Chapter 1

She silently applauded herself, having endured for over ten years, and suddenly felt that the moment she had just argued back with her mother was particularly brave

Intermittently, the sound of my mother's gritted teeth accusations came through, "Little white-eyed wolf, once you get into the Third Middle School, you really think you can do whatever you want. Little ancestor, stop crying, Mommy is going to cook now"

In the worlds of Ding Xian and Song Yijin, they have already become adults

However, Mrs. Zhou is indeed amiable and approachable. She decided to temporarily put away her fangs and replace them with a gentle smile: "Aunt Zhou, hello, I often hear my mother mention you."

In the midst of the conversation, he did not forget to cast a glance at Bai Dingxian.

Thinking of this

Ding Xian lowered his head, tightly staring at his own toes, seemingly feeling ashamed of his audacious request.

What will Ye Wanxian's reaction be

One of the signs of adolescence: lying without batting an eye

Ding Xian suppressed his voice and shouted, fearing that it would provoke his mother's scolding

If it were usual, Ding Xian would have already bowed his head and admitted his mistake

In June 2003, the Ding family had two major celebrations

Ye Wanxian hurriedly entered while wiping her hands, and with a quick glance, she roughly understood what had happened. With a pained expression, she embraced her son and said: "Little ancestor, did your sister provoke you again?"

Ding Juncong made a funny face at her, saying, "No way, just a little bit!"

Ye Wanxian was like a balloon that had suddenly burst, instantly raising her voice, "What do you mean?! Are you blaming me for pampering my son? It was your family that pressured me to have a son in the first place. If it weren't for your family's outdated notions, I wouldn't have been so determined to give you a son! And now you turn around and blame me!"

Two half-grown children, at the dining table, imitating the compliments of the adult world, left Mrs. Zhou and Mother Ding both laughing and amused

She feels that she is about to grow up

Do not stand here getting in the way; if you are not going to help, go back to your room and read a book

"That's right." After saying this, Ye Wanxian pulled Ding Xian and pretended, "Xianxian, this is Aunt Zhou whom I often mention to you."

"Alright." Jiang Chen had just won two rounds and was in high spirits, "Just wait, I will drag him down for you."

The eight-year-old culprit sat back in the toy car, clapping her hands and pointing at her forehead while laughing heartily

"Your aunt is not wrong! You stubborn girl, holding grudges and being petty, I should never have given birth to you!"

Song Yijin retracted her hand and praised her: "You are truly thin"

Since childhood, this younger brother has learned the art of Ye Wanxian's tantrums and pitiful acts, crying in a way that truly seems convincing, ultimately bringing Ding's mother, who was outside washing mops, inside.

Song Yijin: "Jiang Cheng and the others are still playing games. I'm hungry, so I came down first. Si Yue is still sleeping and can't be woken up. Why is he always so tired every day..."

If cameras had been popularized at that time, perhaps her room would have been filled with needles long ago. Ding Xian could not help but be grateful for that backward era, which preserved the last bastion of her privacy

The upstairs suddenly fell silent for three seconds

Adults always treat them as children because they are unwilling to accept that they have grown old

Ye Wanxian, unable to obtain what she sought, feigned surprise and said, "Isn't that too much trouble for you?"

Ding Xian touched his forehead, where a small bump was protruding at the center of his brow, resembling a small horn.

She must be the most beautiful girl Ding Xian has ever seen

A bump has appeared on the smooth forehead

Ding Xian sat in front of the crooked tree for an entire summer vacation, and then thought of something: to apply for on-campus accommodation

Ye Wanxian, unable to contain her anger, pushed him and said: "Why don't you say something! Your daughter is becoming increasingly difficult to manage!"

However, at the moment he saw that young master, Ding Xian suddenly had a fleeting thought of wanting to reach a united front with his mother

She harbored a nameless anger within her heart, yet could only manage to utter these two words.

Good

She also extended her hand, displaying what she considered a generous smile, and with a slight smile said: "Hello, my name is Ding Xian"

Ding Mu affirmed: "Children nowadays are all precocious"

The sound of my younger brother crying combined with the heated argument of the two adults

Jiang Chen was relentless and unyielding

Ding Xian turned his head to look at himself in the dressing mirror. He was not tall, thin, with jet-black hair tied in a ponytail at the back of his head. His figure was flat, not exactly beautiful, but still somewhat pleasing to the eye

The next day, yesterday's farce had become a fleeting memory

The shadows of the crooked trees gradually blurred, and in this noisy environment, Ding Xian was suddenly overwhelmed by drowsiness; she had long been accustomed to this, as it was the norm at home

Uncle Zhou can be considered a distinguished figure among those in their forties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and possessing a refined and courteous appearance. Mrs. Zhou is the most beautiful middle-aged woman that Ding Xian has ever seen, and using the term "young girl" to describe her is not at all inappropriate, as her age is completely indiscernible.

