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Chapter 90 You're such a nice person, I like you.

Memories are fleeting, like a fleeting glance.

When Yan Zhuoyu fell into a coma, she dreamed about things from her childhood.

When he was six years old, his mother passed away. Almost the same year, Yan Shuting brought the pregnant Lin Moqing into his home.

After Lin Moqing had someone check the gender and learned that she was pregnant with a girl, she set her sights on Yan Zhuoyu.

She deliberately fell in front of Yan Zhuoyu. After the miscarriage, Yan Shuting was furious and locked Yan Zhuoyu up for three days, with guards assigned to watch over her and not even allowed her to eat.

When Jiang Yuelin was still alive, she would braid Yan Zhuoyu's hair every morning and send her to school.

But after her mother left, no one took care of her, and her long, smooth, black hair that reached her waist became frizzy.

Yan Zhuoyu was also stubborn. She didn't utter a word for the past three days and shaved her head into a dog-chewed buzz cut with clippers.

Three days later, Lin Moqing started complaining of aches and pains everywhere, constantly whispering in Yan Shuting's ear.

She said that Yan Zhuoyu murdered her mother and had violent tendencies, and it was very likely that she witnessed her mother's tragic death and suffered psychological trauma, so she needed to be sent to the countryside to recuperate.

Before long, Yan Shuting was persuaded by her.

On New Year's Eve, January 25th, the weather was freezing cold, and snow was falling.

Seven-year-old Yan Zhuoyu was packed up and sent to a remote mountain village.

The foster family that Lin Moqing chose for her was in extremely poor condition.

The mistress accepted Lin Moqing's money and locked Yan Zhuoyu in the woodshed on the first night.

Fortunately, when Yan Zhuoyu watched the Hong Kong film "The Nightmare Thief" starring Jiang Yuelin, she pestered her mother to teach her how to pick locks, and she learned it quickly and well.

So that very night, Yan Zhuoyu pried open the lock on the woodshed.

She stuffed all the money and valuables from her suitcase into her pockets and was about to climb over the wall to escape when the guard dog, with sharp eyes, ran over and started barking wildly at her.

In the dead of night, even the slightest sound can wake someone up, let alone the heart-wrenching howl of a wolfhound.

The lights in the house where the woman lived were turned on soon after.

Yan Zhuoyu was afraid of dogs, and she was stuck on the wall, feeling anxious and wanting to cry, but her legs were weak.

Just as she was about to grit her teeth and go back to the woodshed, the red-painted, peeling door with the upside-down "Fu" character pasted on it creaked open across from her.

A little boy wearing an old floral cotton-padded jacket appeared at the door. His face was pale and yellowish-white, and his knuckles were red.

He looked up blankly and happened to see Yan Zhuoyu backlit by the moonlight. He asked, "Why are you sitting so high up? Are you looking at the stars?"

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

This little brat, which eye of hers saw her looking at the stars?

The wolfhound by the wall jumped and leaped in a panic, making Yan Zhuoyu's face turn even paler, and she quickly shrank back.

She sized up the little boy's height; he was more than a head taller than her, and his arms and legs looked strong.

"Hey, I've been sold here by my family. I'm not looking at the stars, I'm running away. Can you help me?"

The little boy's beautiful light gray eyes widened instantly: "Sold...sold?"

"How much did you sell it for? How many did you sell? Why didn't you just leave through the door?"

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

There were dogs guarding the gate, so she didn't dare go over. Was this person a walking encyclopedia of questions?

The mistress had already arrived. When she saw Yan Zhuoyu perched on the wall, she cursed, "You good-for-nothing! You're causing trouble on your very first day! I might as well let you fall and die! Get down here right now, or I'll beat you to death!"

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and decided to take the gamble, making a move as if to jump.

The little boy was so frightened that he rushed forward and quickly pushed the large trash can in front of the house over to place against the wall.

With a "bang," Yan Zhuoyu landed in the trash can, wincing in pain and taking a long time to recover.

The little boy froze, then quickly peeked into the trash can, clutching the edge: "Wow, don't die..."

"I didn't kill you."

Yan Zhuoyu stood up, leaning against the trash can, a sharp pain shooting through her ankle: "Can't you say something auspicious on New Year's Eve? You're the one who's dead."

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was still alive: "I was just making an objective guess about your condition, and besides, what you said wasn't auspicious."

Yan Zhuoyu was speechless for a few seconds before saying, "Never mind, thank you. I'll repay you when I have the chance."

The woman had already chased after them from the front door, but she didn't see Yan Zhuoyu. She only saw Jiang Yu and a large trash can.

She frowned and shouted, "You brat from the Jiang family, have you seen a child who's shorter than you?"

Just as Jiang Yu was about to speak, Yan Zhuoyu gently hooked his fingers that were gripping the edge of the trash can and whispered, "Help me."

Jiang Yu was taken aback and quickly withdrew his hand, his entire face turning red from the base of his neck.

"I didn't see them. I came out to look at the stars."

As the little boy spoke, he struggled to push the trash can into the house.

The woman cursed, "You ungrateful wretch! Let him freeze to death outside, he can't stand not eating good food!"

She turned and left without looking back, since Yan Zhuoyu was a nuisance to her anyway.

After the door closed gently, Jiang Yu looked down at her hands, the blush on her face lingering for a long time.

Yan Zhuoyu poked her head out of the trash can and stared at him curiously: "Why is your face so red? Are you cold?"

Jiang Yu said with unusual honesty, "I'm very shy when you touch my hand."

"???"

Yan Zhuoyu was speechless; how could someone so seriously say they were shy...?

Just as the two were at an impasse, Yan Zhuoyu's stomach started growling with hunger.

This time it was Yan Zhuoyu's turn to blush. Jiang Yu stared at her and asked, "Why is your face so red? Are you hungry?"

"Don't you dare mimic my speech!!!"

Yan Zhuoyu was furious for only a few seconds before she calmed herself down. She said somewhat awkwardly, "Do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"Or, could you help me get out of the trash can first?"

The trash can was taller than two people, but it was quite clean inside. It was usually used to store firewood or cleaning tools, and apart from wood shavings, there was no other dirt.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and pulled her out.

"There's food, but my grandma's asleep, so we can't make too much noise. I'll make you a bowl of rice with lard and some dumplings with hot water. Can you eat that with the cold dishes?"

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes lit up, and she excitedly went up and kissed his cheek: "Thank you so much, Jiang family boy, you're such a good person!"

She casually pulled a bright red 100-yuan bill from her pocket and stuffed it into Jiang Yu's hand: "I won't eat your food for free. This is for the meal. I'll go find a hotel to stay in after I finish eating."

"you--"

Jiang Yu rubbed his face and blushed again.

He walked into the kitchen with his head down, looking somewhat puzzled, while Yan Zhuoyu watched him busily working with an admiring gaze.

Suddenly, Jiang Yu spoke up: "My name is Jiang Yu, not Jiang Jia Na Zi. My maternal grandmother said that my biological parents are coming soon and may change my name, so please call me that for now."

He paused, then added, "It's so late, it's not safe for a child like you to be out alone. You can sleep in my room tonight. I need to stay up late for Grandma's New Year's Eve, I'll find you a hotel tomorrow morning."

Yan Zhuoyu responded and called his name with a smile: "Thank you, Jiang Yu. You are such a kind person. You are the only kind person I have met in the past few days. I like you."

Jiang Yu hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help but say, "There's one more important thing: it's one thing for a boy like you to kiss me, but you can't just kiss little girls like that in the future. That's called being a pervert!"

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Yan Zhuoyu touched her slightly prickly short hair and stared at him in disbelief.

"You're the man!"