To make He Yu regret - Chapter 18

He Yu liked to play with Jiang Mingzhen, but he became a shadow behind Jiang Mingzhen step by step, lost his name and identity. After the death of his father, in order not to be a burden to his mother, He Yu worked hard to be obedient and behave, not to cause trouble. If he was a naturally submissive character, perhaps he could live with Jiang Mingzhen peacefully, but he was not.

He Yu’s heart was lit by an incident on that Saturday afternoon. The school teacher gave homework for the children to draw. The theme of the drawing was “my friend”. Jiang Mingzhen wanted to draw the picture of He Yu’s face. When she went to the nanny room to look for him, she found that he and Aunt Fan were out shopping together. She happened to see the box of markers that usually were kept on the table of the sewing machine. She thought of her drawing, her markers were in the school bag on the second floor. Jiang Mingzhen was too lazy to run upstairs to get them, so she took He Yu’s markers for use. He Yu came back and saw Jiang Mingzhen who was drawing.

While watching TV in the living room, she drew on the paper as she wanted, and laughed happily at what she watched on the TV.  There were a lot of scrap papers, crumpled up and thrown on the ground. His markers were used out of ink and were thrown around the paper.

“Why are you using my markers?” He Yu saw those pens from a distance, rushed over, and snatched them from her hand. Her hand was in pain!

“What are you doing?” Jiang Mingzhen rubbed her hands and glared at him, “Can’t I borrow yours?”

“No way.”

Jiang Mingzhen had never heard He Yu speak in such a loud tone. He put the lid on the markers and put them in the box one by one without looking at her at all.

“Huh, He Yu stingy!” Jiang Mingzhen was never treated with such an attitude by He Yu before, and the young lady who had been silent for a long time suddenly stood up with her temper: “Your marker is too hard to use, so you can’t get any ink after I used it twice. I don’t like to use it anyway.”

“It was broken by you.” He Yu picked up the marker on the ground and tried to draw a line in his palm. “There is no ink…”

He kept drawing and drawing like a silly person, but it no longer worked. Jiang Mingzhen looked at his drooping head, and tears rolled from his eyes. He actually cried. At first, Jiang Mingzhen was so angry that she was about to lift the table. Seeing him like that, she felt guilty.

“Why?” He Yu was woken up countless times by her from his dream, sometimes he was beaten so hard, but never cried. When she scolded him harshly, when she robbed his things, he didn’t cry. Wouldn’t those be more serious than using his marker?  She wondered.

“If there is no ink, I will pay you.” Jiang Mingzhen said magnanimously.

Since he was crying, she didn’t get angry and didn’t care about him that time.

“I have a lot of markers. I have 24 colors, 48 ​​colors, 72 colors ones. If you think it is not enough, I can ask my parents to buy ten boxes to pay you.” He Yu continued to cry.

“Did you hear that!” She shouted at him, “Don’t cry, please!” The boy’s face turned red from crying, and his mouth was pumping hard, as if he couldn’t breathe well. Jiang Mingzhen also cried like him. Her cry was not quiet at all, almost like a horn. The adults hurried downstairs to see what happened.

Both children were crying and they didn’t answer them at all. Aunt Fan came to take a closer look at the markers, and her heart broke.

“He Yu’s father gave him the marker.” Listening to her son’s cry, she also felt pain in her heart, “It was used by the young lady, and it seems to be out of ink.”

“Xiaozhen!” Jiang Yuan and Xu Meiyin knew everything happened in Aunt Fan’s house, and immediately turned around to scold Jiang Mingzhen.

“How can you misuse other people’s things?”

“Isn’t it… just a broken marker!” Jiang Mingzhen lay on the ground, rubbed her eyes and kicked her legs, crying out of breath, “You are also being fierce towards me!”

She didn’t understand where she was wrong. She didn’t know anything about He Yu’s father.

The adults sighed, not knowing how to scold her. They had to apologize to He Yu first.

“He Yu, can I, and your aunt buy you markers? What do you want? I and your aunt will buy it. Don’t cry, can you forgive Jiang Mingzhen? She…” That was the most vicious sentence He Yu had ever heard.

“She… she doesn’t know what she did wrong.” At the age of six, he could not fully understand that sentence, he only understood the meaning later. Jiang Mingzhen didn’t know it. So all the wrong things she did were deemed to be done not on purpose and he wanted to forgive her.

However, his marker was broken, it was so broken, how could he accept such a reason in the world.

The most expensive, best, and most colorful markers in the world, together, couldn’t be as good as what his father bought him. “I don’t want your markers!” The boy’s voice was dumb, like a small animal with upright fur, revealing the sharpness of his body. When Jiang Mingzhen was tired from crying, her howling turned into sobbing, and she continued to cry that way.

The surrounding voices disappeared in his ears, and He Yu was immersed in endless sadness. He lost his father when he was young, came to a new place, lived under the roof of someone else, and had endless nightmares… The depressed mood was cut open by a broken marker. He couldn’t stop. Everything that felt heavy throughout the year overwhelmed him.

“Ah Yu, don’t cry.” Aunt Fan held He Yu’s shoulder and wiped his tears.