Chapter 105: Mom, I raised you by picking up trash. 7

Jiang Fanyue, who will be smarter in the future, encountered a century-long problem at this moment.

Jiang Fanyue bought a pound of freshly baked green bean cakes in a department store and packed a few pieces to take to Grandma Zhang to taste. As a result, halfway through, she found that the eldest granddaughter of the village chief was crying loudly while holding a sandbag with sand leaking out.

The crying sound came out from the leaky front teeth, and Jiang Fanyue couldn't help but look at her a few times.

She cried and looked at Jiang Fanyue.

After staring at him for a few seconds, she rushed towards Jiang Fanyue with her short legs, holding the sandbag, but stopped suddenly when she was still a few steps away from Jiang Fanyue.

Jiang Fanyue: Hey? Why does she look like she's going to rush over and settle accounts with her?

Jiang Fanyue hesitated, then walked forward, stopping and starting.

The little girl followed her, walking and stopping, sobbing from time to time.

It was cold now, and if a six or seven-year-old child continued to cry like this, it would be easy for evil wind to enter the body, catching a cold and having a fever. Jiang Fanyue had no choice but to turn around and whispered, "Don't cry, your throat will be hoarse if you keep crying."

The little girl nodded, pursed her lips, and tried to hold back her tears.

The children in the village who bullied Jiang Fanyue were all about her age, or a little older. Jiang Fanyue had no ill feelings towards the little girl, and the village chief had often taken care of Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue over the years, so Jiang Fanyue was also very generous to the little girl.

She felt in her pocket and found a few tissues Yao Rong had stuffed into her pocket. She took out two of them, put them together, wrapped the mung bean cake, and stuffed them into the little girl's hand with sand on her palm.

"Please eat it. You won't feel sad after you finish it."

She used the remaining tissues to wipe the little girl's face.

The little girl took a bite of the mung bean cake in a daze.

The sweetness spread in her mouth, and she burst into tears again: "I remember you, sister, you came to my house to deliver sandbags that night. My sandbag was broken by them, and it leaked a lot of sand."

"Are you crying because of this?" Jiang Fanyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and picked up the sandbag that had already dried up, "This is easy to fix."

"Really...really?" The little girl looked at Jiang Fanyue expectantly.

Being stared at like this, Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips and pointed to a leeward entrance: "Stand there, I'll pick you up later, take you to my house, and help you fix the sandbag on the spot."

After saying this, she quickly walked towards Grandma Zhang's house.

The little girl Yao Ruirui followed Jiang Fanyue's words and came to the leeward entrance, eating the last half of the mung bean cake, with a knot on her face.

She heard some older children say that this sister lived in a garbage dump...

But this sister was so gentle, those older children would not give her mung bean cakes, nor would they wipe her tears. When she cried loudly, they would only laugh at her for being a crybaby. Even her sandbag was broken by those older children...

It didn't matter even if this sister really lived in a garbage dump.

She was willing to go home with this sister.

The little girl Yao Ruirui made up her mind and followed Jiang Fanyue obediently when Jiang Fanyue came back to pick her up.

Jiang Fanyue looked back and was a little amused.

It seemed that she followed her mother in the same way.

Soon, the two of them walked outside the house.

Yao Ruirui was a little nervous, staring at Jiang Fanyue's movements of pushing the door, and she felt that she had prepared herself mentally.

But the world inside the door was completely different from what she imagined.

The yard was not big, and it was inevitably crowded with things piled up, but it was not messy at all.

Several strings of wind chimes under the corridor swayed in the wind, sending bursts of bells.

A wooden bird was hung at the entrance, lifelike.

The unknown bird jumped to the side of the wooden bird, chirping, and waited for a long time without receiving a response from its companion, and a look of confusion appeared in its big eyes.

The uneven ground has also been refinished, so there is no need to worry about getting your feet covered in yellow mud on rainy days. Someone

is cooking something delicious in the kitchen, and the strong aroma fills the air.

