DAVM Chapter 89.2

He found a book aggrievedly, brought it to Si Tian aggrievedly, and shouted aggrievedly: “Why is Mom angry?”

Si Tian took the book and faced Ji Zhile’s question. She did not know where to start. Counting it in detail, Ji Zhile did a lot of things today.

Si Tian thought of the staff’s report just now and picked out the key points first: “Ji Zhile, how many ice creams did you eat today?”

Ji Zhile immediately panicked and twisted his fingers together. Why would his mother ask this? Wasn’t it already over? Did anyone tell his mother, but didn’t they all agree to keep it a secret for him?

“Ji Zhile, what are you thinking?”

Ji Zhile lowered his head and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito, “Three.”

Si Tian sneered: “Three? But when I asked you this afternoon, you said that was the second one?”

Ji Zhile defended himself in a low voice: “That was the second one I ate after taking a nap. I didn’t lie.”

When Si Tian heard this, she was about to laugh angrily. She did not know whether Ji Zhile was smart or stupid. Isn’t this a good way to talk? Anyway, he did not lie. She had misunderstood.

“You didn’t explain clearly, so I misunderstood.” Si Tian said, but it seemed that she was a little less confident. After all, she did not ask clearly at the time.

With a light cough, Si Tian decided to focus on the back: “Didn’t we say that we have to go to bed at nine o’clock when we participate in the show?”

Ji Zhile pointed at each other: “But there’s still one minute left until nine o’clock…”

“Can you tell a story in less than a minute? Will you fall asleep until you finish telling a story? Ji Zhile, don’t treat others as fools. I know what you are thinking.” Si Tian said.

Ji Zhile was stunned. Does his mother really know what he was thinking?

He felt guilty. He did say that on purpose when he was eating ice cream today. He also wanted to play more tonight. But, his mother even knew about it.

Ji Zhile really did not dare to speak now.

Si Tian said: “Mom also knows that everyone wants to hear stories.”

Ji Zhile nodded slightly, feeling that his mother was a little gentler now, but Si Tian’s next sentence made Ji Zhile completely overthrow his thoughts.

“Mom also wants to hear the story now, so Zhile can tell it to me until ten o’clock.”

Ji Zhile was stunned and looked at the clock. It was nine twenty-five now.

Si Tian urged: “Hurry up, just tell me this story. I have chosen it for you. Don’t you want to hear the story? You can tell it to yourself now.”

Since Ji Zhile wanted to play, Si Tian would let him play as much as he wanted. He will still get up at 6:30 tomorrow, and she will use all means to wake him up.

The storybook was also marked with pinyin. Even if Ji Zhile did not know some characters, he could still read them according to the pinyin: “Mom…”

Ji Zhile’s voice was soft and pleading as he called her.

Si Tian smiled: “Hurry up, I can’t wait any longer.”

Ji Zhile lowered his head feebly, pointed at the text, and began to read word by word—

Si Tian also made a request: “Be a little emotional. It doesn’t look like you are telling a story.”

Ji Zhile curled his lips, not daring to raise objections, and changed his tone, like reading poetry in kindergarten.

“Sit up straight, don’t hunched over.”

Ji Zhile silently changed his sitting posture.

After reading a story, Ji Zhile said, “Mom, I want to drink water.”

Si Tian gave him a glass of water, and after he drank it, she said, “Keep reading, it’s not time yet.”

She used what Ji Zhile said to block Ji Zhile. Ji Zhile had no choice. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t.

The only sound in the room was the sound of children reading.

Finally, when the time came, Si Tian let Ji Zhile go back to sleep. When Ji Zhile went to put away the books, he muttered to himself blankly: “Mom has changed… Mom is not like this today…”

Si Tian heard it and sneered: “I haven’t changed. This is the real me, and I will never change in my life.”

Ji Zhile’s small shoulders trembled, and he returned to his room in silence.

Ji Ningyi had not gone to sleep yet and was waiting for him. Seeing Ji Zhile’s eyes were red and looking like he was about to cry, Ji Ningyi asked him worriedly: “Zhile, stop crying.”

Ji Zhile said, “I didn’t cry!”

He did not like his brother now either because just now his brother went back to the room alone without accompanying him.

Ji Zhile washed his hands and face, ran to the bed by himself, lifted the quilt, and fell asleep.

Ji Ningyi’s voice came from the bedroom: “Zhile, don’t be sad. If you don’t make your mother angry in the future, she won’t criticize you.”

Ji Zhile did not say anything. He turned over and pulled the quilt over his head. He was still sad. His gentle mother was gone and would never come back. (T/N: Si Tian: Sorry, Kid, there is no word ‘gentle’ in my dictionary!)

 

 

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