Song Lao Er understood that if there were any good things, Song Ruier would get her hands on them and bring them to him as a sign of sincerity.
So he tacitly agreed.
Qiao Lian'er walked slowly with the heavy load, and was quickly caught up by Song Rui'er.
Song Ruier ate and drank well at the Song family's house and ran very fast.
"Sister Lian'er, you're out on the street too?" Song Ruier said as she followed Qiao Lian'er, her eyes glancing into the basket on her back.
However, it was covered with tattered cloth and withered branches and leaves, so he couldn't see what was inside.
"Hmm, you're blocking my way. Could you move away from me?" Qiao Lian'er stopped and frowned.
Song Ruier squeezed in her direction, so she had to move to the side. If she moved any further, she would roll off the curb.
"Sister Lian'er, are you angry with me?" Song Rui'er sighed, looking like she had a lot of grievances.
His voice lowered: "All I want is a full meal. The Qiao family doesn't even have enough food."
“I don’t blame you. You’re just making choices that are in your best interest. Staying alive is the most important thing,” Qiao Lian’er said coolly. “But from now on, we are two different families. The severance agreement has been signed. You should stay away from me so that your new parents don’t see it and start having all sorts of thoughts.”
"Sister, I actually consider you my sister." Song Ruier moved a little distance away, but still followed closely behind Qiao Lian'er.
"I didn't want to burden you and Mom, or cause trouble for the Qiao family, so I said some unpleasant things. Please don't hold it against me, sister."
"I don't care. Just don't call me sister. This letter of severance of ties isn't a joke."
Qiao Lian'er actually admired him a little. A child who was only ten years old had so many tricks up his sleeve. He resolutely signed the letter of severing ties in front of so many people, but then he came to her to curry favor, trying to have his cake and eat it too.
Did he sign the severance agreement and divorce papers as a joke? He signed them precisely to guard against his future actions.
Seeing that Qiao Lian'er looked unwell, Song Ruier stopped pressing the issue.
Seeing that Song Lao Er was getting closer, he said, "Sister Lian'er, what's in your basket? You look like you can barely walk anymore. How about I help you carry half of it?"
"Oh, no need, they're just some wooden stumps, we'll take them back to make benches."
Even though she said that, Song Ruier still stared at the basket, as if she wanted to peel it down and see for herself before she would give up.
Qiao Lian'er was thinking about how to get rid of Song Rui'er. If Song Lao Er and Song Rui'er attacked together in a little while, she would not be able to resist the two of them.
After all, Song Lao Er was also keeping an eye on her basket.
In their eyes, she was nothing more than a helpless girl, and if there was anything good about her, it was like a weak person carrying a piece of gold on the road.
Qiao Lian'er glanced around and saw Old Man Qi driving an oxcart past below. There were some things on it, but there was still plenty of space.
She hurried over and stopped the oxcart.
"Grandpa Qi, I can hardly walk anymore, can I hitch a ride on your oxcart?"
Grandpa Qi had just lost his grandson, and his face was filled with sorrow and grief. However, he was very kind and spoke in a hoarse, aged voice.
"Lian'er, you're covered in sweat, come on up."
Qiao Lian'er first put down the basket, then climbed up herself. Then Old Man Qi cracked his whip, and the oxcart set off.
Song Ruier stood there, watching Qiao Lian'er leave, a hint of resentment on her face.
Qiao Lian'er is so eager to shake him off, there must be something good in her basket.
Song Lao Er also frowned, clearly blaming Song Ruier for not handling things well.
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