Yao Ruirui was stunned, and she felt that there was no more beautiful house in the village.

"Why don't you come in?" Jiang Fanyue didn't know what the little girl was thinking, so she urged her.

Yao Ruirui hurried in, sat down on the small stool obediently, and put her hands around her knees.

Yao Rong heard the noise, walked out of the kitchen, and said happily: "It's Ruirui, why did you think of coming to Aunt Rong's house to play. I'm stewing chicken wings, and they're almost done. You sit and wait for a while. There are some candies and biscuits that I just bought, as well as melon seeds in the house. Let Sister Yueyue bring them to you."

"I know."

Jiang Fanyue responded.

When the family was broke, she was very frugal with her spending.

But she was actually a generous child. When her family was well-off and had a lot of candy and toys, she would be willing to share with others.

It was rare for a child to be willing to follow her home, and she would treat him well without her mother's reminder.

Jiang Fanyue walked out of the house with a lot of things in her hands, including food and drinks, needles and thread for sewing sandbags, and a few toys that Yao Rong made for her.

"See what you want to eat. And these toys, you can play with them as you like, but you can't break them, understand?"

Yao Ruirui nodded repeatedly, imitating Yao Rong's call just now: "Sister Yueyue, don't worry, I will definitely not break them. My mother said that if you break other people's things, you have to pay for it, and I don't have money to compensate you."

Jiang Fanyue couldn't help but smile, and just wanted to lower his head to help Yao Ruirui fix the sandbag, but suddenly remembered something, went to get some hot water, wet the paper towel and wiped Yao Ruirui's face again, and then started to work.

Yao Ruirui didn't dare to touch those snacks.

Even the most ignorant children know that snacks are hard to come by these days.

But Yao Ruirui didn't hesitate to play with the toys in front of her carefully.

Her family's conditions were considered good in the village, but she didn't have many toys, otherwise she wouldn't have cried loudly because her sandbag was broken by other older children.

The toys that Jiang Fanyue took out were not special, but they were enough to capture the heart of the little girl in an instant, and she had a lot of fun playing with them.

Soon, Jiang Fanyue sewed the sandbag.

In order to prevent the sandbag from leaking again, she sewed it very tightly this time.

"Thank you, sister Yueyue." Yao Ruirui put down her toys and held her sandbag, happy but reluctant. After the sandbag was sewn, she seemed to have no reason to stay in sister Yueyue's house.

Just as Yao Ruirui was reluctantly standing up, Yao Rong came out with steaming hot braised chicken wings and asked Yao Ruirui to wash her hands and eat the chicken wings. Yao Ruirui

waved her hands repeatedly.

But this kind of refusal is like the elders giving red envelopes during the Chinese New Year, and the younger generation is reluctant to leave while saying how embarrassed it is to do so.

Jiang Fanyue thought of this scene, the corners of his lips curved, he took Yao Ruirui to wash her hands, picked up a piece of chicken wing and stuffed it into Yao Ruirui's hand: "Eat it."

Yao Ruirui thought, she had already refused, but sister Yueyue was too enthusiastic and insisted on treating her to chicken wings, then she would not be polite, and grandpa could not criticize her if he knew.

So she ate the chicken wings with peace of mind.

After eating two chicken wings in a row, Yao Ruirui said she would not eat anything else and jumped off the chair: "Sister Yueyue, Aunt Rong, I have to go home. If I stay any longer, grandpa and the others will be worried."

"I'll take you home." Jiang Fanyue said, and before leaving, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed both pockets of Yao Ruirui full.

Yao Ruirui raised her little face which was red from the wind: "Sister Yueyue, you are so kind."

Jiang Fanyue followed Yao Ruirui's steps and was slightly bent by her praise: "Really?"

"Really. When I, Yao Ruirui, speak, a mouthful of spit is like a nail." Yao Ruirui imitated her grandfather's speech.

