Dinin was precious to the Little Girl. As an alpha, she didn't have any milk, so she hired a wet nurse and an old maid to take care of the little girl. Just like this is still not assured, three days to the home to run. But her mouth will not say, on the contrary, her mouth a mouth a "little girl piece".
The little girl was three years old before she could speak. On that day, Ding Ning squatted down and looked solemnly at the little girl sitting on the sofa: "Call Sister Ning."
The little girl obediently opened her mouth: "Auntie Ning."
"Call, me, Sister Ning, Sister." Ding Ning repeated word for word.
"Aunt Ning."
"Am I that old! Little girl! "
The little girl cocked her head and looked at Ding Ning, "Ning, Auntie."
Malong held his laughter at the side: "Yue Yue learns to speak quite quickly."
"Nonsense Laozi went to Switzerland for a month!" Ding Ning gouged him, "You taught?"
"No, waiting for you to come back."
Ding Ning sighed and touched the little girl's head, "That's really fast learning."
Ding Ning sighed and touched the little girl's head: "That's a fast learner."
He added: "That's it. Little girl, quite with his father, the mouth is not forgiving."
Ma Long did not answer. Ding Ning said faintly: "Remember, little girl, I am your aunt Ning, not your mom, not to mention your dad. You have a father."
The little girl opened her mouth, "Dad, Xu Xin."
Ding Ning stared at Ma Long: "Did you teach this?"
Ma Long didn't say anything, but nodded. Ding Ning took a breath, "Three years old, and you know these three words, and one you just learned?"
Malone smiled, "For those two words learned at once. Enough."
It's not like Ding Ning hadn't tried to teach the little girl to speak before the age of three, and the little girl pursed her lips tightly and didn't open her mouth. She is not like the average small child, not moving to cry. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night. Ding Ning had thought that the little girl has autism, but the little girl after the age of three to hear what words to learn what words, Ding Ning also let go of the heart. The company bought a bunch of fairy tale books and read them to her, so the girl slowly learned pinyin.
After the little girl was five years old, Ding Ning would sometimes give the little girl a picture of Xu Xin. The little girl already knew from Ma Long that her father was working in another city and couldn't be home with her. The first word the little girl learned to write was her dad's name. She wrote her dad's name on the back of every photo Ding Ning gave her and put it away in a box, which she wouldn't give to her old dad even when he came to ask for it. But one day Pops said he could give her the pictures of her dad that Pops had collected on the condition that he would look at the pictures in that box too. So the little girl gave the box to Marlon.
Marlon looked at those photos all afternoon and his eyes were red.
The little girl averted her eyes from the album and looked up at Malone, "Pops don't cry, you said dad doesn't like people to cry."
After a pause, the little girl took Malone's hand, "Pops, you deserve it."
Malone looked at the little girl, his expression cold down.
The little girl explained, "Auntie Ning often told you that you deserved it and she deserved it even more, so I think it probably comforts you. Describing Aunt Ning is all good."
Ding Ning stood inside the entrance hall, covering her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.
2, the little girl and Lin Gaoyuan
Lin Gaoyuan, male, omega, Ma Long's only assistant. His main job at the moment is to milk the baby.
For example, picking up and dropping off the little girl from school, counseling the little girl to do her homework, chatting with the little girl, and then reporting the little girl's situation at school to Ma Long truthfully.
The little girl was honestly called Lin Gaoyuan "Gaoyuan brother", called Lin Gaoyuan can be happy. But MA's designer Fan Zhendong once came to Ma Long's home to eat by the way to talk about work when he heard the little girl so called, laughed: "Little girl, do you know your brother Gaoyuan is actually Lin sister?"
"Really?" The little girl blinked and laughed as well.
"Yes, you have to call him Sister Gao Yuan! Hahaha!" Fan Zhendong couldn't hold back his laughter before he finished.
The little girl, on the contrary, nodded seriously in Lin Gaoyuan's mournful eyes.
From then on, the little girl changed her mouth to call "Gaoyuan sister", Ma Long said a few times unsuccessfully, coupled with Lin Gaoyuan is quite like the little girl, do not cry, do not make trouble, not brutally unreasonable, not a bear child, so called so called.
Once the little girl's homework is to write a small composition "my dream". The little girl bit the pencil: "Gao Yuan sister, what is your dream ah."
"Me?" Lin Gaoyuan thought for a moment, "It's good that you don't call me 'Sister Gaoyuan'. How about you little girl?"
"I want to see my dad, well, not a picture, a live, soft dad. It would be nice if Daddy gave me a hug." The little girl was distressed, "But I don't want to write it in the book. Sister Gao Yuan, is this dream ...... not right? The other students at school say that I don't have a father ......"
