For the first time in his life, he hung up the phone directly.
After that, he also turned off his communication equipment directly.
Before, he couldn't control himself and always wanted to pay attention to outside comments.
It's fine now.
Just lose contact and it's all over.
…
Early the next morning, Xiang Beibei packed her things early and went out carrying her competition uniform.
It rarely rains in Beicheng, but early this morning, the weather outside became very gloomy.
Xiang Beibei expected it would rain, but she still didn't go back to get an umbrella.
It was not because there was not enough time, but because she felt that her father would come to pick her up in the evening and she would not be exposed to the rain.
Maybe dad will finish his work early today and rush over to watch her compete.
With this expectation in mind, Xiang Beibei arrived at the competition venue. When she walked to the dressing room backstage, she saw a row of fathers standing outside the door to accompany their daughters.
Xiang Beibei felt a little confused for no reason, but she still held her head high and walked in with her back straight.
In the dressing room, many mothers are helping their daughters change clothes and put on makeup.
Xiang Beibei walked to the corner and glanced at the girls in the dressing room with disappointment and envy.
If her mother is around, she will definitely help her put on makeup, otherwise she will take her to a makeup artist.
But my mother is recording a show outside now, so I can't worry about her.
Xiang Beibei went to the dressing room to change into ballet clothes, then sat in the corner, imitating other people's looks, and began to put on makeup on herself.
An aunt nearby noticed that a child as big as Xiang Beibei was actually applying makeup to herself, and asked curiously: "Child, your parents?"
Xiang Beibei looked back at her: "They are all very busy at work."
"No matter how busy you are, at least one of you must ask for leave and come and compete with your child..." The aunt muttered in a low voice, then walked over enthusiastically, "My daughter's makeup is done, let me do it for you."
"You're welcome." The warm-hearted aunt walked over to do the makeup for her and said as she was doing it, "You're quite awesome. Such a young child comes to compete alone. My daughter, even at the age of seven, doesn't dare to ride the bus alone.
!My parents must accompany me wherever I go..."
Xiang Beibei's originally happy eyes slowly dimmed.
Before her parents divorced, she was also such a little princess, pestering her parents wherever they went.
But now, she doesn't dare to be willful anymore.
Because she was afraid that if she did something bad, there would really be no possibility of maintaining this broken family.
The warm-hearted aunt didn't notice. She knew that time was tight, so she simply helped Xiang Beibei put on her makeup.
Fortunately, Xiang Beibei has a good foundation and can handle it with light makeup.
After the time was set, the staff came over and took them backstage to prepare for the competition.
Xiang Beibei drew lots and got the middle order.
When she finally got on stage, she took a deep breath and walked up confidently.
But on the stage, she saw that the people sitting under the stage were all the parents of the contestants. Some parents waited for their children to just finish the competition, then picked up their children and handed them water and food... But she couldn't see her.
's dad.
The last glimmer of hope was shattered.
Her heart was so blocked that she missed half a beat without realizing it.
By the time she reacted, it was already too late. This mistake directly caused several judges to give extremely low scores.
When she came down from the stage, her mind was confused.
She hid in a corner alone, waiting silently for the results to be announced, and watching others go on stage to receive awards.
She became more and more panicked and a little scared... She didn't get any awards, would her father stop coming to pick her up?
No, it won't happen. Dad still doesn't know if he won the prize for taking her with him. He promised to come back.
Xiang Beibei looked anxiously at the entrance.
Soon, the awards ceremony was over and the venue was over.
Xiang Beibei followed everyone out, still waiting expectantly for her father's arrival.
Dad knows that she didn't perform well today, would he comfort her?
In the past, when she made mistakes and failed in exams, her father would comfort her.
But until everyone had left and the competition venue was closed, she still could not see her father.
The rain that had been brewing all day finally fell and splashed down.
Xiang Beibei was a little cold, so she huddled under the eaves of the venue.
She finally couldn't help it and started calling her father.
But the answer she received was just a series of electronic beeps that could not be connected.
Dad said that he only likes excellent people.
Is it because he didn't win the award that he stopped paying attention to her?
She finally gave up. She squatted down, hugged her legs tightly, and cried wildly due to the loud sound of the rain.
Just then, her device finally buzzed.
She quickly looked up and saw that it was not her father, but her mother.
She quickly answered the call, and her mother's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Beibei, is your competition over yet? How are your results?"
Xiang Beibei swallowed even more and said: "I'm sorry, mom, I didn't get the award..."
Qiao Mingshi heard her daughter crying and quickly comforted her: "Beibei, it's okay. Everyone makes mistakes. If you didn't get it this time, there will be more opportunities in the future. Don't cry, don't cry..."
Qiao Mingshi on the other end slowly realized that there was not only the sound of her daughter crying, but also the sound of rain.
She asked in disbelief: "You're not still outside now, are you?"
"Well..." Xiang Beibei responded aggrievedly.
Qiao Mingshi was almost furious: "What's going on with Xiang Zichuan! I promised a few days ago that I would take good care of you..."
She realized that now was not the time to complain, so she quickly changed her words to comfort her daughter, "Beibei, don't worry, you are still at the door of the competition venue, right?"
Xiang Beibei: "Yeah."
Qiao Mingshi: "You can find a shelter from the rain and wait for a while. Mom will find someone to pick you up right away."
Qiao Mingshi hung up the phone temporarily and quickly called Wen Jiu.
After explaining the situation, he immediately sent the address of the competition venue to Wen Jiu.
…
At this point, Lu Jing hadn't gotten off work yet, and Wen Jiu was at home studying his competitors.
When Qiao Mashi heard that that bastard Xiang Zichuan left his daughter in the heavy rain, they scolded him a few words, then hurriedly went downstairs and drove to pick up Xiang Beibei.
When she found Xiang Beibei according to the address sent by Qiao Maoshi, Xiang Beibei was still huddled at the door, a thin and small person, extremely pitiful.
Wen Jiu parked the car, walked to her side with an umbrella, bent down and said, "How about you go to my car to take shelter from the rain? It's the peak hour after get off work, so you can't get a taxi."
Xiang Beibei looked up at her, stood up gently, and silently followed her to the car.
Before she came over, her mother had been telling her for more than ten minutes, asking her to listen to Aunt Wen.
Now her mother is the person who loves her most in the world, so she must listen to her mother and stop showing hostility to this aunt.
Walking to the car, Xiang Beibei took the initiative to sit in the back seat.
Wen Jiu also opened the door of the back seat and got in. She reached out to pick up her bag from the passenger seat, took out dry clothes and a dry towel and gave them to her: "You can wipe it off, don't catch a cold."
Xiang Beibei took the towel and wiped the water from his face, but he couldn't wipe it dry.
In the end, she had no choice but to hold a towel to cover her eyes and suppress her crying, but her shoulders could not control their shaking.
Wen Jiu didn't know how to coax a child... She had been in contact with Quan Haotian since she was so old, and Quan Haotian was still a little boss who didn't like to cry.
Wen Jiu hesitated for a while and felt that this matter should be addressed appropriately.
You need to ask her why she is crying first.
Is it because my father didn't come, or because my mother was too busy to care about her, or because she felt uncomfortable in the rain.
So she took the initiative to ask: "You...why are you crying? Tell me and I will help you solve it!"