Madam Zhou smiled and said, "What’s the trouble? It’s just a matter of a few more pairs of chopsticks. They are all classmates from the Suyue No. 3 School, and it’s just right for Xianxian to get familiar with them."

The little demon king, seeing that someone was backing him up, then pulled his mother and tearfully recounted everything that had happened.

Ye Wanxian took the Ding siblings to visit the Zhou family at the end of East Alley

Ye Wanxian pushed her again, "Hurry up!"

Open the door! Open the door!

After ten minutes, the person still had not come down, and Mrs. Zhou became anxious: "Yijin, why haven't they come down yet?"

Before Ding Xian could turn around, the little demon behind her had already driven the newly purchased toy car to her side, the wheels maliciously rolling over Ding Xian's toes. Ding Xian was also enraged, the little devil within her stirring restlessly, and she directly kicked the little demon's car with one foot

First, Ding Xian was admitted to Yansan Middle School, a national key school. Second, Ding's father was assigned to work at the Planning Bureau of Yanqu District, and the unit allocated him a welfare apartment in Yansan Hutong. Although he pays a considerable monthly mortgage, it facilitates Ding's mother in supervising his studies

Madam Zhou smiled and said, "Alright, let the two children learn how adults speak."

Yansan Hutong has a history of over a hundred years, divided into two alleys: the East Alley and the West Alley. The East Alley is home to families of notable status, while the West Alley was later developed by the government into welfare housing, allocated to clerks within various organizations, primarily consisting of employees. Of course, Ding Xian's mother, Ye Wanxian, is no pushover; discerning people's worth is her forte.

However, today Ding Xian was particularly stubborn, his face flushed crimson, firmly clenching his jaw and refusing to admit his mistake, while defiantly saying: "He was the one who bumped into me first!"

With a "bang—" the door was closed

Despite what the elders said, Song Yijin and Ding Xian exchanged a knowing smile, for this is the secret of growth

The girl has a round face, fair and tender, very beautiful, sitting on a dining chair and reaching out her hand across half a table in a friendly manner, "Sister, hello, my name is Song Yijin"

Ding Xian stood on one foot on a low table to examine his injury when suddenly someone struck him from behind. His center of gravity lost balance, and he fell straight towards the solid wood sofa, hitting his forehead right on the corner, immediately swelling into a large, round bump.

Jiang Chen, are you looking for death?!

Ding Xian stood with both hands clasped behind his back, pressed against the doorframe, breathing quietly.

The sound of the front door echoed as Ding's father returned home from work, and Ye Wanxian stepped forward, holding her son, to report the situation.

Madam Zhou said: "This is your brother Siyue's friend, named Ding Xian"

The younger brother's cries grew louder, and Ding Xian hid under the blanket, secretly gritting his teeth

Ye Wanxian took the mop outside to wash it, not looking back as she added, "Don't hinder your brother from playing with his toys"

The book states that a sign of growing up is rebellion, and the hallmark of rebellion begins with defiance

Ding Juncong's assertiveness completely infuriated her. Ding Xian stood up and directly kicked the toy car to pieces, sending the little demon king tumbling to the ground along with the car

Before leaving, Ye Wanxian repeatedly reminded that Uncle Zhou is an important person who has contributed significantly to her father's job transfer, and that she should say more pleasant things at the dinner table

In Ding Xian's eyes, that was not supervision, but surveillance

Ye Wanxian felt heartbroken for her son, holding Ding Juncong tightly to comfort him, while soothing him and simultaneously striking Ding Xian hard with her hand, saying, "It is the sister's fault, it is the sister's fault, little ancestor, please stop crying!"

The voices of several people ceased, and a clear male voice came through: "Here."

Just as she was speaking, the door to the guest room upstairs suddenly opened, and several voices could be heard. Song Yijin exclaimed, "Jiang Chen and the others are coming down."

To Ding Xian's ears, it inexplicably carried a hint of drowsy languor and sensuality as if it had just awakened from sleep

Ding Xian felt that, in his mother's eyes

"What is the purpose of living on campus? Living on campus requires an additional payment of 200 yuan. Do you think money is easy to earn?" Ye Wanxian said while mopping the floor, bending over.

First, there was the sound of slippers shuffling from afar, gradually approaching. Then, with a loud "bang," the door was opened, followed immediately by an extremely irritable and impatient voice:

"You managed to get into San Zhong, how impressive! You dare to talk back to me! You little brat!"

It is a complete mess outside

Ye Wanxian was stunned, staring blankly as Ding Xian rushed back to her room

What kind of extraordinary species can the Zhou couple, with their astonishing genes, possibly produce

He got up, sat on the ground covering his eyes and cried out loud. While crying, he also peeked to see if his mother had come in. Oh, she hadn't come in, so he cried even more mournfully, "Wuwuwu... My sister hit me! My sister hit me!"

