As evening approached, Su Xingran got up to eat dinner. Just as she stepped out of her room, a tall but lean man walked in. "Ranran, you're awake. Are you feeling better now? Come and sit on the stool, don't stand." "Dad, I'm fine, please sit down too."
On the table was a small pot of corn, a plate of green vegetables, a bowl of white rice, and a bowl of egg drop soup. The family of three sat down around the table. "Ranran, you can have this bowl of white rice and egg drop soup," Su's mother said, placing the white rice and egg drop soup in front of Su Xingran.
Su's mother served herself and Su's father a bowl of corn rice. Su Xingran looked at the white rice and egg soup, but she couldn't bring herself to eat. "Mom and Dad, you should eat too. I'll give you some each." "Ranran, you should eat by yourself. You need to nourish your body now. Your father went to the village chief and exchanged some white rice with him, and your mother also exchanged ten eggs with Grandma Huang next door. Eat these for a while to help you recover."
Su Xingran picked up the white rice and divided it among her parents' bowls, giving them half of the egg each. "Ranran's parents don't want any. We prefer corn rice. You can keep the white rice and egg for yourselves."
If my parents don't eat, I won't eat either. I don't like white rice and eggs. Su Xingran threw a tantrum, and her parents had no choice but to eat.
After dinner, Su Xingran told her parents that she wasn't rescued by her cousin, Su Wenli. Her parents were surprised. When they found Su Xingran on the mountain, she was only with Su Wenli, who claimed to have found Xingran and carried her up the mountain. The couple looked at each other, somewhat confused.
"Dad, Mom, and my cousin told you, 'She saved me, right?'" Su's parents nodded simultaneously. Su Xingran cleared her throat. "She didn't save me. She lied to you. When I fell down the mountain, there was no one beside me. Also, when I was injured and unconscious, I vaguely felt someone carrying me, but that person wasn't Su Wenli. The person carrying me was a man. Although I didn't open my eyes to see him, his back was very strong. He even called out to me to wake up and not fall asleep."
She had actually noticed these things in her past life, but after waking up, everyone said that Su Wenli had saved her. In addition, her aunt came to make a scene, and her head injury hurt even more. So, she subconsciously believed that Su Wenli had saved her. She didn't know why the person who saved her left after saving her, or how Su Wenli came to her side and pretended to be her savior.
Why did Wenli do this? If she didn't save him, why would she claim to? Su's parents looked puzzled. "Father, Mother, I don't know why my cousin did this either, but she definitely didn't have good intentions. Who would do something like that—pretending to be grateful and deceiving someone—especially when it involves life and death?" Su Xingran couldn't openly hint at anything to her parents; after all, she was only a twelve-year-old girl. Being too worldly-wise wouldn't be appropriate for her age.
If she suddenly acted out of character, her parents would notice something was wrong. If she immediately confessed, "I died and came back to life," it would sound like she'd gone mad. Who would believe such an absurd thing? Only she, the person directly involved, would believe it. She had to take it one step at a time, finding the right opportunity to confess, so that her parents could ruthlessly sever ties with those ungrateful wretches and bloodsuckers. The family had separated the year she was born; it was less a separation and more like her parents were kicked out. Because her aunt had given birth to three boys and one girl, they claimed there was no room for her parents with so many children and asked her grandparents to move them out.
My parents were essentially kicked out of the house with nothing. The house they were living in was originally the one my great-grandparents lived in, which they later inherited. So, when they were evicted, they weren't left without shelter. There was no written separation agreement; it was just a verbal arrangement, and my parents weren't given time to express any objection. I suspect they did it on purpose—not signing a formal separation agreement so they could easily exploit and oppress their parents.
The family of three chatted for a while. Su's father, who had to work the next day, went to wash up so he could rest early. Su's mother prepared some hot water for Su Xingran, helped her wipe her body and wash her feet, and told her to go to bed early. After Su's mother left, Su Xingran lay in bed, thinking about how to deal with that wicked family tomorrow. Thinking about it, because her wound hadn't healed and she was still dizzy, she slowly fell asleep.
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