Chapter 79: Qianerdeng is a Childhood Trauma

His mother was a military doctor who grew up with my mother and was her classmate. She was also a neurosurgeon and was my attending physician from the time I was born. Unfortunately, when I was three and Fang Meng was five, Aunt Zhou sacrificed her life while saving someone.

After that, Fang Meng and his brother often stayed at Grandma Zhou and Grandpa Zhou's house. We all lived in the same compound, and they came to my house every day. Fang Meng's older brother would play with my older brother, while Fang Meng was responsible for watching over me. He liked to bully me, and he liked to braid my hair into all sorts of weird little pigtails and braids. He also liked to steal his family's cosmetics to do my makeup, making me look like a ghost. He would always drape various bed sheets over me and say that I was some kind of hero, telling me to go out and rob the rich to help the poor. He was the poor one; he would just leave me by the roadside in the compound, and all the candy and cake that others gave me would end up in his mouth.

Damn it, the more I talk about it, the angrier I get.

When she spoke to the system earlier, she was still somewhat nostalgic and her tone was very calm. She remembered Aunt Zhou, who was a very gentle aunt and whose embrace was very warm.

Her mother was in the Air Force and was rarely at home. Before she was three years old, Aunt Zhou often took care of her, would lull her to sleep, and gave her all kinds of pretty little dresses, just like her mother.

It's a pity... I gave birth to such a wretched child!

So annoying!

I can't stand it at all!

Sensing its host's escalating anger, the system shrank back in fear and dared not ask any more questions.

However, there was one thing he was particularly curious about, and he couldn't bear not asking it.

"Then, host, why do you call him Big Fatty?"

Mentioning this, Bai Nuo immediately stopped being angry and said with a gloating smile, "Because he was very fat when he was little. It seems that he was very sick after he was born and was harder to raise than me. He took a lot of special medicine, which caused his bodily functions to become disordered. He would gain weight even if he drank cold water. So Aunt Zhou gave him the nickname 'Little Fatty'."

However, I remember my grandmother saying that his health suddenly improved after he turned three, and all his functions returned to normal. Even his weight returned to the standard weight of a three-year-old boy. After he turned five, he would beat up any stranger who called him "Little Fatty." If an adult called him, he would beat up their child. If a child called him, he would pounce on them and hit them.

So before I turned twelve, I really wanted to call him... "Big Fatty."

Bai Nuo's last sentence was basically uttered through gritted teeth; he was truly seething with hatred.

However, thinking about what happened after I turned twelve, Bai Nuo frowned slightly and said in confusion, "After I turned twelve, I remember that after I regained consciousness, I sat at home waiting for him to come and play with me. He had promised to take me to catch crickets the day before. He never breaks his promises, but I waited for a long time and he never came."

It wasn't until several days later, when I regained my senses, that I learned his maternal grandfather had been transferred elsewhere, and he refused to return to the neighboring military compound—the home of his grandfather and father—and went with his maternal grandfather. It seems that a few years later, he was specially recruited into the army. So how did he end up in the countryside?

"Could it be that he offended someone in the army? Host, didn't you say he was particularly annoying?"

"No!" Bai Nuo shook her head slightly, rolled her eyes, her disdain mixed with a strange sense of pride. "He is indeed a brat, his mouth is like it's laced with poison, he's been asking for a beating since he was little. But I remember he was the most capable among his peers since he was a child, and he was specially recruited into the army, so the army won't give up on him easily. Besides, given the status of the Zhou and Fang families, unless all the elders in their families are gone, no one would dare to treat the children of these two families like that. Moreover, Brother Fang is no pushover either; he treats his younger brother like his own life."

Why is that?

"I don't care why!"

Bai Nuo stopped thinking about it if she couldn't figure it out. Anyway, it wasn't her business. She could figure out that this was an absolute secret with a little thought, and it had nothing to do with her. She could love her country, but she would never meddle in other people's business.

Seeing that its host had started acting like a rogue again, the system felt strangely relieved.

"Yes, it's none of our business. We should just live our own lives!"

"kindness!"

Bai Nuo nodded, then got up and began to pack up the wild vegetables and wood she had brought back.

The collected wood was placed in the storage room. The storage room had four walls, one of which had a tall shelf, another had a pegboard, and the other two had large wooden frames specifically for storing firewood. The two square wooden frames could hold a lot of firewood. If they were fully filled, it should be enough to keep her burning firewood in this little house all winter. When she collected firewood, she could also put some more into her storage space. She could burn as much firewood as she wanted during the winter hibernation without worry.

The wild vegetables I just picked were sorted and placed one by one into the woven baskets. Luckily, the educated youth gift package contained four bamboo baskets, two large and two small, so I didn't need to weave them myself for the time being.

However, she felt she needed to find time to weave a few more small bamboo baskets, square ones like storage boxes, specifically for placing on the shelves in the storage room to hold things. Otherwise, if she accumulated too many things, the mess and clutter would drive her obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.

After tidying everything up, Bai Nuo poured some water into a porcelain basin to wash her face and hands. She then went back to the kang (a heated brick bed) and found a bag of cotton. She also cut a large piece from the indigo corduroy, just enough to make an extra-large cushion, two throw pillows, and a long headrest to attach to the cushion.

I also cut off a piece of blue homespun cloth of the same size. I'll use this to wrap cotton as the inner core and indigo corduroy as the cover, otherwise it will be troublesome to wash later.

Just as Bai Nuo was all ready and about to start cooking after dinner, that annoying voice came from outside the door.

"Little, cough, little sister, come and eat."

Fang Meng quickly corrected himself, remembering that his elder brother from the Bai family used to call his younger sister that.

Fang Meng rubbed the tip of his nose uncomfortably, almost making that brat get angry again.

It wasn't that he was particularly kind-hearted, but rather that he was worried the little brat would complain to his older brother next time. Now that he knew who the other person was, he figured the little brat would be even more justified in complaining.

It won't be as simple as his older brother beating him up!