The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 257 - : The Sweetness of Young First Love (Part 1)

Chapter 257: 257: The Sweetness of Young First Love (Part 1)

“You call yourself a Luo Family member just because you were said to be adopted; you’re nothing but a bastard child who just happened to be born the right gender.”

Luo San kept his head down, letting her curse.

Luo Qinghe finished his tea in the cup, got up, and as he passed by her, he left a word, “Don’t let my mom see you again in the future, otherwise,”

He laughed, but did not continue.

After he left, Luo San took a deep breath.

In fact, the adults in the Luo Family did not always bully her; they just harbored disgust in their eyes and turned a blind eye to all she endured and encountered. She feared Luo Qinghe and Luo Yinghe more, but Luo Qinghe, she feared the most.

Luo Qinghe looked like her mother; Luo San was very afraid of this Madam of the Luo Family. Xiao Family had been sick for many years, sometimes better, sometimes worse. When her condition was good, she would lock herself up, hardly ever leaving her room. When her condition was bad, she would always cause trouble, make noise, and berate others, even harming herself, especially couldn’t bear to see Luo San; every time she saw her, she would have an episode.

One night, Luo San was asleep when suddenly someone choked her neck, she opened her eyes to see Xiao Family’s eyes wishing to tear her apart.

“You bastard child.” Xiao Family strangled her throat, cursing her, “Zhou Qingmeng’s bastard!”

Zhou Qingmeng…

This was the first time Luo San heard this name. She wanted to ask who Zhou Qingmeng was, whether she was her mother, but Xiao Family was strangling her neck so tightly that her fingernails almost broke into her flesh.

“All you Zhous deserve to die, and you’re an incest bastard who deserves death even more!” Xiao Family’s eyes were bloodshot, she cursed wildly, “Die, just die!”

Luo San with eyes open, stared at the ceiling, her vision getting blurrier and blurrier…

Bang—

He Xiangxiu rushed in: “Madam.” She stepped forward to pull Xiao Family’s hand away, “Madam, please stop!”

Afterward, Luo San thought, if Aunt Xiu had arrived a minute later, she probably would have gone to heaven, wondering if they would fill her belly with food there, and if they would serve braised pork.

Xiao Family was severely ill that time, having swallowed a handful of sleeping pills. Thankfully, she was found early and rescued. After the dust settled, Luo Qinghe sought to settle the score, pinning all the blame on Luo San.

Luo San remembered that day, Aunt Liu in the kitchen had gotten up early to prepare lunch. Aunt Liu said that the Luo Family had an important guest coming, He Xiangxiu asked her who was coming, and Aunt Liu said, “The Young Master Jiang is here.”

The Young Master Jiang.

Luo San had heard of him through the lips of Luo Qinghe, seemingly the Young Master from the Luo Family’s relative’s side, who, due to poor health, had not visited much.

In the morning, Luo Qinghe came to the flower room, dismissed Ah Bin and Master Peng, leaving only Luo San inside. Luo San knew that she was there to settle her mother Xiao Family’s account.

“Didn’t I tell you not to provoke my mom? Now you’re not just mute, you’re deaf too?”

Luo San was ‘mute’ and wouldn’t talk back no matter how much she was scolded.

The flower room was warm all year round, and the roses were blooming beautifully. Luo Qinghe picked one and held it in her hand: “Luo San, oh Luo San, why are you so detestable, just like your mother.”

As she spoke, the rose also fell, landing on Luo San’s body. Since she was working, she was wearing thin clothing, and the thorns pierced through, right into her flesh.

Luo Qinghe asked, “Does it hurt?”

It didn’t hurt.

Since birth, she’d had difficulty feeling pain, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of being beaten, just like not feeling hunger didn’t mean she didn’t need to eat or that she didn’t love meat.

She was a freak, but not invulnerable, only speechless.

“Why don’t you scream? How come you’re not screaming?”

The ground was covered with roses; the reckless young girl laughed provocatively, “Oh, I forgot, you’re a mute.”

The ‘mute’ on the ground said nothing, just hugging her arms and curling into a ball.

“Why are you still alive?” Luo Qinghe discarding the wilted rose in hand, picked two more branches, “If I were you, I’d have killed myself.”

She wouldn’t kill herself; she was going to wait for her mother and uncle to come for her.

“For a retard like you, being alive is just a waste of my Luo Family’s food.” Luo Qinghe flung the rose stems onto her face, “Oops, there’s blood now.”

She buried her head, using her sleeve to wipe the blood on her face.

“Does it still not hurt?”

It hurt.

But she didn’t know where it hurt.

“Truly a bastard child, destined to suffer from the moment of birth.” Luo Qinghe held two thorny roses and lashed them against Luo San’s body.

Rose petals scattered all over the floor, as red as blood.

“Hey.”

It was a young man’s voice, accompanied by several coughs.

