Chapter 108 Mom, I raised you by picking up garbage 10

The advantage of exchanging this talent is that you will no longer notice other people's exclusion and rejection.

The disadvantage is that your writing ability may plummet.

Although Jiang Fanyue was somewhat reluctant to write stories, but... when she thought about losing the ability to conceive articles and write fluently, she felt very uncomfortable, as if a part of her life was missing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Jiang Fanyue concealed her own random thoughts.

Yao Rong saw that she was absent-minded, but did not point it out. Instead, he asked, "It's getting colder and colder. What kind of soup do you want to drink tonight?"

"Fish head soup."

"Your vacation is almost over. We'll go to the market in two days and buy you two more sets of clothes."

At 3:30 in the afternoon, there was only one toy left on the stall. Yao Rong stamped her feet in coldness, "It's too cold today. Let's go home early."

The mother and daughter quickly picked up the cloth and toys on the ground and put them on the cart.

Yao Rong was about to bend down to pull the cart, but Jiang Fanyue glanced at him and said, "Mom, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

Yao Rong followed Jiang Fanyue's gaze and saw Sun Taotao and his mother Mu Shulan.

But compared to the last time they met, Sun Taotao's baby fat seemed to have been reduced, and Mu Shulan's spirits were also more haggard.

"Are you going back now?" Mu Shulan asked.

Yao Rong said, "I'm not in a hurry to go back. I was thinking that it was cold today, so I should close the stall early and take Yueyue to eat something hot."

Mu Shulan breathed a sigh of relief, touched Sun Taotao's head, and said, "Taotao has been in a bad mood recently. He had a high fever two days ago. Today, the fever has just subsided. He said he wanted to come and play with sister Yueyue, so I brought him here."

She bent down slightly, looked into Jiang Fanyue's eyes, and said softly, "Can Yueyue chat with Taotao?"

Jiang Fanyue had already guessed what happened, nodded vigorously, and walked over to hold Sun Taotao's cold hand.

Sun Taotao shook Jiang Fanyue's hand and said in a soft voice: "Sister Yueyue."

Mu Shulan said, "I said I would treat you to a meal before, but I just made up for it this time. I know there is a store nearby that makes pretty good pastries, suitable for afternoon tea."

The store is not big, and can fit three tables inside, but the boss's pastry making skills are very good in a small town, and the piglets and rabbits he makes look similar.

Mushulan pushed the cake in front of the two children and let them taste it first.

Sun Taotao didn't have much appetite, but when he saw Jiang Fanyue pick up a pig-shaped pastry, he reached for it and chewed it slowly.

Jiang Fanyue quickly finished off the first cake and began to tell Sun Taotao about her heroic deeds.

She was a good storyteller, and when she talked about something she had experienced personally, it was even more vivid.

In order to make Sun Taotao happy, Jiang Fanyue racked her brains, as if she was telling a story.

Not to mention Sun Taotao and Mu Shulan, even the boss who was busy in the back kitchen quietly came to the front to work.

Hearing Yao Liangcai scolding people, Sun Taotao also followed suit; hearing Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao defending Jiang Fanyue, Sun Taotao perked up.

Hearing that Yao Miaomiao was injured, Sun Taotao clenched his fists in anger; when he heard Jiang Fanyue rushing over to beat someone, Sun Taotao breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his fists...

Finally, Sun Taotao said: "If I were here, I would also protect Sister Yueyue."

Yao Rong took out an Ultraman model from her bag like a magic trick.

This was the toy she had left today.

"All children who know how to stand up and protect others deserve to be rewarded. Ruirui and Miaomiao have, and you should too."

Sun Taotao was stunned and said seriously: "Auntie, I was just talking, but Ruirui and Miaomiao really did it. I shouldn't get the same reward as them."

Yao Rong said: "Their toys are more exquisite."

After all, Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao's toys were carefully prepared by Yao Rong.

But Sun Taotao has an Ultraman schoolbag, so this gift should suit his taste.

Sun Taotao held Ultraman, thought about it, and stuffed it into his bag. He also took out all the storybooks in the bag and pushed them in front of Jiang Fanyue.

"No wonder your bag is so heavy."

There were seven storybooks in front of him, piled up in a thick stack.

Jiang Fanyue was somewhat moved. Although Sun Taotao was in a bad mood and had just recovered from a serious illness, he didn't forget to bring books when he came to see her, fulfilling his promise.

"I don't know when we'll see each other again. Bring more so that my sister can read longer." Sun Taotao patted his Ultraman schoolbag, "If it wasn't too small, I could keep stuffing more."

