, the normally cold woman raised the ends of her eyes, her skin was stained red by the smell of alcohol As if she had applied eyeshadow, it added a touch of charm to her.

She put her hand on her forehead, and her tone was lazier than usual, "Huh? Where did the little one come from?"

"..." Did she open the door in the wrong way just now?

Before Wen Mubai could speak, she held her lips again and spoke softly.

"It's so cute, come here and squeeze your face."

Xu Chacha was so frightened that she almost spilled the milk in her hand.