Jiang Fanyue was overjoyed: "Do you know what a mouthful of spit is like a nail?"

Yao Ruirui muttered: "Anyway, it's a good word." If

it wasn't a good word, her grandfather couldn't say it every day.

The village was not big, and Jiang Fanyue's home was not far from Yao Ruirui's home. Seeing the familiar door, Yao Ruirui ran over, and when she was about to reach the door, she remembered something and turned back to shout, "Sister Yueyue, can I come to play with you in the future?"

After receiving Jiang Fanyue's affirmative answer, Yao Ruirui shouted happily.

Ruirui's mother was feeding chickens in the yard. When she heard the sound coming from outside the door, she said to Ruirui's father with a stern face, "Your daughter is getting naughty. Look, she didn't come home until it was almost dark."

Ruirui's father wiped the mud off the soles of his shoes and said nonchalantly, "You can tell your daughter about this."

Ruirui's mother clapped her hands and just wanted to go to open the door, she saw Yao Ruirui sneaking into the house like a small firecracker.

"What are you so happy about?" Ruirui's father asked casually.

Yao Ruirui smiled, raised her sandbag and shook it, and told her parents what happened today.

The child's speech was somewhat incoherent and repetitive. Listening to Yao Ruirui repeatedly emphasizing how good sister Yueyue was at the dinner table, Yao Ruirui's cousin Yao Miaomiao bit her chopsticks and said, "Can I go and play?"

"You have such a bad temper, what if you break the toys?" Yao Ruirui said with a stern face.

Yao Miaomiao shouted, "I didn't!"

"You dropped my toy on the ground before and almost broke it, and you still say you didn't!"

"I told you it was an accident, but you didn't believe me."

The two sisters were arguing, and Yao Ruirui finally held her cheek and sighed, looking like she couldn't say anything to Yao Miaomiao: "Okay, okay, next time I go to sister Yueyue's house to play, I will ask sister Yueyue if I can take you."

Yao Miaomiao smiled and said sweetly: "Sister Ruirui, I will share half of the chewing gum I just bought with you."

The village chief listened for a long time, smiled and smoked his homemade cigarettes, and said to his wife with emotion: "The life of Yao Rong's family has finally improved. Last time I saw him, he was in much better health, not like before when he was always sick."

***

The next time Yao Ruirui mentioned was actually the next day.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Yao Rong lit the charcoal basin early in the morning. After all , what she does is handicraft work. If she doesn't burn charcoal in this weather, the flexibility of her fingers will be greatly affected.

Jiang Fanyue sat on the other side and read a fairy tale book.

Just as she was absorbed in reading, there was a knock on the door and a child's clear voice.

"It's Ruirui. She must be here to play with you. Go open the door for her." Yao Rong was the first to recognize who the voice belonged to and spoke.

Jiang Fanyue put down the book and went into the room again. Two little girls with similar facial features followed behind her: "You go sit by the charcoal basin and warm your hands."

"Hello, Aunt Rong."

Yao Ruirui ran to Yao Rong, and Yao Miaomiao imitated her and called out.

Yao Ruirui handed over the bag of boiled peanuts she was holding: "Aunt Rong, my mother asked me to bring them."

"Why did you bring food?"

"Yes, yes. How can you come to someone's house without bringing gifts?" Yao Miaomiao interrupted Yao Ruirui, making Yao Ruirui so angry that she glared at her.

Yao Rong accepted it.

"Aunt Rong, what are you doing?" Yao Ruirui looked at the toys that were gradually taking shape in Yao Rong's hands.

Jiang Fanyue said: "The toys you played with yesterday were all made by my mother."

Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao exclaimed, moved their small stools to Yao Rong's side, stared at Yao Rong's movements, and were fascinated.

Jiang Fanyue was worried that this would affect Yao Rong's work, so she called them over, and they left reluctantly.