Hearing this, Luo Qinghe turned around to see a handsome and pale face. Recognizing such good looks, she smiled gently, “You must be Jiang Zhi.”

At the time, Jiang Zhi was sixteen and in poor health.

“Come here.” He pointed to Luo San, “Come and lead the way for me.”

Luo Qinghe dropped the flowers, cleaning her hands with a handkerchief, “I’ll lead the way for you.”

“I want him to lead.” He didn’t even glance at Luo Qinghe, “Can you hear me? Come over.”

That was the first time Luo San met Jiang Zhi.

Ah, so there are people in the world who are so good-looking. That was her only thought at the time.

The handsome boy asked her name, and the mute girl wrote her name on the ground, along with her cat’s name. She was Luo San, and her cat was Luo Si.

The characters were crooked and twisted, and she deeply regretted at the time—why hadn’t she practiced her writing more? That way, she could have shown him beautiful characters.

When the Young Master from Jiang Family made a visit, he brought presents for everyone, one for each member of the Luo Family, except for Luo San, despite her also bearing the surname Luo.

After lunch, Jiang Zhi came looking for her in the attic.

She was startled and hurriedly hid behind the door.

Jiang Zhi didn’t enter but said from the doorway, “I didn’t know there was someone like you in the Luo Family, so I didn’t prepare a gift for you.” He coughed twice, “I’ll make it up to you next time.”

“Cough cough cough cough cough…”

He kept coughing.

She, hiding inside, pressed her ear against the wall and listened intently. After a while, the sounds ceased, and she poked her head out, only to find he was gone, but there was a jar of milk left at the door.

Sweet and delicious.

When the weekend came, Tang Xiang returned, and she dragged Tang Xiang up to the attic.

“What’s going on?” Tang Xiang asked, not even setting down her bag.

Luo San closed the door, picked up a piece of charcoal from the ground, and clumsily drew a boy with only three strands of hair on his head.

Tang Xiang crouched down to see: “Who did you draw here?”

Since she couldn’t speak, she drew a flower next to the boy.

The young man was so good-looking, just like a flower.

“What’s this supposed to be?” Tang Xiang still didn’t understand.

Luo San then wrote an ugly character on the ground.

“Jiang?” Tang Xiang guessed, “Young Master Jiang?”

She nodded vigorously.

Young Master Jiang had visited the Luo Family a few days ago, and Tang Xiang knew about it: “What did you ask him?”

She pointed to herself, wrote “Luo San” in two characters, and then pointed to the boy with three strands of hair.

“Did you ask his name?”

She nodded as if pounding garlic.

Tang Xiang said, “His name is Jiang Zhi.”

Know.

Luo San wrote this character on the ground.

Tang Xiang shook her head, “Not that one.” Taking a small piece of charcoal, she wrote another character next to ‘知’, “This one, the Zhi in weaving.”

The Zhi in weaving.

Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi…

She finally knew his name, and she was so slow; it took many lessons from Tang Xiang before she could write her own name, yet she learned how to write Jiang Zhi’s name after just one glance.

The good-looking young man was called Jiang Zhi.

When Jiang Zhi came to the Luo Family again, it was half a month later. This time he didn’t bring gifts for the others but carried a delicate bag up to the attic.

“For you.” He didn’t come in but handed the bag over, “A gift, for everyone in the Luo Family.” His meaning was, everyone in the Luo Family was accounted for last time, this was to make up to her.

Luo San hid behind the door, timidly reaching out to take it, her hand small, dry, very thin, and very dark.

The gift was a box of pink candies, packed in a pretty glass container; Jiang Zhi hadn’t chosen it himself—he wouldn’t know how to pick gifts. It was chosen by his “fair-weather friends.”

“Fair-weather friends” were calling from below: “Brother Zhi.”

Young men, in their flippant manner.

“I’m coming.”

Jiang Zhi responded and went downstairs.

Luo San, hiding behind the door, peeked out furtively, watching him.

“Did you deliver the gift?” It was the seventeen-year-old Xue Baoyi.

The gift was his idea, thinking it was for a young lady; he picked something pink and tender, sweet and delightful.

Jiang Zhi glanced back at the attic absent-mindedly and grunted in acknowledgment.

“Is it for Luo Qinghe or for Luo Yinghe?” Xue Baoyi could whistle at girls since he was just a teen, sly and naughty, never thinking about anything serious.

Jiang Zhi just gave him a cold look, ignoring him.

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That only egged him on, and he exclaimed in an old man’s tone, “Ah, our Brother Zhi is finally of the age to have spring dreams, knowing to give gifts to young ladies.”

Jiang Zhi: “Get lost.”

The girl secretly watching from the attic giggled to herself.

Yes, she was a young girl, fourteen years old—supposedly the age of blossoming, yet she seemed more like a blade of grass.

From that day on, Luo San grew fond of pink, of sweets, of the beautiful glass box, and of a handsome young man.