Chapter 1479: Character Side Story: An Mingyu · Loneliness

Character Side Story: An Mingyu · Loneliness

An Mingyu's name came from her mother. Her mother was called An Yu, so her father named her Ming Yu.

She didn't originally have the surname An. When her parents had an accident in a car crash during her childhood, because her father's side was all alone and had no one to rely on, this poor child could only be adopted by the An family.

To prevent the young Mingyu from suffering more harm from the outside world, the An family changed her surname and claimed that she was the daughter of the An family's second son, An Ning.

An Ning was loose and lazy, obsessed with fortune-telling, and had no job. As a man, it was not easy for him to raise a girl, so An Mingyu was raised by the An family's third daughter, An Jing, since she was a child.

At that time, An Jing was not very old either, having just graduated and found a sales job. She thought her life had just begun, but who would have thought she would directly skip countless intermediate links and become a single "mother" living with a "daughter."

However, An Jing had no complaints about this.

Her sister An Yu had loved her since she was a child. She was extremely painful after her sister left. Mingyu's existence was like a comfort to family affection, at least making An Jing feel that her sister might be using this way to accompany her.

Just like that, An Mingyu grew up under the care of her aunt.

As everyone knows, sales is a very consuming and busy profession. Even if An Jing tried her best to compress her working hours every day, striving to leave time to accompany little Mingyu, for the sake of making a living, she was inevitably involved in the quagmire of the workplace, not only making herself exhausted but also making little Mingyu, who had finally found warmth from her aunt, understand the taste of loneliness even more.

Her only expectation every day was to talk to her aunt who came home from work for a while.

However, An Jing, who had said countless words outside, only wanted to be quiet after work. Her companionship for An Mingyu changed from meticulous care at the beginning to daily exhortations, then to smiling touches, and finally reduced to silence.

Gradually, An Mingyu also lost her desire for communication in this mechanical family affection, gradually evolving into a growth of following the rules.

This was not a good family atmosphere, nor was it a happy childhood experience.

The busy An Jing seemed to have adapted to this rhythm and never found anything wrong, until one day she returned home with an exhausted body and saw An Mingyu sitting blankly on the sofa with her head down, ignoring her greeting...

At that moment, An Jing suddenly reddened her eyes.

Mingyu wasn't like this. She was clearly a strong and laughing girl, so why was she not even speaking now?

An Jing stood at the doorway, tears streaming down her face. She kept recalling all the experiences of the past few months, wanting to find the reason that made Mingyu lose her smile in the busy past.

However, as she searched her memory, she found that Mingyu's smile didn't disappear suddenly, but was gradually smoothed out by her "neglect" over a long period of time.

She realized she was wrong. Life shouldn't be like this, Mingyu shouldn't be like this, and she shouldn't be like this!

Looking at Mingyu sitting blankly on the sofa without saying a word, she couldn't help but think: this poor child might also be resenting herself.

Clearly her sister had handed her over to herself, and she also wanted to raise her well, but why did everything become like this?

An Jing sat helplessly at the doorway, hugging her knees and sobbing.

A long time later, she wiped her tears—not because she had cried enough, but because she was afraid her helplessness would be seen by Mingyu, making the fragile other party feel fear.

She raised her head and looked at Mingyu on the sofa again, only to see the little girl who had been silent just now standing in front of her, looking at her timidly and handing her a tissue:

"Aunt, why are you crying? Did Mingyu do something wrong?"

An Jing's tears burst forth. She hugged Mingyu and cried loudly: "No, Mingyu is very good, Mingyu is the best. It's Aunt who is bad, Aunt was wrong, Aunt is sorry for you..."

An Jing's emotions swept toward the helpless An Mingyu like a storm. An Mingyu curled up in her aunt's arms, her body trembling slightly, biting her lip. She seemed a little scared, but still gathered her courage to pat her aunt's back, comforting her:

"Aunt is very good, Aunt didn't do anything wrong, Aunt don't say sorry, okay?"

An Jing also knew that her ugly appearance must have scared the child. She wiped her tears again, pressed her hands on Mingyu's weak shoulders, and said with a face full of apology: "Sorry Mingyu, Aunt has never been a 'mother,' it was Aunt who ignored your feelings. This should have been your happiest and most joyful age, but Aunt made you lose your smile... It's all Aunt's fault."

An Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then became a little angry:

"Aunt didn't do anything wrong!

Aunt is already very tired from making money to raise me. Home is a place to rest. Aunt is tired and needs to rest. Disguises are for people outside. You should take off your disguise for family..."

"?"

An Jing was stunned. She had never thought that the young Mingyu could say these words. This clear logic even made her brain stall for a moment. She said in disbelief: "Where did you learn these?"

An Mingyu pointed timidly at the TV: "The TV said it, I... just watched for a while..."

An Jing's tears flowed again.

Her education of the child was not even as much or as transparent as a TV...

Just when her brain was in chaos and she looked at the TV, little An Mingyu spoke again:

"Besides, I always smile. I smile when I see the little bird on the windowsill, I smile when I sleep sweetly, I smile when I sneak a look at the TV, and I smile when I see Aunt...

But the TV said that smiling is not always the antidote. When people are tired, smiling might make tired people put on their disguises again.

I don't want Aunt to put on a disguise, I want Aunt to rest at home, so I don't dare to smile..."

"..."

An Jing bit her lip, biting it all the time, until the blood stained it, and finally couldn't hold back the emotions erupting in her heart, and pulled Mingyu into her arms again.

This is Mingyu, this is her sister's daughter, her kindness is just like her sister's. Even if she is just a child, she is thinking for herself.

But what about herself...

An Jing, are you worthy of

An Jing cried until she was exhausted; she sat by the door and fell into a drowsy sleep. An Mingyu, having struggled in vain in her arms—unable to drag her aunt away and unable to save herself—simply found a comfortable position and fell asleep along with her aunt.

This was the most soundly they had slept in many days.

One had completely shed her disguise, and the other had once again embraced familial affection.