"It's enough."

Jiang Fanyue put the books away, pinched the bag straps with his fingertips, and wondered if he could do something for Sun Taotao.

***

Yao Rong and Mu Shulan chatted casually.

Mu Shulan lived in Jixiang Town since she was a child, and later went to the imperial capital, where she met Sun Taotao's father. After graduation, she stayed there and now has her own store.

"I don't make much, I just want to have my own business. College students are so valuable in our era. If I don't work, my dad will be the first to take a train to the capital to scold me."

The topic inevitably mentioned Grandpa Sun.

Mu Shulan was silent for a while, but she didn't cover her ears or listen to the bell. Instead, she talked to Yao Rong about Grandpa Sun.

Yao Rong asked gently, "When did the old man pass away?"

Mu Shulan's voice was a little heavy, but her mood was still calm: "It was not long after I met you last time. That day, the pots of chrysanthemums he carefully raised all withered, and he was amazed, saying that he didn't expect these flowers to be together. As a result, in the afternoon, he was not feeling well..."

Jiang Fanyue raised his head.

Mu Shulan noticed her movements: "Yueyue, what's wrong?"

Jiang Fanyue shook her head, but her brows couldn't help but wrinkle, as if she was thinking about something serious.

Mu Shulan didn't take her abnormality seriously, nor did she continue the previous topic, but changed the topic and said, "Tao Tao's father also took the annual leave and came here. His leave is not long, and Tao Tao and I will follow him back to the capital in a while."

This time Mu Shulan and Sun Tao Tao went back to Jixiang Town for the illness of Grandpa Sun.

Now that the old man has passed away and been buried, they are about to leave.

Yao Rong said, "When you set a time to leave, remember to tell us. Yueyue and I will see you off."

"I will."

Because they still had to eat dinner, the four of them didn't eat too much, and there were still a lot of cakes left on the table. Yao Rong asked the boss to pack them up.

Carrying the packed food, Yao Rong and the other three walked along the street towards the market.

When they were about to reach the entrance of the market, Jiang Fanyue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke in an urgent tone.

"Mom, Aunt Mu, can you wait for me for five minutes? I want to tell Taotao a story I made up."

Yao Rong raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, but also a little relieved.

Mu Shulan was also surprised.

Sun Taotao was surprised: "Sister Yueyue, you made it up yourself?"

Jiang Fanyue nodded, took a deep breath, clasped her hands behind her back and clenched them into fists, and encouraged herself: "The inspiration for this story actually comes from the chrysanthemums that Aunt Mu talked about."

Death is a heavy and sad thing.

It cannot be entertained.

But if you want to comfort those who have lost their loved ones, you need to find a way to dispel the heaviness mixed in with death.

So the protagonist of this story is a tree named "Winter" -

Winter is the first tree on this land.

It took root there and grew for a long, long time, until it grew into a huge tree that covered the sky, and then a group of animals came.

Some animals made their homes on Winter's branches, and some animals dug up Winter's trunk to hibernate inside.

Winter was not angry, but welcomed them very much.

It was too old.

And the older it was, the more it liked to be lively.

These animals just happened to provide it with company, emotional value, and increase its connection with the whole world.

So Winter tried to make itself grow stronger and stronger, let itself bloom and bear fruit, and try its best to meet the animals' demands on it.

Time passed for a long, long time, and these animals reproduced from generation to generation on the tree.

The newly born animals affectionately call Dong "Grandpa Tree".

They will swing on Dong's branches, lean on Dong and ask a hundred thousand whys, and curiously listen to Dong's stories about the past.

They depend on Dong.

But the little animals will grow up sooner or later, get tired of the unchanging environment around them, and begin to yearn for the territory where their ancestors once lived.

Dong will never stop them from exploring.

This is the instinct of animals.

It cannot kill their wildness.

"You go."

Its voice is kind and has never changed.

"I'm always here. Whenever you get tired of exploring and want to come back and rest, just come back."

Until one day, Dong's leaves began to show signs of disease.

The animals that were still on the tree panicked and hurried to ask Dong what happened.

Dong said, "Children, I am going to wither."

All the animals that had left came back.

They looked at Dong, very sad and scared.

They kept asking, "Grandpa Tree, why are you withering?"

Yes.

Dong has been around for too long.

So long that all the little animals have become accustomed to its existence, thinking that it will always stand there to protect them from the wind and rain, and never thought that it would suddenly leave one day.

Dong comforted them: "Don't be sad for me."

"Trees have their own withering and flourishing, just like flowers will inevitably wither. All life will inevitably enter a period of decline."

