Bao Xi choked, wiped his eyes, and nodded firmly: “Okay.” What he said was almost what I expected, but the details were beyond my imagination. Leaving Bao Xi with Lan was a huge mistake.
In the morning, Lan threw clothes onto Bao Xi’s face while he was sleeping, waking him up. Bao Xi’s first words were: “Dress yourself, wash up, and fix your hair.” Bao Xi looked pitiful: “But I don’t know how…” Lan coldly replied: “If you can’t do it, don’t do it. I can’t do it either.” Then he disappeared.
At meals, Lan would drop a spoon and leave, saying: “If you can’t use chopsticks, use a spoon to eat.” Bao Xi was on the verge of tears.
When Bao Xi walked up and tugged Lan’s sleeve, saying: “I need to use the bathroom…”
“Lan didn’t even look at Bao Xi, just threw the house map at him and disappeared, causing Bao Xi, a little direction-challenged boy, to get lost in the courtyard, wandering around all afternoon without finding his way back to his room.
My fist clenched, glaring at Lan who was leisurely playing with his jade pendant: “Damn Lan!!! How did I teach you to take care of Bao Xi? How can you treat him like this?” Lan looked at me without surprise: “I don’t know how to take care of kids. I hate kids. I don’t want to do it at all.”
Just as I was about to explode, Mo Ran pulled my sleeve, his face showing an unprecedented seriousness: “Han, tomorrow night, on the roof, I’ll wait for you.”
I was stunned, forgot to answer, and Mo Ran turned and left.
The next day, I pretended not to care about Mo Ran’s words, continuing to take care of Bao Xi as usual, but everyone knew I was thinking about Mo Ran all day. “Little Han~! Don’t feed me right up my nose!” Bao Xi complained, and I suddenly came back to my senses, quickly wiping Bao Xi’s oil-covered nose with my sleeve.
Shu Yang grabbed my hand, “Xiao Han, why are you distracted today? If you’re not feeling well, go rest.” I frowned, “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”
