The Eldest Daughter was Reborn

There was an unpleasant episode in this birthday banquet. Finally, the old birthday star had no choice but to go upstairs to change a new dress, and also changed a set of emerald jewelry to match the new dress.

That set of emeralds is precious though. But everyone knows that grandma still prefers rubies and prefers to wear red on such festive days.

Grandma Zhang Yansheng's face was very ugly.

Grandma endured until the birthday banquet dissipated, and when she was about to get on the bus in the courtyard, she broke out to Zhang Huan: "If your son doesn't teach well, don't bring it out to embarrass me in the future!"

How dare Zhang Huan lead Zhang Shuocheng towards the old lady at this time, let Liang Yingying lead Zhang Shuocheng and Zhang Heling to wait for him at the car. Now the only ones in front of the old lady are Zhang Huan and Zhang Yansheng.

"Don't be angry." Zhang Yansheng gently stroked the old lady's arm, comforting softly, "It's not worth it to be angry."

The granddaughter was so gentle and lovely, the old lady looked at her, her anger was a little smoother, but when she looked at her son, she snorted.

Zhang Yansheng glanced at Zhang Huan and said, "My dad has no control over that kid. He is used to it like a little ancestor, otherwise you think that kid would dare to be so skinny?"

Grandma was furious and pointed to Zhang Huan and said, "It's not the fault of the godfather to raise it! If you can't control it, let the geese take care of it!"

Zhang Huan sweated his forehead and only dared to nod his head: "Okay, OK."

Zhang Yansheng said: "You really are, how can I care? If he doesn't listen to him, don't you beat him? Our family doesn't beat the child."

"You are the eldest daughter of this family. The eldest sister is like a mother. Of course you are qualified to take care of your younger siblings." Grandma said with a cold face. This kind of skin monkey needs to be beaten! He is so old that you can't beat him? You have learned how to fight in vain?"

Zhang Yansheng glanced at Zhang Huan: "I can't wait to beat him to death every day, can my dad let it?"

This child was spoiled by his father. As for his mother who couldn't make it to the table, grandma didn't expect it at all. She lowered her face: "If I let you beat you, just beat you. If your dad dare not let me, tell me, I'll beat him! It's not that I've never beaten him!"

Zhang Huan could only sneer when he was exposed by his mother in front of the girl.

Seeing his relatives coaxed his mother into the car in a soft voice, he was relieved. Coughed and said to Zhang Yansheng: "Let's go."

Zhang Yansheng glanced at him and walked towards his car in silence.

In the night, the daughter's eyes are exactly the same as her mother back then. The look in his eyes was the same as the look in her mother's eyes in the last two years.

It was that he no longer had any illusions about him, and there would no longer be disappointed eyes.

Zhang Huan was startled. The eldest daughter has been wrong tonight. She seems...too quiet.

In the past, loudly yelling, indignant and even gnashing her teeth, isn't she what she should be like? Why did you suddenly change your **** today? It was as if she was possessed by her mother.

On the hot summer night, Zhang Huan felt a little chilly inexplicably. He hurried to catch up with his daughter and headed for his car.

When she got into the car, Liang Yingying complained: "Making a fuss, the child is naughty and naughty. How can a person of this age be angry with a child?"

Zhang Huan spent the night with his mother and aunt with a smile, and even got scolded. Immediately scolded: "You shut up!"

He turned around and pointed to Zhang Shuocheng's nose and cursed, "If you dare to bring me this **** when you go out in the future, I will beat you to death!"

As he said, he leaned forward, grabbed the water gun in Zhang Shuocheng's hand, and threw it outside the window.

"My gun! My gun!" Zhang Shuocheng burst into tears.

"Shut up!" Zhang Huan shouted at him, "Cry to death again!"

It is rare for Zhang Huan to be so angry with Zhang Shuocheng.

Liang Yingying was also persuaded, especially Zhang Yansheng was still sitting in the back row, her face was a little bit uncontrollable, and she whispered: "He didn't mean it..."

"Shut up!"

Zhang Yansheng only watched a farce between the husband and wife and his son coldly.

She knew that Zhang Huan was only intimidating Zhang Shuocheng. Zhang Huan is a bit patriarchal. He had always wanted a son, otherwise he would not marry Liang Yingying home for Zhang Shuocheng.