"I'll tell you a fairy tale." Jiang Fanyue picked up the fairy tale book and prepared to read the story.

The two children immediately stopped paying attention to the toys. They held their faces and leaned on Jiang Fanyue, one on each side, listening to her story about the little frog fighting the scorpion monster.

The wind was raging outside, and the wind chimes never stopped.

The house was warm like spring, with only the occasional crisp sound of the charcoal fire, the sound of the carving knife scratching into the wood, Jiang Fanyue's ups and downs, and the two children's exclamations.

Occasionally, the two children would ask some strange questions.

These questions were so strange that Yao Rong might not be able to answer them, but Jiang Fanyue thought carefully and answered them patiently, and finally received the two children's increasingly admiring eyes.

Yao Rong stopped what she was doing, and through the brazier, she glanced at Jiang Fanyue, who was surrounded by two children and exuded a happy aura. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

It is actually very difficult and easy to please children.

Jiang Fanyue is not without friends, and it is not without people who like her.

It's just that the group that likes her is a special group.

How can a child who can be liked by other children not write fascinating fairy tales?

What Jiang Fanyue lacks is not writing ability, but creative confidence.

The potatoes and sweet potatoes buried under the fire are almost baked. Yao Rong picked up the fire tongs, lifted the ashes covering them, picked them out one by one, and took out the boiled peanuts brought by Yao Ruirui, and invited them to eat.

After eating, Jiang Fanyue took them to play with toys.

Yao Ruirui pointed them with her finger: "Twelve toys! Sister Yueyue, you must be the child with the most toys in the village!"

"Sister Yueyue, how come you have so many toys?" Yao Miaomiao exclaimed. When Yao Ruirui told her, she was still a little unconvinced.

Children don't hide their emotions like adults do. If they like something, they like it. If they dislike something, they dislike it. If they envy something, they envy it. At this time, Yao Miaomiao had the word "envy" written on her face.

Jiang Fanyue said, "My mother gave them to me."

Yao Ruirui held back, but Yao Miaomiao couldn't help but criticize, "Why can't my mother make toys?"

They played for a long time until Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao fell asleep, and then they rubbed their eyes and said goodbye to Jiang Fanyue and Yao Rong.

This time, Jiang Fanyue only sent them to the door, and walked back to the house with brisk steps, his expression unable to hide his joy.

"Mom." She moved closer to Yao Rong and whispered, "Although those children like me because of candy and toys, I am still very happy."

It was the first time she knew that she could be so popular.

Yao Rong retorted: "They don't like you because of candy and toys."

Jiang Fanyue was stunned: "But no children liked me before. It's because... it's because I started to have toys and candy, then children started to like me."

"Yueyue, you are wrong. It's because you become more and more cheerful and laugh more and more, so other children are attracted by your personality."

Jiang Fanyue was at a loss: "Attracted by personality?"

But her personality...

is obviously very bad.

Yao Rong seemed to see what she was thinking, and slowly told her the details that she had noticed and that Jiang Fanyue had never taken to heart: "You would tell them interesting stories, listen to them patiently, and never laugh at them no matter how fantastic their questions were. You would also gently help them wash their hands and faces, and pay attention to their emotional changes..."

"You exchange sincerity for sincerity. Children are only young, but they know better than many adults who is really good to them."

Jiang Fanyue lowered her eyes and frowned.

After a long while, she smiled again: "Mom, I understand."

In the past, she had a bad personality, a bad family background, and she was self-pitying.

No one would be willing to make friends with her like this.

This is not so much discrimination as it is human nature.

- Humans are born to like beautiful existence.

With her mother's guidance, her temperament gradually became cheerful and her mental outlook was refreshed. Sometimes she would still immerse herself in the pain of the past, but more often she would face the people around her with a positive and optimistic attitude.

As a result, she was liked by Sun Taotao, Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao.

"As long as I work hard to become a better person who deserves to be liked, I will be liked more and more."