Lin Gaoyuan looked at the way the little girl's crystalline drooping eyes quickly filled with tears, but bit her lips hard to keep them from falling, and decided to report back to Malone properly. The little girl, however, sniffled, "Sister Gaoyuan, don't tell Pops about this, okay?"
Lin Gaoyuan: ...... How do you you how do you know that I reported you to your dad?
"OK, OK, OK, Sister Gaoyuan~" the little girl poked Lin Gaoyuan gently with a pencil.
"...... Okay." Lin Gaoyuan sighed, "But how do you know your dad is soft?"
"Pops said so." The little girl had a look of 'daddy should be soft is there a hard daddy'.
Lin Gaoyuan covered his face, well, president, see through you.
3, the little girl and Chen Jie
Chen Jie is a somewhat special existence for the little girl.
Chen calls the little girl "little girl" in the same tone as Ding Ning.
Chen will tell the little girl about the history of love between her father and her father, and as he talks, he starts to curse, and the conversation gets skewed to the point where it can't be skewed any further.
In the end, Chen would always end with a sentence: "Although your old man is my breastfeeding, right, but emotionally he is a bastard."
The little girl tilted her head and looked at her Uncle Junkie: "What does asshole mean?"
"Hey, it's just bad stuff anyway. Don't be like your father when you grow up, think before you do something, mother-in-law." Chen Jie lit up a cigarette, crossed his legs and grunted, "All day counting will be early baldness. You a little girl, bald how ugly."
"......" the little girl can not pick up the words, uncle Jiezhuang words rough magical expression always let her pick up.
Chen Yuyao leisurely finished smoking a cigarette, long sigh: "Count it. Count it."
"People always have to be a little forgetful, otherwise, no fun."
The little girl habitually tilted her head. She thought that Uncle Jade was probably one of those "people with a story".
In fact, Chen Jie's addiction to cigarettes is not heavy, and he often comes to the little girl's house in his spare time to teach her how to draw. Chen Jie does not draw complex graphics, only use the dotted line circle, simple and clear. This minimalist style is Chen's favorite, and he always tries to instill a set of ideas in the little girl: "Everything in the world can be represented by black, white and gray dots, lines and circles."
He shows the little girl a steel stamp, "Here, look ah little girl."
Among the folded lines and circles, large and small, is the word "court dress" in silver hooks.
"This is your father's, here you go." Chen took out another steel stamp and shoved it to the little girl, "Keep it well!"
"Uh-huh." The little girl tightly squeezed the steel stamp.
The little girl was nine years old on Valentine's Day and was supposed to stay home alone. The little girl knew from Chen Jie that it was Valentine's Day, and as for Chen Jie, naturally, she was uninvited.
The little girl opened the door for Chen Jie: "Uncle Jie, what can I do for you?"
"Nothing much, came to see you. Your brother Gao Yuan has something to do with your father, so I'm here to accompany you today." Chen Jie turned the car keys in his hand, "How boring to stay at home, Uncle Jie took you out to play."
The little girl looked at the maid on the side. The old maid nodded amiably, "Have fun, little girl."
Chen held the little girl's hand: "Where do you want to go to play ah?"
"Want to go see daddy." The little girl's fingers twisted the edge of her skirt.
"This ...... your dad is in Paris, to participate in a charity dinner went, that party has his auction." Chen court dress skimmed his mouth, "Otherwise you take you to Shanghai to see him is nothing wrong, hidden from your old man is the ...... your old man every day read what do not go to bother your father's life, simply bullshit, like to go after ah, run away on the chase, quarrel on the coaxing well, asked him to coax a person is so difficult, really is The first thing I'd like to do is to ask you to do something about it."
The little girl sat on Chen Jie's car, seems to be not listening to Chen Jie's broken feelings. She leaned on the car window and said to Chen Jie: "Jie uncle let's go to the amusement park. I want to ride the Ferris wheel."
Chen Jie started the car.
The little girl and Chen Jie had a crazy morning at the amusement park, they lined up to ride the roller coaster three times, on the Ferris wheel round and round, even the haunted house this kind of Chen Jie has always scoffed at things he accompanied the little girl to go in for a walk. The little girl licked the cotton candy, smiling at Chen's woeful appearance when he was caught by the organs on the ground and reflexively jumped up and fell again.
"What the hell!" Chen complained, "Ah, I'll take you to the arcade! When you think of your uncle Jiejie was also the arcade ah! Where there has been such a mess!"
The little girl handed the cotton candy to Chen Jie: "Uncle eat sugar, eat sugar will be happy."
"You're really like your dad, when you're angry you can be coaxed with a little sweet water." Chen nonchalantly bit a large mouthful of cotton candy.
The little girl seems to be very sensitive to everything about her dad, "Then I'll send my dad a box of small sweet water er he will not be angry and then come back to see me?"
