Chapter 27 Did You See It?

An Zhixia took a deep breath and said, "He is your father. I can't blame him."

In front of the child, she really couldn't say anything about the other person's father.

"It's just that Songyan caught a cold. I don't know how long she's had a fever. If she doesn't take medicine to reduce her fever, the consequences will be disastrous," An Zhixia pulled the little girl back to sit on the kang, touched the cold temperature under the sheets, and instructed her brother to light a fire.

An Zhiqiu had just gone out and came back, veins throbbing on his forehead. He tried to calm his expression and asked, "Where's your firewood?"

The village needs a lot of firewood to heat the kang in winter, so after the autumn harvest, the team will distribute wheat straw and corn core according to individual work points, and organize young and middle-aged people to go up the mountain to cut dead trees and lush branches for firewood. If the children at home are more diligent, they can pick up enough firewood for cooking every day, and the stored firewood will be enough to last until the next spring.

However, the Spring Festival had not yet passed, and there was only a small handful of firewood for cooking in the Fang family's kitchen.

Fang Lixi and Fang Songyan were afraid of making them angry, so they looked at each other and lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.

But the little girl Fang Gexin puffed out her chest and counted on her fingers and said, "Grandpa Gu, Grandma Ke, Grandpa Gao, and Grandpa Xi are old and can't stand the cold and damp, so they used our firewood.

My brother said that dad works hard every day and we can’t bother him with this matter.

When our family ran out of firewood, my brother would take my sister and me to the back hill to collect firewood.”

"The firewood we collected every day was enough to keep us warm by running around," Fang Lixi added quickly. "It was just that I was lying in bed for the past two days and didn't collect firewood, so it wasn't enough."

"So where's the quilt?"

The little girl was quick-witted and said with a frown, "Grandpa Gao's brother caught a cold and said the quilt was too thin, so he borrowed my new quilt. He also said he had no appetite, so he took away a bag of milk powder, half a can of malted milk, half a box of biscuits and canned food."

"Yes, I bought it. Grandpa Gao paid for it," Fang Songyan also tugged at his sister's sleeve and argued guiltily.

"Humph, you can't think that I'm young and can't count. One dollar may seem like a lot, but it can't even buy two kilograms of meat. Milk powder, canned food, malted milk and biscuits are all rare items, aren't they more expensive than pork?

I think they treat their older brothers and sisters as if they were me, and just give them some money and bring things home."

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows, "Oh, your family of four finally has someone who understands."

Fang Lixi's face flushed red: "When we first came, they gave us a lot of help. Now we have the ability..."

"What are you capable of? One of you tortured yourself into an ice hole, and the other endured a high fever? How old are you? You should be taken care of." She said with some regret. How can a nine-year-old child endure and become a dough that can be ravaged by others?

"If my grandparents were still alive, they would be around this age," Fang Lixi said, with tears in her eyes, buttoning the bed sheet under her. "They loved me and my sister very much. If they hadn't protected us, they wouldn't have, wouldn't have..."

An Zhixia's anger immediately dissipated.

I remember that I once starred in a very popular youth idol drama. The girl I played was a young girl who was studying alone away from home and always actively gave up her seat to the elderly when taking the bus.

Others say she is stupid and pretends.

She just smiled and wrote in the diary in her hand: I am not that kind, nor that great. I just thought, if I gave up my seat to an elderly person, then when my parents in my hometown who have difficulty walking take the bus, would there be a girl like me who would give up her seat for them?

Even crows know how to repay their parents, let alone humans?

How much pain and bitterness does it feel when a son wants to take care of his parents but they are no longer around?

"My sister didn't say that you can't help others, but you have to know the limit. When you and your family's basic living is guaranteed and you have some extra money, then you can lend a hand.

Look, because you helped those old people without restraint, your family didn't have enough to eat, and had to fish in the middle of winter by breaking ice, and you almost lost your life, and your family was worried. And because of your generosity, your father's family was almost out of food, and he had to work hard on New Year's Day.

Don’t you feel sad?

Song Yan also caught a cold and had a fever because he gave up his quilt and food for other people's grandchildren. Don't you feel sorry for him?

Your grandparents would rather you grow up healthy and happy, rather than burdened with guilt. "

Fang Lixi bit the back of her hand and sobbed, "Sister, I, I miss grandpa and grandma, I miss mom and dad..."

An Zhixia found this a little strange, but she was also moved by the way he suppressed his tears and wanted to cry.

"Sister also misses home and her family. But we can't go back. We have to look forward. Only if we live well can we live up to the expectations of our family."

The little brother started crying, and the two little girls' eyes instantly turned red as they gathered around him and cried quietly.

When they came, they were still young and didn't remember much. It was their brother who often talked about how much the elders loved them. As they talked more, their memories also changed, as if they had really felt it.

"Okay, why are you crying on the first day of the new year?" An Zhiqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and went forward to touch their heads one by one to comfort them: "We have to celebrate the new year happily! Song Yan is still running a fever. I wonder if there is a doctor on duty at the commune clinic."

An Zhixia nodded and blinked back the tears in her eyes, "Brother, take Song Yan to the infirmary. I," she clenched her fist and snorted, "I'll go meet those old guys!"

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for her brother to reply, she looked at Fang Lixi first: "They are bullying you because you are young and sensible and won't complain to your parents. They are taking advantage of your age and are bullying you. You don't want to continue to indulge them, do you?"

Fang Lixi touched her ear sheepishly, "Sister, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't, well, I shouldn't have been so generous to others and let Dad and sister suffer together. When Dad comes back in the evening, I will talk to him and ask him to seek justice for us."

"That's right, you are too superficial. When you are better, go out and play with Niu Wang and the others. Your father is strong and healthy, and he will definitely be able to support you three little ones. Don't worry about it and let it hinder your growth."

Although he agreed, An Zhiqiu still went next door to get some firewood.

Those people wanted to save face, so not only did they not stop him, they also politely asked if it was enough, and if not, they could just take more.

So An Zhiqiu really didn't hesitate to run a few more times, and only when they said tremblingly that they didn't have much firewood at home did he smile and thank them.

The three little guys opened their eyes wide and immediately felt curious.

"Did you see that?" An Zhixia gave them a look that showed them how to learn from her: "One needs to be thick-skinned, deaf, and act crazy and stupid to live comfortably."

An Zhiqiu washed his hands, took the thin quilt from home, wrapped Fang Songyan, and was about to go out.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yuan walked in from outside, exhausted. He was startled when he saw this and hurried to greet him.

(End of this chapter)