Chapter 3033
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Yes, he really doted on me.
I naively thought that even if Dongyu was the only person in the world who doted on me, I would still be the happiest girl in the world.
I remembered Grandma mentioning that when I was one year old, Dongyu held my little hand and taught me how to walk step by step.
He was half-squatting in front of me. At that time, I was chubby from being raised by Grandma. I wore a lot of winter clothes and struggled to walk on my wobbly legs, wobbling towards him with my arms outstretched.
In a moment of carelessness, I fell hard. Although it wasn't serious, a layer of skin was abraded on my palm. Before I could cry out loud, Dongyu's eyes turned red. He hugged me in a panic. For the first time in my life, I showed an expression other than gentleness and indifference on his face.
As I grew older, I could run more steadily and gradually became sturdier. I played with the other children, playing hide-and-seek and catching cicadas. I was really crazy.
When I was young, I loved the nighttime the most.
At that time, we were still young and there were no inhibitions. Every night, Grandma would bathe Dongyu. When I was young, I didn't know what shame was. I would climb into the bathtub on all fours and squeeze with him.
I especially liked to tease him. I even pointed at Dongyu's undeveloped little guy and asked Grandma why my brother's part was different from mine.
Grandma would always laugh at my teasing. She would scratch the bridge of my nose and laugh at me for being shameless.
On the contrary, Dongyu would be a little shy. So much so that when I was naked next to him, he would freeze and not dare to move.
Grandma would apply the shower gel on us. I liked the refreshing smell very much, and I liked the fact that my body smelled the same as Dongyu's.
I was afraid of the dark and didn't like to sleep with Grandma, but I was willing to squeeze into a small bed with Dongyu.
At night, I would often wrap my little arms and legs around him without restraint, pestering him to play rock, paper, scissors. This boring game became the most interesting pastime.
When the moon was high in the sky, I couldn't sleep. I liked to lie beside him, hold my little head, and listen to him sing and tell stories.
Dongyu's voice was very pleasant. It was as clear as a wind chime, with a hint of childishness. He sang gently in my ear.
At that time, he only knew how to sing a few songs that he had learned from music class. But I never got tired of listening to him. Every night in my childhood, I always fell asleep with his soft singing.
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In her memories of her youth, Dongyu was somewhat bland. He always locked himself in that world, either doing his homework or reading some famous works outside of class.
He had been taking piano lessons since he was six, so I often pestered him to teach me.
At that time, in the eyes of many children, Dongyu was cold and unapproachable. He was so noble and aloof.
Thinking of his background from the city, he was not like these wild children who grew up playing mud and catching frogs in the countryside. His body was clean, and there was a bit of scholarly elegance.
This kind of temperament was not something an ordinary child could have.
Good etiquette and refined speech were used by many parents as teaching materials for their children.
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