She used to be stupid. She regarded Liang Yingying as a big mountain and had to jump up to amplify the volume. As a result, she pushed Zhang Huan to Liang Yingying's side, which instead promoted the unity of her husband and wife.

But how united can this couple be? Look, just such a little mess, it's true.

Zhang Yansheng understands why Zhang Huan is angry.

Zhang Huan is not the only child. Although there are several independent companies under his name, the core business of the family is in the hands of his mother. How many points are scored in my mother's heart now is related to how much power the old lady is willing to give to him, and also how much he can get in the old lady's will in the future.

Zhang Yansheng, who was fifteen years old before, had never thought of this at all. But now Zhang Yansheng has been in the society for a while, knowing that money can make ghosts grind, and looking at such a strong old lady, he really wants to give a thumbs up.

He raised his eyes and saw Liang Yingying.

What is the picture of such a young Liang Yingying with her father, a half-old man? Isn't it just a graph of money?

It's ridiculous that I used to think of her as a mountain. But she was just a light-hearted nugget girl, she didn't dare to put a fart in front of Zhang Yansheng's grandma.

Zhang Yansheng now recalled what he had done before, sighing that he really...put the cart before the horse, and didn't know what was the most important thing.

The woman sitting in the front row is now floating in her heart. The illusion of "big mountains" was crushed.

Even her father, she remembered his cautiousness and flattery in front of her grandmother, she couldn't help but slanted her mouth, bringing out a sneer.

Turning his eyes again, he saw Zhang Heling beside him.

Zhang Heling was sitting in the middle of the back row, her face was white with fright, she wanted to cry. But no one in the car cared about her.

He is neither the first child, but also the surprise of being a new father, and he is not the one with a handle, but he has the expectation of passing on from generation to generation. Sandwiched in the middle, she was still a girl, and there was a mother who relied on her son in the upper position, and she was destined to be the little poor who was ignored by everyone.

As if feeling her gaze, Zhang Heling suddenly turned her head and glanced at her. There seemed to be tears in her eyes, but she bit her lip timidly, not daring to annoy the adults.

The eyes of the two girls met.

Zhang Yansheng clearly felt the expectation in the little girl's sight.

Zhang Yansheng was strange. When the mother and son entered the door, she was angry for a while and pushed Zhang Heling down. Logically speaking, Zhang Heling should be afraid that she hates her.

But this little girl has always followed her since entering this house, always wanting to be her follower.

Early on, she yelled at her several times. The little girl is only timid, with a small face and a bulging mouth, and she wants to cry or not. Later, Zhang Yansheng couldn't help but didn't yell at her, so he ignored her and treated her as if she didn't exist.

It’s just that she couldn’t think of waiting for her to die, it was this girl who cried the most.

The expectation in those big tearful eyes is very stressful. Zhang Yansheng looked away.

However, Zhang Heling cautiously posted to her. The small body touched Zhang Yansheng's arm.

Zhang Yansheng froze, then turned his head to escape from the window.

Children's instincts are very keen. In fact, they don't have as many twists and turns in their hearts as adults, and they often follow intuition.

Although my sister was stiff, she didn't push her away, nor frightened her with a fierce look at her impatiently. Compared with the past, it is more than a hundred times gentler.

Zhang Heling became courageous, and her whole body leaned towards Zhang Yansheng, and she actually... leaned on Zhang Yansheng.

Zhang Yansheng stiffened for a moment. But I could feel the small body beside her resembling a little animal, and could smell the faint fragrance of her body. It is the smell of children's skin care cream, not as scent as adult women's skin care products, but...it's very relaxing and smells good.

But the arms suddenly got wet.

…

Are the teardrops still falling?

Zhang Yan looked at the night view outside the window and was silent for a moment, then pulled a piece of paper towel and stuffed it.

Zhang Heling squeezed up the tissue in surprise and looked at Zhang Yan's voice. The eldest sister looked ahead without squinting.

Zhang Heling smiled suddenly, wiped his tears, and blew his nose.

Crying and laughing, children are really annoying, Zhang Yansheng thought.

When he returned home, Zhang Huan's anger had not disappeared.