"Ghost knows." Chen thought of the two big boxes of tea and cat food at home and cursed again.
In the evening, Chen bought a cake for the little girl, and the two sat on the sofa in Chen's house. The little girl originally wanted to turn on the TV to watch some programs, but the result is that when you turn on the TV, the music is "female rabbit male rabbit walks on the ground, you are still a single dog -", she silently turned off the TV again. Chen smiled and took out a bottle of wine.
The little girl thought for a moment, "Pops said that this stuff is not good for the body, Uncle Jade drink less."
Chen shook the glass in his hand, "Then did your father tell you that this stuff can make people forget their troubles and forget a lot of things?"
He poured himself a full cup, "He drinks it himself. If you don't believe me, ask him when he misses your dad. Drinking a lot is not a good thing sometimes, after all, many times drunk than sober comfort."
The little girl listened in a daze. Chen Jie nodded her forehead, "You ah, little girl, people fine, understand things, but some things, do not understand and do not think. Be happy."
The little girl held back half a day to hold out a sentence: "But I don't want to forget dad ah. Why should Pops forget it?"
"Can not forget ah, little girl." Chen Jie smiled.
Can not forget ah, Marlene. Marlene.
4. The little girl and Tai
The little girl held Tai and watched as Chen drank himself unconscious. She knew there was no use in persuading, no one could persuade Uncle Junk. She and Tai calmly stared at each other as Tyger jumped out of the little girl's arms and brought Chen's cell phone in his mouth.
"I can't open it Tai." The little girl took the phone in confusion, and Tyger paced around annoyed, meowing as he arched his head over the little girl's hand.
The little girl bit her nails and stroked Tai's head, "I'll try ...... hmmm ......"
She pressed Chen's finger to the unlock button --Hopefully Uncle Junkie set the fingerprint to unlock--the phone turned on. Uncle Junkie smelled of nice frangipani flowers. Uncle Junkie is an omega. pops says omegas all have that one alpha in this life. pops says dad is his one in this life.
Why separate?
The little girl opens her address book, and her finger stops on "Marlene", wondering if she should press it.
Tai was on her sleeve, and she didn't know if he wanted her to press it or not.
The little child wants to go back to her mother's arms, and all those who have left have to go home.
The little girl cocked her head, dialed the phone, put it on speaker, and put it next to Chen's head.
"Marlene you in the end in the calculation of what ...... you are not think you can count through me ...... how you still do not come ...... old son fucking planted In your hands ...... okay ...... I am now cold to death ...... I can not warm your hands ...... you have to be responsible for the I'm omega, I admit it! I am omega I admit, you come to marry the old man chanting ...... "Chen Jie's drunken words were heard by the Marlene over there after a ten percent, the little girl picked up the phone.
"Uncle Lin, I am Ma Xinyue, uncle Jiejie is drunk in his house, can you come over and send me home by the way?" The upward curvature of the little girl's mouth was about to be wrenched out of alignment. Tai gave the little girl a disgusted look and pounced over to knock over the cell phone in the little girl's hand.
The little girl couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Tyger you're so bad! But I'm quite happy, Happy Valentine's Day Uncle Junkie!"
Ty licked his paw, his expression still one of disgust.
The little girl waited patiently until there was a knock on the door. She ran over and opened the door, "Uncle Lynn is here."
Marin nodded, "What a good little girl." He smelled the strong scent of frangipani in the living room, and not caring to take off his shoes, he rushed in and slung Chen over his shoulder, releasing his own pheromones to soothe him, "Drinking so much wine, your body is made of iron?"
"...... What are you doing here ......" Chen Jiezhuang sticky grunt, still mouth hard, "You care about me! ......"
Marin simply wanted to do Chen Jie right here, he looked at the little girl's pure and innocent sagging eyes, or turned around and put the person in the car, "Let's go, little girl."
The little girl got out of the car in front of the house and waved at Marlene, "Uncle Lin, Uncle Jie, bye!"
Marlene did not forget to joke: "Next time I see you again, it's Mrs. Lin."
"What?" The little girl froze a little.
Marlene laughed loudly and started the car.
The little girl turned and knocked on the door of the house. Standing in front of her villa in the vast night, the little girl suddenly felt a little cold. She tugged at her sleeve and bit her lip.
5. The little girl and the butler & teacher
The butler was brought home by Ding Ning. When he entered the house, the little girl was only three days old. Ding Ning handed the little girl over to him, "You take more care of it. Master ......"
"Don't worry." The housekeeper smiled, "This child I have more control."
When the little girl was a hundred days old, Malong and Dingning held a grand 100th day banquet for her. The little girl squirmed uneasily in Malone's arms, and it was obvious that she didn't really like this occasion with many strangers. Her eyes darted around, looking for the tall, amiable man who had always been there for her.
