Chapter 47 Watching Her Go In



He looked down on her.

Although she is slow, isn't she becoming more and more proficient?

Who is born with this ability?

Besides, everyone is busy, how can she escape?

She doesn't care about small things, but she can't be vague about big things, otherwise how will people on the mountain look at her in the future?

"Third Master, go back and look for it yourself first," Song Qingci said, "If you can't find it, just wait a while. I'll look for it when I'm resting. Right now, everyone is busy collecting the mail. Even if you've finished writing your letter, there's no one to deliver it. It won't take a while."

Mr. Fu San was a little surprised.

He paved the steps, but the little girl kicked them over?

So stubborn.

"Okay." Mr. Fu San agreed.

But the others helped to urge Song Qingci: "Miss Song, go back and help the Third Master. We have to beg for food in a hurry."

"That's right, Mrs. Zhang is right. You don't even have the energy to do this. Just wait to starve to death."

"The Third Master is really amazing. He even has friends who can send us food."

Song Qingci was helpless and could no longer hold on.

If she persists, she will become a "sinner" on the mountain.

That is, who is this friend of Mr. Fu Sanye?

He didn't mention it before?

As Song Qingci followed Mr. Fu Sanye towards his residence, all sorts of random thoughts ran through his mind.

Mr. Fu Sanye has always known the situation on the mountain, but he did not ask his friend for help. It can be seen that his relationship with this friend is probably not very close.

Just like her, if she talks to her mother and sister, she will feel absolutely no burden.

Mom, I’m hungry, give me money.

Sister, I’m hungry, give me money.

But now Mr. Fu San has spoken. Is it also because... he has run out of tricks?

Alas, it would be difficult for Mr. Fu San to ask for help.

“Ouch!”

Mr. Fu San didn't know how to stop, but Song Qingci didn't notice and bumped into his back, covering his head and crying in pain.

"Third Master's body is too hard." She couldn't help but complain.

Master Fu San: “…”

The girl is obviously married, but she speaks so bluntly.

"Why did you stop suddenly?" Song Qingci asked, rubbing his head.

Mr. Fu San was holding a lantern, his eyes fixed on her originally smooth and white arms.

Now, there are many red scratches on my arms, which makes me feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"I just asked you a question, and you didn't answer me."

"Ah? Sorry, I didn't hear it." Song Qingci said hurriedly, "What did the Third Master ask me just now?"

"I ask you, why do you want to help?"

Song Qingci looked at him puzzledly, "Why would you ask that, Third Master? I live and eat on the mountain. Everyone's busy now, so isn't it reasonable for me to go and lend a hand?"

"You won't."

Song Qingci was a little angry. "I don't know, but I can learn. Besides, everyone else is busy. If I go back to sleep, how will others look at me in the future?"

She also has her dignity!

"You don't stay in the mountains for long, and I didn't realize before that you care about what others think of you."

Song Qingci: "People leave their names behind, just as wild geese leave their voices behind, and there are also the demands of one's own inner self. I actually care a lot about what others say about me, but if it's just nonsense, then it's not really about me, so why should I care?"

Mr. Fu San looked at her, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The little girl was angry. Her chest heaved as she spoke, her face turned red with anger, and she looked as bloated as a pufferfish.

Song Qingci thought, laugh, laugh, laugh at your uncle!

Doesn't she understand the most basic social etiquette? Or is she ignorant of the sufferings of the world?

"That's because I misunderstood. Although the little girl is small, she has a strong will to never give up."

"Third Master, I'm not a little girl anymore." Song Qingci solemnly clarified.

She didn't like the name.

Treating her like a child, how old is he?

He wasn't old enough to talk to her in such an air of sophistication.

"Go back, wash up, apply some medicine, and get some rest." Master Fu San changed the subject. "If there are continuous heavy rains, the weather turns cold, and the seasons change, I'm afraid many elderly people and children in the mountains will get sick. I'll have to trouble you then."

After a pause, he continued, "Every profession has its own expertise. What you can do, others cannot."

Song Qingci understood that he was telling him that he didn't need to help with farm work.

He means well.

"Yeah." She was not so ungrateful as to agree.

Song Qingci wanted to ask him if it was difficult to ask others for food. If so, why not let her do it?

Then she thought again, her family members had not arrived yet, so she couldn't reveal her true identity.

"Third Master, I want to write a letter to the capital. Do you have any connections to help me send it back? My family will pay for it."

"Okay, no money needed."

"Thank you very much, Third Master. I still have to give you the money. I can't let you do me a favor in vain."

"Go back and rest."

As they were talking, the two men had already reached the gate of the courtyard. Master Fu San started talking, but he did not move.

Song Qingci bowed to him and walked towards his room.

When she reached the door, she found that Mr. Fu San had not moved yet, and was looking at her with a lantern in his hand.

The moonlight is bright, and the ground is covered with silver frost.

The tall figure of the Third Master was projected onto the ground, making him look even longer.

"Third Master?" Song Qingci called him in confusion.

Is he possessed by Wong Tai Sin at this hour of night?

It's scary.

"You go into the house, I'll watch you go in before you leave."

Song Qingci understood after a moment's thought that he just wanted to send himself back, and writing the letter to find something was just an excuse.

But he just spoke without thinking. Maybe he had already written a letter for help, but he just changed it and used it here as an excuse.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!

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