"I'm just temporarily left at the other end of time."

"Don't be afraid, children."

"I have taught you how to survive in the wild in the past years. You may be confused, nervous, and anxious at first, but you will eventually use what I taught you to get used to life without me."

Some little animals cried softly, their hearts full of regret, thinking that they should not have run so far and should not have come back to see Grandpa Tree for so long.

"Grandpa Tree, will you come to my dream in the future?"

Winter smiled, kind and helpless, brushing the little animals' bodies with its drooping branches, just like countless times in the past.

"As long as you are happy, I will come to your dream."

"But if you are really happy, I will feel at ease whether I come to see you in your dream or not."

Another little animal asked, "What if we miss you?"

"Winter's departure also means the arrival of spring. Every bit of kindness you receive in spring, every bit of beauty you see, is a gift I carefully prepare for you. At that time, you will know that I have come back to see you." Winter

felt the imminent urging of time.

Its body, which was large enough to shelter the little animals from wind and rain, gradually became empty.

The cold wind of hunting penetrated its body.

Its leaves were annihilated into ashes one by one.

Without its shelter, many small animals were shivering with cold.

But just when it completely disappeared, the whistling wind really stopped, replaced by a breeze that brushed the face.

The tender green grass also emerged from the ground.

Spring is here.

…

Although the words were not written, Jiang Fanyue relied on his memory and ability to perform on the spot to read out all the words above from beginning to end.

Sun Taotao stared at Jiang Fanyue in a daze.

He is only six years old this year.

A six-year-old child has a very superficial understanding of life and death. He just knows clearly that he will never see his grandfather again from now on.

But now, listening to the story told by sister Yueyue, he seemed to hear his grandfather's voice again.

Mu Shulan's reaction was greater than Sun Taotao's.

Although she knew it was just a story, she couldn't help but reddening her eyes ever since the little animals asked the big tree why it withered.

She has been regretting all this time.

Since she was admitted to university, she seldom went home. In the past ten years, she has had very few opportunities to see her father.

Because she always thought that there was still a chance and time.

When death suddenly approached her father, she was shocked by the cruelty of time.

She is so similar to the little animals in the story.

But in this story, all the previous content is a foundation.

What is really important is the words that the tree said when comforting the little animals.

When she heard those words, she was still sad, but she felt a little spiritual comfort.

Yao Rong still looked at Jiang Fanyue gently as before.

After experiencing what happened to Yao Liangcai, Jiang Fanyue has accumulated enough courage to face difficulties, but she still lacks the motivation to take the first step again.

Now, in order to comfort her friend, without anyone urging her or pushing her from behind, she took the initiative to stand up and achieved a breakthrough in herself.

Obviously, she completed it very well.

"Sister Yueyue, did you really finish this story in such a short time?" Sun Taotao exclaimed.

"Yes, the time is tight, so the writing may not be very good." Jiang Fanyue was a little nervous.

"No, it's very well written. Even I, an adult, was moved." Mu Shulan turned her back and wiped her tears, praising him generously, "This level is good enough to be submitted for publication."

Sun Taotao spoke childishly, "Yes, I think it's better than many stories in fairy tales. The big tree grandfather reminded me of my grandfather. I must eat well and stay strong in the future, so I won't disturb my grandfather's rest and make him worry."

Mu Shulan was stunned and smiled bitterly at Yao Rong, "I don't see things as clearly as the two children."

Sun Taotao looked at Jiang Fanyue with more admiration, shaking her hand and asked, "Sister Yueyue, have you named this story?"

"Not yet. This story is for you, do you want to name it?"

"Then let's call it..."

Sun Taotao pursed his face and used his limited vocabulary to put together a sentence: "Grandpa Dashu left in winter."

Jiang Fanyue nodded: "Then let's call it that. I'll write this story in a notebook when I get home and give it to you later."

Sun Taotao motioned Jiang Fanyue to bend down.

Jiang Fanyue bent down as he said.

Sun Taotao reached out and hugged Jiang Fanyue with her wrapped arms, whispering in her ear: "Sister Yueyue, thank you for creating a fairy tale world for me and my mother."

"Why do you say it's a fairy tale world? I'm just telling a story."

Sun Taotao insisted on his own opinion: "It's a fairy tale world. It's just that different fairy tales create fairy tale worlds of different sizes, some are more complete, and some are more rough. Just like Ultraman, I believe Ultraman must exist, but it's just that it and I are not in the same time and space."

They didn't deliberately lower their voices, and Yao Rong could hear their conversation.

She agreed: "When the story is written to a certain extent, it is indeed possible to derive into a real world."

