Fang Heng's mother's maiden name was Fu Xue.
If this is the Zanhua Villa where Wang Fuxue spent her childhood, it's not hard to understand why she felt a sense of familiarity upon entering.
Jiang Sheng suddenly realized.
Zheng Ruqian was struck dumb.
Wang Fufeng turned around calmly, looked at his little cousin whom he had only met once, and smiled slightly, "It seems that it has been returned to its rightful owner."
This was an admission that this was Wang Fuxue's villa.
Fang Heng suppressed his grief and lovingly stroked every brick, tile, stone, and clod of earth in the courtyard, as if he had traveled through more than a decade of time and seen that lively girl dancing gracefully among the flowers.
After a long while, he called out in a hoarse voice, "Mother."
Tears streamed down her face.
Wang Fufeng saw this and sighed deeply.
Some mothers and children are separated by death, yet their thoughts remain forever intertwined, unforgettable.
Some people are still alive, yet they don't know how to cherish and love, and treat others with indifference.
Perhaps the bond between parents and children is something that cannot be explained or described in a clear and inexplicable way.
After Fang Heng finally calmed down, he accepted the yellowed land deed without further hesitation.
Zheng Ruqian drooled wildly beside him, once again lamenting that he was not born into a prominent family and had no wealthy relatives. Although he had started a small business, he didn't even have enough money to buy his sister a house.
Suddenly, the land deed from before was handed over again.
Zheng Ruqian looked up and saw Fang Heng holding up the land deed, passing him and stopping in front of Jiang Sheng.
Zheng Lao Er, "..."
"Jiang Sheng, this land deed is yours from now on." Fang Heng looked at the adorable little girl, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness. "From now on, you will no longer be a homeless child."
The reason why homeless children are homeless is not only because they have nowhere to live, but also because they have no home, in the literal sense.
Now, Xu Mo has registered her in the household registration system, Zheng Ruqian is making money for her, and Fang Heng has given her the land deed. She no longer has any connection with the term "homeless child".
The stability I've always dreamed of is now within reach.
Little Jiang Sheng stared blankly at the land deed for a long time before whispering, "But Third Brother, this belongs to your mother, and it was given to you by your cousin."
"What's mine is yours." Fang Heng didn't give her a chance to refuse and stuffed it into her hand.
Holding Xiao Jiangsheng in his arms was like holding a blazing fire, burning in his pupils and burning in every inch of his heart.
My brother gave it to me.
Her home.
Jiang Sheng looked up and found that everyone around her was smiling at her. Everyone's eyes were full of gentleness and kindness, support and encouragement, as if to say: Congratulations, little Jiang Sheng, you have a home now.
The nine-year-old boy who had fallen in the snowy night sighed softly, smiled, and waved to her: Little Jiang Sheng, I can finally rest assured about you.
My nose felt slightly sore, and my eyes were burning hot.
But Jiang Sheng didn't want to cry, and she didn't want the people who loved and cared for her to shed tears as well. So she sniffled, grabbed the land deed, and ran to Zheng Ruqian, shouting, "Second Brother, we don't have to pay rent anymore. Are you still going to give up the workshop?"
Zheng Ruqian was speechless.
Wait a minute, wasn't I just feeling touched? How did I suddenly turn my attention to him?
Although the Zanhua Courtyard no longer pays rent, the workshop is closed and it really can't be reopened.
Zheng Ruqian said with a bitter face, "Xiao Jiang Sheng, we really can't sell the cured meat anymore. Nobody wants it even if we make it. It's better to rent it out and make more money than to keep this workshop open."
When doing business, you have to consider the gains and losses.
Jiang Sheng knew that Zheng Ruqian was right, but she saw several aunts secretly wiping away tears when the workshop closed, saying that they would not be able to afford food again. She also saw Uncle Zhang Qiquan and Aunt Cui'er sighing and saying that they did not want to go back to Shili Pu Village to face the filthy Zhang family.
Although Aunt Zhang didn't say anything, it's clear she didn't want to return to Xiyang County.
So Xiao Jiangsheng understood that the workshop was not just a workshop, but the livelihood of more than a dozen people, and it could not be closed down easily.
But she didn't want to make things difficult for her second brother. Since her third brother had already handed over the land deed to her, Jiang Sheng made up her mind and said, "Then, second brother, give me this workshop from now on."
The whole family turned their gazes toward them.
Xu Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise, Zheng Ruqian's eyes widened, Fang Heng smiled with pursed lips, and Wen Zhiyun leaned her head on Chang Yan's shoulder, all of them also raising the corners of their mouths.
Jiang Sheng is too young, and the pressure of making money and developing her career in the past two years has fallen on her three older brothers. For them, it is enough that their younger siblings can live happily.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhiyun was determined to study medicine, and Jiang Xiaosheng mustered up the courage to take over the workshop.
Although the younger siblings are young, they are not content to stay hidden in an ivory tower forever, and this spirit deserves encouragement.
After his initial surprise, Xu Mo was the first to step forward. "Little Jiang Sheng, as long as you don't lose money, this workshop is yours to do whatever you want with it. What do you think?"
"What do you mean by 'making trouble'? I can make money too, okay?" The little girl transformed into a teapot spirit again, arms on her hips, her face full of indignation.
Xu Mo suppressed a laugh and rubbed her little head. "Okay, okay, you're right. As long as you don't lose money, anything is fine."
Jiang Sheng raised her little head and said, "We won't lose money, we definitely won't, right Uncle Zhang?"
She looked at Zhang Qiquan in the distance, as if seeking his opinion.
Zhang Qiquan was taken aback.
Liu Cui reached out and pinched his waist hard.
Zhang Qiquan snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, that won't happen."
At that moment, facing the trusting eyes of the little girl and the hand of the lady placed on the soft flesh of his waist, Zhang Qiquan made up his mind that he would do whatever it took to keep the workshop going and make it bigger and bigger.
Jiang Sheng withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, her little face beaming with joy.
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