Grandma Qin and the former headmaster exchanged glances, both somewhat puzzled.
"You still don't know how Qin Shi and I met? Didn't he tell you in his heart?" Xing Zhaozhao asked.
Grandma Qin and the former headmaster both shook their heads.
"I..." Xing Zhaozhao opened her mouth to speak.
The old headmaster suddenly realized something, his expression hardening as if afraid she would say something she shouldn't. He quickly interrupted, "Some things are better left unsaid. Your opportunity is something you should keep to yourself. The more people who know, the greater the risk, understand?"
Xing Zhaozhao was taken aback, but quickly realized what the old principal meant.
Although she hadn't originally planned to tell them about the door, she was still very grateful that the old principal had thought so much for her.
"I understand, thank you for the guidance, former principal," Xing Zhaozhao nodded earnestly.
The old principal was relieved to see that she had taken his words to heart.
Xing Zhaozhao told them how she met Qin Shi: "That wooden box originally belonged to the old lady. I took it there, and then Qin Shi bought it for a million. In a way, I got something for nothing and made a profit from your family. I should owe you."
The old headmaster shook his head, disagreeing: "Everything we do is predestined. If you hadn't found that jewelry box, you wouldn't have met Xiaoshi, which led to your connection with us, saved my wife and me, and indirectly changed Xiaoshi's fate. You don't need to feel like you owe us anything; it's all rightfully yours. Just keep it."
Grandma Qin nodded in agreement: "Old Qin is right."
Thinking of the jewelry box her husband made for her, the one she treasured most, which had eventually returned to her grandson's hands, Grandma Qin couldn't help but wipe away her tears again: "I never thought that jewelry box would be in Xiao Shi's hands now. It's good that even if the two of us can't be with him, he will have something to remember him by."
The old principal also looked emotional and patted Mrs. Qin on the shoulder reassuringly.
Grandma Qin looked at Xing Zhaozhao expectantly and asked, "Little Xing, could you tell me more about your childhood?"
Xing Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment and said, "I've only met him a few times, and I don't know much about him..."
However, she still told Old Madam Qin about how Qin Shi had treated her like a ghost when he asked her to help deliver a message.
Grandma Qin laughed so hard she bent over backwards, she was overjoyed.
The old headmaster shook his head in disgust: "I think it's because he's getting old and his mind isn't working well anymore. When faced with mysterious and mysterious things, all he can think of is ghosts."
Grandma Qin patted the old headmaster and gave him a reproachful look: "How can you talk about your own grandson like that?"
The old principal pursed his lips and remained silent, though his expression still showed disdain.
However, thinking of his grandson, who had survived even without them, despite the hardships of those days, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. A tear unconsciously rolled down his cheek, and fearing that Grandma Qin would see it and laugh at him, he quickly and secretly wiped it away.
"By the way, Xiao Xing, could you please also send a letter to Xiao Shi for me?" the old principal asked, looking at Xing Zhaozhao.
If one letter has already been sent, why be afraid of a second one?
Without a second thought, Xing Zhaozhao smiled and nodded in agreement: "No problem."
The old principal immediately asked Xing Zhaozhao for paper and pen and began to write on the spot.
As he wrote, the old principal suddenly smiled.
Grandma Qin curiously leaned over to take a look, and then covered her mouth and laughed.
Xing Zhaozhao sat to the side, itching with curiosity to see what the old principal had written in his letter, but she didn't want to peek too closely, as it was someone else's privacy.
Finally finished writing, the old principal glanced at Xing Zhaozhao and asked, "Little Xing, would you like to take a look?"
Xing Zhaozhao was taken aback: "May I see it?"
The old headmaster handed over the letter he had written: "After all, it's a letter that needs to be forwarded through you, so of course you can read it, and you must read it."
As the old headmaster spoke, he recalled Qin Shi's letter and couldn't help but bring up Xing Zhaozhao again: "You didn't read the letter I asked you to bring when you were little, did you? Do you know how much information that letter revealed that shouldn't have been revealed? If it got out, it would cause you a lot of trouble. I know you trust us, but you shouldn't let your guard down. I've already burned that letter. You can't do that again, understand?"
