So what?
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The air was okay today. Bo Xin was alone. She had to go quite far, and she also had to worry about whether it would snow or rain.
She could bring an umbrella, but what could an umbrella block in heavy rain?
The experience was terrible.
Bo Xin looked at the sky ahead—neither fully overcast nor clear. Besides her delicate umbrella, she bought a large one at a nearby department store.
The old-fashioned curved-handle umbrella could also be used as a cane, especially useful on unpaved muddy roads.
Next to the department store was a bookstore. Bo Xin went in and casually browsed. Did the classics have pinyin? Unlike her adopted son at home, her biological son liked things with depth.
From the books she brought from his room—corners rolled, missing pages, and worst of all, the whole thing wrinkled.
Someone had deliberately damaged them.
Jiang Yuxu had picked them up and tried to piece them together. That was what Bo Xin saw.
When packing, she took these things. Others would think it unnecessary to bring such junk.
So these must have special meaning to Jiang Yuxu.
If she remembered correctly, the name on them was...
Bo Xin turned to ask the bookstore owner, "Perhaps you know a person named He Yewan?"
A very unique and pleasant name.
Since seeing that name, Bo Xin had been actively inquiring about this person. Apparently, he gave Yuxu books to read and taught him to recognize characters.
Unfortunately, the Li family's targeting and his own weak personality made him increasingly distressed.
Once, when he was caught sending a book, Yuxu was slapped by the Li family.
Then he moved away. Now he worked as an elementary school teacher in the city.
Bo Xin thought he must have felt helpless.
She picked out a set of original, undamaged children's books and went to the counter. "How much?"
"Twelve."
Bo Xin had cash. "Here's twenty. Keep the change. Consider it thanks for telling me about this person."
The owner was surprised. This name was familiar to him, and the woman in front of him was beautiful. Could he have unintentionally made a match?
"Is this person important to you?"
Bo Xin explained, "Important to my child. He was basically his first teacher."
The owner pocketed the money and said nothing more. He hadn't expected Bo Xin to look so young and already have a child.
Since the place was far and on the way, Bo Xin decided not to return to the hotel. She used the bookstore's phone to call the hotel, asking Bo Xiao to drive over.
It had started drizzling. On the uneven concrete road, puddles appeared.
When the car arrived, Bo Xin stepped back.
"...Be careful when driving."
"Sorry, sorry. It's just that we're almost in town; I thought the road was good."
The water was all connected; he really hadn't noticed the big puddle.
Bo Xin didn't blame him. She only said after getting into the car, "It'll get better from now on."
In the back seat, Jiang Yuxu sat on one side, looking out the window. Clearly, he was still angry.
Such a young kid, but with such a big temper.
Bo Xin brushed away the hair on Jiang Yuxu's forehead. She thought, maybe the gloominess was because his hair was too long and covered his eyes.
She could cut it shorter when they got back. Then he'd become a cheerful child?
Forget it. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't match the word 'cheerful.'
"What exactly are you angry about?"
Jiang Yuxu swallowed. This was probably the first time he heard a conciliatory tone from Bo Xin. Had she thought about it all the way and, unable to find the reason, finally had to ask him for the answer?
Forget it. She clearly didn't have that kind of nerve.
"Books say durian smells very good."
"Books also said that if you truly liked someone, you wouldn't mind their scent."
Bo Xin frowned, her tone turning serious. "Tell me, which book taught you that?"
The air was silent for a moment. Jiang Yuxu turned his head even more.
Was he even angrier now?
Kids are really hard to understand.
And books—it's not good for kids to rely too much on what's written in them.