Pei Zhi took Xu Xingran's hand and led her to the honor roll.
In the second row, I saw Xu Xingran's name, as well as a photo of Xu Xingran when she was a child.
"You were quite chubby in junior high."
He's fair-skinned and chubby; you can tell he eats well at home.
Xu Xingran stood in front of the honor roll, quietly looking at the photo.
When Xu Xingran was a child, his parents loved to document him and took many photos of him.
Later, the house was sold, and all the photos and other miscellaneous items were thrown away.
"My dad is a chef, and he cooks very well."
Xu Xingran began to recall her parents, "Every time, my mother would prepare the dishes at home and let my father cook them when he came back."
"Sometimes I would even bring my classmates who lived at school to my home for a meal."
Xu Xingran changed the subject: "But later, my father got sick and was diagnosed with stomach cancer."
"When it was diagnosed, it was already in the late stage. We went to a big hospital for treatment for a year, and the family's savings were almost used up, so my mother sold the house."
Xu Xingran pursed her lips, "On the day Mom went to trade the house, Dad jumped into the river."
“Dad left a will, telling Mom to take the money and live a good life with me. He didn’t want to be a burden on us.”
Pei Zhi squeezed Xu Xingran's hand tightly, hoping to give Xu Xingran some strength.
"As a result, less than three months later, my mother also fell ill with brain cancer."
"It was mid-stage brain cancer. She had surgery, but it recurred less than six months later, and that's how my mother passed away."
Pei Zhi sighed. Although she knew that Xu Xingran was an orphan, she did not expect that reality would be so cruel.
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