Xing Zhaozhao's expression hardened, and she nodded solemnly: "I understand, it won't happen again."
After saying that, Xing Zhaozhao took the letter that the old principal handed over, and immediately smiled after reading it.
In his letter, the old headmaster told Qin Shi that he and his grandmother were doing well down below and that he shouldn't worry. There were too many people—no, ghosts—waiting in line to be reincarnated down there, and it wouldn't be their turn anytime soon. However, he had a skill and could still contribute his remaining energy to earn money to support himself and his grandmother, so they didn't need his meager earnings. He told Qin Shi not to bother Xiao Xing anymore.
He also specifically instructed Qin Shi not to reveal Xiao Xing's situation to anyone else, otherwise, he and his grandmother would go up and take him away.
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and looked at the old principal: "You're quite ruthless, actually going up to take him away."
“Just scare him a little,” the old headmaster said.
"What if he wasn't scared and actually wanted you to go up and take him away?" Xing Zhaozhao asked.
The old principal said sternly, "Then he's a real idiot. I don't have a grandson as dim-witted as him."
Just as they finished speaking, a loud "thump" came from the doorway. The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for them to hear.
Is someone eavesdropping?
Xing Zhaozhao's eyes flashed, and she gave the old principal and Old Mrs. Qin a look before quietly going to open the door...
Just as Xing Zhaozhao led Old Madam Qin and the former headmaster into the inner room, Little Qin Shi arrived shortly afterward.
Fu Lan and Hong Fei and Hong Yu had just sat down at the table to have breakfast when there was another knock on the door.
Before Fu Lan could make a move, Hong Yu jumped off the chair and ran outside, saying, "I'll go open the door."
"Remember to ask clearly who it is," Fu Lan reminded her.
"Understood," Hongyu replied. He was a clever little feather, and he would never make the same mistake twice.
"Who is it?" he asked through the door.
“It’s me,” Xiao Qin replied.
"Brother Xiaoshi?" Hongyu immediately opened the door, looked at Xiao Qinshi, and asked excitedly, "Why are you here too?"
Fu Lan saw this from inside the house and quickly came out to greet them: "Xiao Shi? Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin just arrived, why aren't you with them?"
"My grandparents really came to see Sister Xing?" Xiao Qin asked as he walked inside.
"You didn't know?" Fu Lan asked in surprise.
Xiao Qin's face was tense: "They came secretly without telling me, I have no idea what happened."
"Where are they?" Xiao Qin asked.
“She went into the inner room with Sister Xing; there must be something she wants to say,” Fu Lan said.
Xiao Qinshi's gaze lingered between the two rooms for a moment before he looked at Fu Lan questioningly.
Fu Lan pointed over there.
Xiao Qin walked straight over.
When Hongfei saw this, he wanted to go over and stop them: "Children shouldn't disturb adults when they're talking." That's what his parents always taught him.
Xiao Qin glanced at Hongfei: "I won't disturb them."
As he spoke, he had already walked to the door, then tilted his head and pressed his ear against the door panel.
Hongfei: "??"
Hongyu: "??"
Fu Lan: "??"
Hongfei frowned: "Eavesdropping is wrong."
Xiao Qin looked at Hongfei, put his index finger to his lips, and shushed him.
Hongfei instinctively fell silent.
Hongyu, looking excited, followed suit and put his ear close as well.
Through the door, the old principal's voice could be faintly heard coming from inside: "...I don't have a grandson as dim-witted as him."
Xiao Qin's expression hardened. Grandson? Were they talking about him? They were indeed hiding something from him.
Wanting to hear more clearly, Xiao Qin pressed his ear against the door, but unexpectedly, his head hit the door with a "thud".
The three little ones blocking the doorway were instantly stunned. Oh no, they're in trouble, they're about to be discovered.
They turned to run, but it was too late; the door behind them clicked open.
"Trying to run? Where do you think you can run to?" Xing Zhaozhao's soft voice came from above.
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