Chapter 125 There are too many pitiful people and things in this world.
She took the glass, poured him a drink, placed it in front of him, then sat down on the sofa next to him and stared at him.
Seeing the man take a sip and then lean back on the sofa, she immediately moved slightly closer to him and asked again, "Why can't I come in?"
The man turned slightly to the side, glancing at her. "What?"
"No." Momo tensed up instantly when he stared at her like that, and immediately shrank back. "I was just curious, and they looked quite pitiful."
The two children were dressed in tattered clothes and looked pale and thin, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition. She had never seen children like that before.
"Pitiful?" The man scoffed at the word. "Pitiful? What's so pitiful about it?"
"Is it pitiful to not let them in?"
"..." Momo paused slightly, "That's not what I meant."
"I felt sorry for them because they looked so thin and haggard."
Fu Yungui scoffed, "Huang Momo, there are too many pitiful people and things in this world. You think they are pitiful, but look at the many children in the Wa State region whose hands and feet have been chopped off for drug trafficking. Don't you think people who were born into war are pitiful?"
"..." Momo was stunned.
Of course they were all pitiful. She knew that Fu Yungui was right; there were simply too many things in this world that deserved pity and sympathy.
But seeing too many doesn't mean you won't feel sympathy and pity; it's an uncontrollable reaction.
Although she knew that even with compassion, she couldn't change anything.
"I was just curious, I'm not going to ask anymore," she said casually, then sat up straight and stopped looking at him.
The man glanced at her, then remarked, "Didn't you see the sign at the door?"
Momo was taken aback. What was at the door? She thought for a long time but couldn't remember. It seemed like she had never had any impression of that place.
"No unauthorized personnel allowed," the man said, enunciating each word clearly.
Momo paused for a moment, then stared at him. "Since they are Aunt Sang's children, how can they be considered idle people?"
The man laughed, "Do you even know what a freeloader is?"
Momo frowned. Of course she understood. "Then I'm considered an idle person, right?" After all, she didn't belong here.
Fu Yungui chuckled, drank the wine in his glass, got up and went upstairs. He stopped as he passed by her, then reached out and pinched her cheek.
"Since you're considered a family member, you can come in."
After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the stairs.
"..." Momo paused on the sofa, feeling the warmth from his touch. What kind of family member was she?
She is not anyone's family member.
The girl watched his leisurely figure disappear around the corner, her cheeks puffed out in anger.
After dinner, Fu Yungui and Nar went out together.
Momo was bored and didn't want to go to bed early, so she thought of going to the kitchen to talk to Aunt Sang.
Aunt Sang was cleaning in the kitchen when she saw her coming over, and thought she needed something.
"Miss Momo, what kind of fruit would you like to eat?" Aunt Sang stopped what she was doing and turned around to ask her.
Momo immediately smiled and shook her head at her, "No, I was just a little bored, so I came over for a stroll and wanted to find someone to talk to."
"Oh, okay." Aunt Sang smiled and then continued with her work.
She understood the feeling of suddenly arriving in a completely unfamiliar place, just like when she first married into the family from Laos.
She still feels that sense of loneliness and helplessness.
"Auntie Sang, have you been working here for a long time?"
Momo stood to the side, keeping a little distance from her, so as not to interfere with her work. After all, she knew that after finishing her chores every day, Aunt Sang had to rush home.
Aunt Sang nodded, "It's been about two years."
She is very grateful to have been able to work here for the past two years, otherwise her family would definitely not have survived.
"Oh," Momo replied. No wonder even Fu Yungui knew about the two children; they must come here often, maybe even every day.
However, it is rare that Fu Yungui could tolerate the existence of those two children.
After all, in her eyes, he was never a compassionate person.
"I heard from Fu Yungui that you have two children?" she asked casually.
Aunt Sang shook her head and smiled. "I have four children. The two youngest come here with me every day, and the older ones find something to do near home."
Momo was taken aback. She hadn't expected that Momo didn't want to hide it at all, so it seemed that it wasn't a secret after all.
Thinking this, she asked directly, "Auntie Sang, are you referring to those two children outside the fence?"
"Yes." Aunt Sang stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her. "You saw them?"
Momo answered without hesitation, and smiled, "Yes, I saw them in the back this afternoon, but they ran away when they saw me. I guess they were a little scared because they didn't recognize me."
Sang's mother smiled broadly as she mentioned them, "That's because these two kids keep me company every day. With them around, the journey home isn't so lonely."
Looking at the happy and content smile on Aunt Sang's face, Momo couldn't help but think of her own mother.
When will she be able to go back to her mother's side?
Momo felt a lump in her throat whenever she thought of them.
Looking at this ordinary yet great mother, just like millions of mothers in the world who are willing to give everything for their children, she is worthy of respect.
Looking at her aged face, Momo couldn't help but feel pity.
“Aunt Sang, I can talk to Fu Yungui and ask them to come in during the day. It’s always better for them to stay inside than outside.”
Aunt Sang shook her head, "It's alright, Momo, don't go and tell them. Just let them stay outside. It's very private here. The kids are just too naughty."
"Actually, it's already good enough if they can have enough to eat," Sang's mother added.
She was content with her life; as long as her children didn't starve, that was enough.
She couldn't give any more.
In their village, people used to make a living by growing poppies, but since the ban, every household has lost its main source of income.
They can only make a living by growing tea trees or vegetables, but their village is still in the mountains far from the bustling areas. There is no transportation, and they have to carry anything down by hand if they want to sell it.
And so, they couldn't sell for much money. Because the soil was poor, the yield was very low, and the selling price was also low.
Momo saw contentment on Aunt Sang's face, a deep sense of contentment.
She didn't say anything more, because she didn't know what to say.
"Miss Momo, why don't you go upstairs and rest?" Aunt Sang said with a smile.
“Okay,” Momo replied, then asked, “Auntie Sang, do you have any calming tea or anything like that? I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep.”
"Yes." Aunt Sang wiped her hands and then took out linden flower tea from the cabinet where tea was kept.
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