The butler sat at the end of the table, at a table in the dimmest and most marginal part of the hall. Chen leaned on the edge of the table, "This is your first time sitting at the end seat, right?"
"It's okay, it's not like it hasn't happened before." The butler said flatly, seemingly unimpressed, "That kid doesn't like crowds. This point is somewhat similar to Malone. But I can see that the kid will be a Grinch later on."
"You speak so highly of that kid."
"Worth it." The servant grunted, and with a flip of his wrist, a seal appeared in his hand, "You find a time to give it to that little girl."
"What, you're not going to help Xin-chan? Just let him go?" Chen solemnly took the seal and carefully put it away.
"Young people's business."
"You haven't come this way? Vigorously? Are you old now?" Chen laughed out loud, "It's so like that. But I know that's not what you're for. You just simply love Xin Zai."
"Old." Wang Liqin let out a long sigh, "Waiting for a day is like passing a year when I was originally young. Time goes slower and slower."
"It is you yourself who stretched him too long." Chen raised his glass and hooked his lips in a smile, "All waiting."
The little girl's catching week was accompanied by the housekeeper, Malone in London, Ding Ning in Paris. The invited governess also arrived, the housekeeper held the little girl to open the door. As soon as the door opened and when he saw the face of the visitor, the housekeeper put down the little girl and took a step back, "I didn't expect it was you who came."
"I'm here, yeah, long time late." The teacher smiled, collecting her shoes, "Haven't caught the week yet?"
The little girl cocked her head and took the housekeeper's hand.
"It's early enough to have a governess at one."
"No, it's too late." The teacher crouched down, a paintbrush held up in her hand, and smiled, "Would you like one, little one?"
The housekeeper pulled away from the little girl, "Don't you just mess with it."
The little girl was carried to the center of a large circle of things, the teacher and the housekeeper sat on one side, by the little girl to choose. The little girl hesitates for a moment and picks up the paintbrush that the teacher has insisted on adding. She turned the brush over and looked at the flowery "XX" without much expression. The teacher laughed out loud, "This child is really smart!"
"She's only a year old."
Until then, the parents of both Martin families thought the child was either stupid or autistic. The little girl didn't cry or laugh, just looked at everyone in silence with her clear, downcast eyes.
The word "Auntie Ning" was actually taught by the teacher, who was keen to bring some of her own bad taste into the little girl's learning as a private matter. The teacher has a strange agreement with the little girl: "Don't tell your father or your Auntie Ning about me."
The little girl nodded her head. Teacher people can be good, as long as she is good, there are countless cupcakes to eat. The butler started to manage, and then he didn't care about anything. He just silently clean up the little girl's food and living, and occasionally tell the little girl a bedtime story.
Bedtime stories are the little girl's favorite. Because that's when daddy and pops met and fell in love. Sweet stories always brought sweet dreams. The little girl never asked the butler why he knew these things. In her mind, Uncle Butler was near omnipotent.
That Valentine's Day there was a follow-up. The butler opened the door for the little girl, carried her into the house, and put her on the sofa. And closed the door again, took the shoes to the little girl to change. The little girl looked at the butler's squatting body that still looked tall, and suddenly opened her mouth: "Uncle, who is Yan Sen ......? Also and dad one day birthday?"
The butler did not speak, just the hand movement became much slower.
"Do you wait for him like Uncle Jade waits for Uncle Lin?" The little girl snapped again, "Like Pops waited for Daddy?"
"Little girl, don't you know who Yan Sen is?" The housekeeper opened his mouth, but it was a rhetorical question.
"Know ah. I just want to know the relationship between Uncle Uncle and Uncle Yan Sen." The little girl's eyes lit up, "Uncle I want to hear a story."
"There's no such thing as a story, little girl."
"You have stories Uncle Reed." The little girl cocked her head, "You don't look much like your picture, no wonder Pops couldn't recognize you. Were you commissioned by Papa?"
The little girl clutched the housekeeper's arm tightly, "You persuade Papa! Why did you ......"
The little girl choked until she couldn't speak, it was the first time since she understood that her eyes were red and shook with tears, "Uncle Jade said it all!"
The housekeeper did not say anything, and the phone call from the teacher Yao Yan this morning is still echoing in his ears, "He is diagnosed! Do you really only think of it as a young man's business? Think about Yan Sen, enough!"
The little girl firmly remembered the agreement with her father, nails pinched into the heart of the hand, teeth biting the lower lip, just looking at Wang Liqin, clear eyes are endless thoughts.
Wang Liqin knows that kind of near miss. He himself is to be driven crazy by this kind of taste.
He took the little girl into his arms, "Little girl, ah, will come back, your father will come back."
"I'll do it now."