"Lock up all his game consoles for me!" He ordered Liang Yingying, and pointed to Zhang Shuocheng's nose and cursed, "This summer you will give me tutoring homework with my family! Look at your **** results last semester! With you, don’t go shopping and play mahjong all day long. Watch your child learn! The child is born to you, not a nanny!"

Finally, the scolding returned to Liang Yingying.

She lost face in front of her stepdaughter, and Liang Yingying was frustrated. But she relies on men to eat. She knows when to act like a baby or even to be angry, and when to be a man with her tail between her tails. She obediently responded: "I know, I know, go back to the room and talk about it."

Zhang Shuocheng hid behind Liang Yingying, and it was the first time he saw his father get such a bad temper, and his mother didn't open her arms to protect him, so he persuaded him. Although he was not convinced, he did not dare to say anything.

Zhang Yansheng had only been born again for a long time, and he saw the separation of the couple who had stood in front of her before, which was very meaningless. She was too lazy to look at them, turned around and walked upstairs.

Zhang Heling saw her sister go upstairs and immediately decorated it like a little tail: "Sister, wait for me."

The bedrooms of the two sisters are on the second floor, next to each other.

Zhang Yansheng strode, Zhang Heling ran after him, and finally told her to catch up.

"Sister." Zhang Yansheng's attitude tonight was very different from before. Zhang Heling, the little man, hit a snake and stuck it on the floor. "Sister, is she going to sleep now? Well, good night!"

Zhang Yansheng just walked to the door of his bedroom and opened the door.

She stopped and finally turned around and stared at Zhang Heling unbearably.

Zhang Heling blinked Bau's big eyes.

"Zhang Heling!" Zhang Yan asked with a calm face, "Why are you following me all day?"

"Because..." Zhang Heling answered seriously, "Am I your sister?"

Zhang Yansheng: "..."

Zhang Yansheng hugged his arms and asked the little girl: "Do you remember what happened when you were a kid?"

Zhang Heling: "Huh?"

"Do you remember what happened when you first came to my house?"

"Emmm... I don't remember much..."

"Forget it." Zhang Yansheng turned around to go back to the room.

It's rare that my sister was willing to take the initiative to speak to her, yet so calm, Zhang Heling hurriedly grabbed Zhang Yansheng's skirt: "Remember, remember!"

"Remember, you were only four years old at that time!" Zhang Yan cursed.

Although the fifteen-year-old Zhang Yansheng often yelled at home, he was far less imposing than the twenty-one-year-old Zhang Yansheng who had already been in the society. At this moment, Zhang Yansheng's voice is not too loud, but his momentum is much stronger than before.

Zhang Heling winced.

Zhang Yansheng stared at her, taking advantage of her height and asked condescendingly: "Remember what?"

This is hard to answer. My childhood memories are all scattered and fragmented. Zhang Heling was a bit at a loss, she didn't know what Zhang Yansheng actually wanted to ask, and of course she couldn't answer.

Zhang Yansheng asked: "The first day you and your mother came here, I pushed you down. Do you remember this?"

Zhang Heling suddenly realized: "Oh! That, remember!"

"Remember?"

"Yeah! It's the living room on the first floor, right, I knocked my back to the corner of the sofa."

At that time, the little people, the little ones, could really remember them.

Zhang Yansheng said: "I thought you forgot. If you remember, why keep chasing me? Don't you hate me? Are you afraid of me?"

"A bit scared..." The pink and tender girl scratched her face, raised her head and said, "However, although my sister had a loud voice at the time, it was a bit scary. What I remember very clearly is that you...you keep crying..."

The elder sister I met for the first time in life is very loud, sounds fierce, and a bit scary.

But her eyes kept tearing and streaming.

Her mother is dead.

Right after he died, his mother wanted to be someone else's mother. Zhang Heling felt that if he changed to himself, he would be very angry and sad.

She just can't hate this fierce sister.

The little girl doesn't have so much thought, she can say what she thinks in her heart.

The big, sullen eyes are black and white, and they have the clarity that the world's clearest spring can't match. This kind of clarity is called childlike innocence.

Zhang Yansheng stared at the little girl, stretched out his hand and slammed the door shut.