Just like this world, isn't it derived from "The 90s Group Pet Heroine"?

If Jiang Fanyue keeps writing,

she might be able to create a fairy tale world full of magnificence and imagination.

Jiang Fanyue was moved by what they said, and felt that writing fairy tales was instantly given a more sacred meaning.

It was getting late, and if Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue didn't set off, it would be dark.

Mu Shulan and Sun Taotao had also been out for a long time, and it was time to go home.

Both parties waved goodbye.

Mu Shulan and Sun Taotao walked for about twenty minutes, and from a distance, they saw Taotao's father standing downstairs and looking out.

"Dad!" Sun Taotao shouted excitedly.

Taotao's father strode to the mother and son, carefully observing their expressions and finding that the spirits of the two were much better than at noon: "Why did you come back so late? It's almost time for dinner."

"We are listening to sister Yueyue telling the story of "Grandpa Dashu left in winter." Sun Taotao said enthusiastically.

"What is the story?" Taotao's father asked.

Sun Taotao was in no hurry to tell the story. After dinner, he quietly slipped into grandma Sun's room: "Grandma, I will sleep with you tonight."

Grandma Sun said softly, "Okay," and moved inside.

Sun Taotao lay down and covered himself with the quilt: "Grandma, I'll tell you another bedtime story."

He tried to recall what Jiang Fanyue had said.

However, his memory was not that good, and he could not repeat it completely. He could only barely make the story clear.

But Grandma Sun was already shocked.

She subconsciously wanted to touch Sun Taotao's head, but was afraid that Sun Taotao would find that her palm was shaking.

Sun Taotao seemed to notice her movements, turned around, faced Grandma Sun, and touched Grandma Sun's cheek with her white and plump palm.

"Grandma, don't be sad."

"If you are doing well, Grandpa will be at ease. If you are doing well, Grandpa will always protect you silently."

...

In the corner of the village.

It was late at night, and all the lights in the village were turned off.

Only Yao Rong's family was still lighting the kerosene lamp.

Jiang Fanyue sat at the table, took out a brand new notebook, held a ballpoint pen that was not easy to fade, and began to write down the story of Grandpa Dashu carefully.

With enough time to think, her story this time is longer and more plot-filled.

After writing for more than half an hour, Jiang Fanyue wrote the word "finished" at the end of this page.

After closing this notebook and hesitating for a while, Jiang Fanyue took out another notebook and began to write a story about the wishing mirror.

Yao Rong came in from outside after taking a shower.

Seeing that Jiang Fanyue was still writing furiously, she walked behind Jiang Fanyue: "Haven't you finished yet?"

Jiang Fanyue didn't even raise her head: "I'm writing another story."

Yao Rong didn't disturb her and sat at the head of the bed to fold clothes.

When she folded all the clothes, Jiang Fanyue also stopped writing smoothly.

Yao Rong stuffed all her clothes into the closet: "Yueyue, do you remember that we had an agreement?"

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips: "Of course I remember."

She held the second notebook and handed it over: "Mom, you will be my first reader."

Yao Rong sat opposite Jiang Fanyue, where the light was the most abundant and the most suitable for flipping through.

Jiang Fanyue held her chin with both hands, waiting for Yao Rong to finish reading, while slowly thinking about other things.

Some time ago, her mother encouraged her several times to try to submit her work to the publishing house.

At that time, she was not confident in her story and thought that her mother's praise was out of favoritism and encouragement.

But today, her story did have a soothing effect, and Taotao and Aunt Mu were both praising it.

Did she...

underestimate her talent because of others' long-term denial?

Could she...

try to believe in herself more?

In fact, she can really do things well. Just like today.

"Did you come up with this idea from today's conversation?" Yao Rong put down the notebook and said with emotion.

After getting Jiang Fanyue's affirmative answer, Yao Rong did not hesitate to praise her: "Yueyue, do you realize what kind of talent you have now?" Jiang

Fanyue's face flushed instantly.

In the past, she often had to pick up garbage under the sun, and coupled with her thin body, she looked dark and thin.

But in the past month, she no longer needed to be exposed to the sun, and the food she ate became richer. Jiang Fanyue's skin became whiter, and her body was no longer as thin as before.

Her blush became particularly obvious.

Yao Rong smiled for a long time before asking, "Have you thought of the answer to the question? If one day you also encounter the wishing mirror in the story, will you exchange this talent?"

If Yao Rong had asked this question at noon, Jiang Fanyue would have been very hesitant.

But now, she can answer with certainty, "I won't change it. I really like it, I really like writing."