To be honest, she is quite curious about that young master

The nanny has prepared the meal, and Mrs. Zhou, along with Ding Xian and her son, has already taken their seats at the dining table

Apologies

Ding Juncong

Madam Zhou patted her head: "Good girl."

Suddenly, a loud roar was heard: "Yes, I am the ungrateful wolf."

Ye Wanxian suddenly woke up, her wings had hardened and dared to retort against her. If she were not holding her son in her arms, she would have rushed in and given her a good scolding by pulling her ear.

Ye Wanxian utilized her skills of flattery to amuse Madam Zhou, who was naturally delighted and took her hand affectionately, politely inviting her, "Just today, a group of children has come to our home; why don't you all stay and have dinner with us"

Having spoken, I immediately regretted it; in a moment of impulsiveness, I spoke without restraint while joking around privately, forgetting to hold back in front of my elders. Song Yijin stuck out her tongue, feeling a bit at a loss.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of loud knocking sounds from upstairs, accompanied by Jiang Chen's standard deep male voice, tinged with a hint of a broadcasting tone: "A Yue! ! ! Don't sleep! ! Your mother is calling you for dinner! ! !"

She responded mechanically on the surface, but she felt that she had entered a rebellious phase, resolutely refusing to put her mother's admonitions into practice. Perhaps she could be even more rebellious, going against the grain.

But they do not know

Uncertain of the reason, Ding Xian felt a bit nervous, holding his breath as he listened to the sounds coming from upstairs

Madam Zhou shouted upstairs: "Achen."

The impact was not strong, and the vehicle swayed slightly before quickly regaining its balance

May the three years pass quickly, and may the hellish eighteen come to an end soon

more beautiful than the prettiest girl in her previous school

Father Ding has always been taciturn in this household, often sitting quietly by the side smoking, just like now. After listening to Ye Wanxian's "litigation," he merely took out a Hong Shuangxi cigarette from his pocket and silently brought it to his lips

What is the matter with you today

Human beings are not divided into men, women, the elderly, and children; there are only two kinds: those who are useful and those who are not useful

Outside the door was a scene of chaos, and Ding Xian curled herself up in the quilt, her small body resembling a shrimp roll as she huddled into a ball. Outside the quilt, a pair of rolling eyes blinked as they stared at the lush green leaves fluttering outside the window

Ding's father was already accustomed to such chaotic scenes, feeling a wave of annoyance in his heart. He extinguished the cigarette butt and said, "Your daughter, your daughter, isn't she your own? Always holding onto a son, you've spoiled him rotten with your indulgence."

Madam Zhou rubbed her head and reproached, "How can a young girl like you use foul language all day long"

... ...

Hurry and apologize to your brother

The last thought before falling asleep

Strangely, she felt that the little horn matched perfectly with her expression at that moment, and it would be even better if there were a pair of fangs.

The younger brother is still crying loudly in the living room

Ye Wanxian glared at her: "Your brother is immature, do you have to be immature too? He didn't do it on purpose! You are his sister, can't you be a little accommodating? Aunt said you hold grudges, and it seems she wasn't wrong; you are just like your father, both ungrateful!"

After speaking, he glanced at Ding Xian and particularly emphasized, "Uncle Zhou has a son, the young master of the Zhou family, who also got admitted to the Third Middle School this year. I heard that his total score is not as high as yours. You can help him more often and build a good relationship with him."

The welfare housing is located on the first floor, dark and damp, with peeling walls and falling dust. Directly in front of Ding Xian's room window stands a crooked tree, whose lush green branches in summer happen to block the light from her room, making it necessary to turn on the light even during the day when doing homework. A month later, she noticed a double image when looking at the crooked tree.

Madam Zhou: "Go call Si Yue, this kid is about to fall asleep, everyone is waiting for him to eat. The others can wash their hands and come down for dinner."

She couldn't help but bare her teeth, her fangs gleaming brightly, with an extremely fierce expression.

Ding Xianhui: "You are truly beautiful"

A young girl wearing a small floral hat was the first to rush down the stairs. When she saw Ding Xian, she paused for a moment, smiled, and found a place to sit down. "Aunt Zhou, who is this sister?"

The little demon king quit, and forcefully pushed Ding Xian off the car.

At the end of June, Ding Xian bid farewell to his friends in the countryside and moved into Yan San Hutong with his mother

She was thinking, what if at this moment she said, "Actually, my mother has never mentioned you even once."

Compared to living in the master bedroom, with a large balcony and a private bathroom, Ding Xian understood his mother's favoritism towards his younger brother, yet he had long since grown accustomed to not being concerned about it

Ding Xian silently gazed at Madam Zhou

Ding Xian had read a sentence in a book