Xia Juntao listened quietly to Shen Ruomei's story until they reached the door of his junior uncle's house.
It was already dark, and Shen Ruomei still hadn't returned, which made Song Yan a little worried.
Hearing the door open, Song Yan came out. "It's already dark, do you know why you're only just getting home?" Song Yan's tone was stern.
Shen Ruomei's voice was a little soft. "I... I have something to do!"
It's obvious that Shen Ruomei has been crying. With a mother like that, this girl's life isn't easy.
Yueyue ran out from behind Song Yan. "Aunt Chen, the rice is in the pot, let me get it for you!"
Hearing the sounds inside, Xia Juntao left reassured. For the first time, he felt that the word "home" sounded truly wonderful.
Yueyue wasn't tall enough; Song Yan took one item at a time, and she carefully placed it on the edge of the table and pushed it inwards…
Shen Ruomei ate her meal in silence, a sense of peace settling over her.
Song Yan sat opposite her, enduring the hunger. Seeing that Ruomei was really hungry, Song Yan decided to wait until she had eaten her fill.
As soon as Ruomei entered, Song Yan noticed the injury on her lip. He immediately thought of that bastard Xia Juntao; could it have been him?
Is this what he meant by being cautious?
I'm so young, why do I always have the heart of an old mother?
Song Yan comforted herself that since Commander Shen was not around, she would have to take care of this matter no matter how you looked at it.
This is not something that will happen decades from now, where single mothers can still live a normal life.
In today's society, try getting pregnant out of wedlock and see what happens. Try giving birth to the child and see what happens. Society will definitely teach you a lesson!
Yueyue could tell that Shen Ruomei had been crying, so the clever little girl stood on the stool and diligently served her aunt food, trying to cheer her up.
After finishing her meal, Shen Ruomei looked up and was startled by the look in Song Yan's eyes. "Fourth Sister, what's wrong?"
"Are you full?"
Shen Ruomei nodded obediently, frightened.
"Come with me!" Song Yan was the first to walk out.
Yueyue is very good at reading people's expressions. She ran off to her grandma's room. She wanted to be away from her mother.
Shen Ruomei tried to grab Yueyue to keep her company, but she couldn't.
"What's wrong, Fourth Sister?" Shen Ruomei felt guilty. Had her mother caused trouble for her fourth sister?
Shen Ruomei's guilty expression infuriated Song Yan. Could this silly girl have really been taken advantage of? And to what extent?
Entering Song Yan's room, she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "What happened to the injury on your lip?"
Shen Ruomei immediately covered her lips with her hand.
Something's really wrong; look how guilty she is.
"Who bit you?" Song Yan almost blurted out, "Was it Xia Juntao who did it?"
Shen Ruomei was stunned. "Of course I injured my own lips!"
Seeing Shen Ruomei's reaction, Song Yan felt a sense of relief. "You'd better not lie!"
"My own lips could be...?" Shen Ruomei belatedly realized something. "Fourth Sister! What are you thinking? How could that be..."
"Hmph! I was just worried you'd be stupid and suffer the consequences!" Song Yan was a little embarrassed. But she seemed fine.
Shen Ruomei couldn't help but hug Song Yan and lean on her shoulder. "What if I do something stupid?"
Song Yan could sense that Shen Ruomei was eagerly anticipating this answer, as if it was also very important to her.
"Then I'll see which brat is so bold. I'll skin him alive!" Song Yan said viciously.
"Aren't you going to criticize me? If that's the case, wouldn't I be lacking self-respect and self-love?" Shen Ruomei stared at Song Yan, afraid of missing her expression. From childhood to adulthood, her mother had always called her shameless and despicable.
Song Yan smacked Shen Ruomei on the head hard. "Don't you know that parents always say other people's children are wrong?!"
"Which wild boar dares to rummage through my cabbages? I'm going to break its legs, you know?"
Shen Ruomei chuckled foolishly.
...
Not only Song Yan started school, but all the students in her family started school.
Actually, Yueyue could go to kindergarten, but she doesn't.
Song Yan felt that since Yueyue had her aunt's guidance, it didn't matter whether she went to kindergarten or not. She could let her play for a few more years while she was still young.
Song Yan has to go home every day at noon to feed her child.
The two babies seemed to enjoy their milk, and after they finished, they even pounced on the table.
They drank the rice porridge with gusto. Song Yan tried feeding them some fruit puree, and from then on, they would make "ah ah" sounds whenever they saw adults eating fruit.
We started introducing complementary foods a bit early, but the kids were really craving them. They didn't show any adverse reactions after eating the complementary foods, so we gradually increased the amount to a little bit each day.
So it doesn't matter whether Song Yan comes back sooner or later.
The department head and class advisor also made things very easy for Song Yan. If it was their last class, Song Yan could slip away early.
Duan Xueting muttered behind her back that the department head and others were biased and that Song Yan was disorganized and undisciplined.
But nobody paid any attention to that.
As the class monitor, Xia Juntao organized all the students in his class to donate money to the soldiers on the front lines after the start of the semester.
Because of his proposal, the whole school organized a donation drive.
It's not about the amount of donations, but about the students' attitude.
We can contribute to the front lines.
If the front lines need us, we are ready to fight for our country.
Most students are not well-off, but they can still afford to donate one or two yuan.
After making the donations, Xia Juntao wrote down the names of the class members who donated and the amount they donated on red paper and posted it on the wall.
Song Yan, Xia Juntao, and Shen Ruomei have ten pieces.
Ten yuan isn't a lot, but it's not a small amount either.
Duan Xueting sneered as she looked at the amount of donations. "Song Yan, Shen Ruomei, Xia Juntao, you guys are quite rich, donating so much!"
None of the three of them paid any attention to Duan Xueting. The other students in the class looked up at Duan Xueting, but no one paid her any attention either.
Now everyone in the school wants to know that Duan Xueting doesn't get along with Song Yan and Shen Ruomei.
“They donated so much money, it’s like we’re not as patriotic as they are, don’t you all think so?” Duan Xueting said.
Hao Yinzhang couldn't listen anymore. "At the beginning of the donation, not only the class monitor but also the teacher said that this was our heartfelt intention, and there was no need to compare ourselves. As long as our intentions are the same, that's enough."
What do you do all day long?!
Ugly people often cause trouble, don't you know that?
Duan Xueting was very grateful that Hao Yinzhang had picked up on her words; otherwise, what would she have said next?
"Hao Yinzhang, don't think you're standing up for your best friend. Do you even know what they've done?"
"They're just showing off with ten yuan. Do you know how much money they actually made?" Duan Xueting said smugly.
Everyone in the class thought Duan Xueting was stupid.
Don't they all know how much they donated? It's all clearly written on that big piece of paper. Do you think they could possibly embezzle money?
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