"You guys are from the first grade, right? If you bully others here, be careful or I'll tell your school. I know your principal."

An Hua noticed that one of the kids was wearing a small school uniform, so she threatened him. As a result, when the kids heard that she was going to sue the school, they really lost their temper.

One of the leading children mustered up the courage to say, "We are bullying the bastard, he deserves it."

It is not enough to speak arrogantly and loudly. After all, you are a child and you have a natural fear of adults.

Zhou Meihua couldn't stand it any more. She asked, "How did he deserve it? Did he hit you, scold you, or steal your things?"

Another child said: "His father is a capitalist, a member of the exploiting class, and he still picks up rotten leaves from the vegetable market and digs into the corners of socialism."

An Hua sighed, "You kids are so quick to believe anything you hear. What does it have to do with him if his father is a capitalist? He's only a few years old, and he hasn't exploited you. Besides, everyone is picking up the rotten leaves, and the people at the vegetable market haven't said anything, so what does it have to do with you?"

The group of children looked at each other in silence.

An Hua waved her hand and said, "Go away, everyone. Study hard. It is not the behavior of a hero to bully the weak."

The children quickly scattered.

An Hua looked at the little boy who was hit by the stone. The boy just looked at her, and the hostility in his eyes faded a little, replaced by vigilance.

An Hua didn't talk to him either. She felt her pocket and found nothing in it, only a pound of food coupons and two dollars. She took them out and stuffed them into the little boy's hand, then turned around and took Zhou Meihua away.

Only when An Huan and Zhou Meihua's backs disappeared around the corner did Song Yi come out of his daze and feel the touch of the banknotes in his hand.

Noticing that some people were looking at him, Song Yi tightly held the food coupons and money and quickly ran into an alley.

The alley is located on the edge of the county town, and the houses on both sides are built of yellow mud. Song Yi ran to the end of the alley and pushed open an old wooden door. The dull and dry creaking sound woke up his father who was half asleep in the room.

"Dad, I have food coupons and money, I can take you to the hospital!" Song Yi's face was full of excitement.

Song's father's sallow face moved, and he was smiling.

"Did Aunt Hong give it to you?"

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head, "I didn't see Auntie Hong today. It was given to me by a kind person."

Song's father suddenly started coughing so loudly that it shook the earth.

"Dad!" Song Yi panicked.

After a long while, Song's father finally recovered and waved his hands weakly, "My disease cannot be cured. Don't waste the money. Keep it for your own use."

"Dad..." Song Yi murmured, "Don't die..."

Father Song curled his lips and said, "Everyone will die eventually. I just can't let you go. You are only ten years old and you don't have the ability to survive yet. How are you going to live?"

"Don't worry about me, I can support myself." Song Yi spoke in a normal tone, but with his head lowered, tears falling down his face.

How can I support myself? It's nothing more than begging for food on the street like a stray dog. Anyone who wants to beat him can beat him, and anyone who wants to scold him can scold him. Even if he is lucky enough to grow up by begging, he is just a timid and mediocre person.

Song's father didn't want his son to live like this.

He wanted his son to receive an education, learn knowledge, and one day be able to hold his head high and bring honor to the Song family again.

The world won't always be this chaotic.

At this moment, there was a noise outside.

Song Yi ran out to look, and found a cloth bag at the door, and the back of Aunt Hong was gradually getting farther away.

Song Yi shouted, but Song Chuhong didn't look back.