That's just how Yimu is; if someone is good to him, he'll be even better to them in return.
People who don't actively cause trouble shouldn't be bullied just because they are honest and law-abiding.
Yi Mu wasn't very enthusiastic, but he was particularly interested in teaching scoundrels a lesson.
Although Li Qi had been told by his family not to mess around anymore, he couldn't help himself.
The thought of Chunlan lying on him, her coy and shy demeanor, filled him with an impulse.
That day, he returned from the factory in town, carrying two pounds of pork, large bones, some tea and snacks, and a carton of milk.
The plump widow Liu saw him from afar and smiled, "Oh! Why are you buying so much stuff when it's not a holiday?"
Li Qi flashed his signature shy smile.
"Hello, Auntie. My grandma fell down a while ago, so I bought some things for her to help her recover."
Aunt Liu praised him, "What a good boy! There aren't many children as filial as you these days. Go on your way."
"Why."
Li Qi walked to the corner, hid in the shadows, and watched as Widow Liu left before turning back.
Chunlan lives at the entrance of the village.
The house was a dilapidated three-room tile-roofed house; her family was a notorious impoverished household in the village.
Li Qi knocked on the door, and it opened shortly afterward.
A small, thin boy stood in the doorway. When he saw him, his big eyes lit up.
"Brother Li Qi!"
Li Qi responded, went into the house, looked around suspiciously like a thief, and closed the door.
The little boy's eyes were fixed on the tea, fruit, and milk he was carrying, without missing a beat.
Li Qi opened a carton of milk for him to drink, then looked into the room and asked, "Xiao Feng, where's your sister?"
The child, completely naive, pointed to the room on the left with its door tightly shut.
"My sister is sleeping inside."
A lewd glint flashed across Li Qiping's ordinary face.
The child knew nothing, sitting on the stool with the milk in his arms, his little hands reaching for the snacks and bread that Li Qi had brought.
The room door creaked open, and Li Qi stared at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed with her back to the door, lust rising in his eyes.
Chunlan finished her night shift at four in the morning. After dealing with her nagging boss, she bought her younger brother the roast goose he had been craving for a long time on her way home.
She was so tired that she didn't even want to take a shower and went straight to sleep.
The dream was not peaceful.
The shop was filled with customers who were always trying to grope her, a boss with ill intentions, and a boss's wife who always suspected her of having dirty hands.
Chunlan is only twenty years old this year, but she feels like she has lived half a lifetime.
Having endured most of the hardships of others' lives, they have rarely experienced sweetness since birth.
The father, who had already started a new family, became addicted to gambling and lost everything he could. His stepmother abandoned their three-year-old child and ran away.
The father was drunk and asleep by the roadside when he was run over and crushed to death by a truck driver who was driving at night and was fatigued.
Facing a home that was practically empty, mortgaged to loan sharks, and a half-brother who was desperately trying to arrest him.
Chunlan broke down several times; at her age, she should have been sheltered under her parents' wings and being pampered.
She had excellent grades, but her parents divorced and started their own families, neither of which were wealthy enough to support her education.
Chunlan had no choice but to drop out of school. She stopped attending school after junior high. Being young and without a diploma, she couldn't find a job anywhere.
She finally found a foot massage parlor that would take her in, and she learned how to bathe from the masseur.
Chunlan couldn't bear to ignore a tiny child and let him fend for himself.
She struggled to support herself, and bringing her child to live with her only made life more difficult.
They also had to deal with loan sharks who relentlessly demanded interest payments.
Those men could come and go from her house at will, regardless of the time or place.
Chunlan knew that gossip was circulating about her in the village, and the villagers looked at her with deep contempt.
She tried to explain, but no one listened.
Some people who have no worries about food and clothing don't have much fun in their lives, so they try to create their own fun and watch jokes, regardless of how much untold hardship is hidden behind those jokes.
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