Only when you almost die, you realize how good it is to be alive.
The young boy had profound thoughts that were completely different from others.
He looked at Jiang Nian without blinking and shook his head.
"That's not enough. Just a thank you is not enough."
Jiang Nian saw the stubbornness in Zhao Xiaobei's eyes, as well as his maturity that was different from that of ordinary children.
She smiled gently, touched his head and asked softly.
"Xiaobei, then tell me, if a simple thank you is not enough, what else are you going to do?"
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaobei frowned and began to think seriously.
He was still a child, with little strength and age, no money, and no way to earn money.
All the things Aunt Jiang needed help with were given to Song Yingying, and he could not help at all.
Others...
For example, cleaning the yard, tidying up the vegetable garden, watering and weeding...
These things were very common, Zhao Xiaobei would do them all the time, without Jiang Nian telling him.
In addition to this.
Is there anything else he can do?
Zhao Xiaobei racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.
He pondered in distress for a long time, and finally could only shake his head helplessly at Jiang Nian.
"Aunt Jiang, I'm sorry, I can't think of..."
Jiang Nian smiled and said, "Xiao Bei, it doesn't matter if you can't think of it. Aunt Jiang knows."
When Zhao Xiaobei heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he moved a little closer to Jiang Nian.
"Xiaobei, do you know what is most important to adults?"
"Money? Rice?"
"No. Money and rice are the most important things in life. In the hearts of adults, the most important thing is children, children like you, Xiaobei. In the heart of Captain Zhao, you are the most important. In the heart of Aunt Jiang, my An An is the most important. Do you understand this?"
"I understand." Zhao Xiaobei nodded seriously, "In the past, when we had no food to eat, my mother would give me the steamed bread even though she was hungry herself."
Talking about his deceased mother, Zhao Xiaobei couldn't help but feel sad.
His youthful yet mature demeanor was clearly evident.
Zhao Xiaobei kept his head raised stubbornly and looked into Jiang Nian's eyes.
He asked, "Sister An An is the most important in Aunt Jiang's heart."
"That's right, Xiaobei, you are very smart. If you really want to help Aunt Jiang, you can play with An An more and take care of An An."
"If I do this, will Aunt Jiang be happy?"
Jiang Nian nodded, "Of course, I will be very happy."
"Okay. Aunt Jiang, I'll remember that."
A tiny seed landed on the boy's heart.
In the countless days that followed, it gradually took root and sprouted.
One day, when he looked back, it had already turned into a towering tree.
Inside the house, two people, one big and one small, were talking.
There was a knock on the door.
Song Yingying happened to be in the yard, so she went over and opened the door.
"Hello, does Jiang Yuzhi live here?"
Outside the door was Ye Lanlan's smiling face.
As she spoke, she observed Song Yingying.
After all, Song Yingying was her former roommate and also the person she wrote into the novel.
But Ye Lanlan didn’t feel anything unusual about Song Yingying, nor could she see any complicated emotions in her eyes.
On the contrary...
That look of arrogance and sidelong glance at people has never changed in Song Yingying from beginning to end.
snort.
Song Yingying, no matter how good your background is, it’s nothing great.
In this world, your professors and grandparents are no longer your pillars of support, but a stain on your life!
Ye Lanlan snorted in her heart, but the hypocritical smile on her face did not change at all.
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