Song Yaohui looked over and saw four or five boys surrounding Song Dani and Song Erni, laughing loudly.
One of the boys said, "Song Dani, Song Erni, why aren't you at home taking care of your grandma? What are you doing here?"
Song Dani: "We can go wherever we want, we didn't go to your house, it's none of your business!"
Boy: "Tsk tsk tsk, that's fierce! Your parents won't let you go to school because they think you're a money-loser and will get married sooner or later. With you being so fierce, who would dare to marry you?"
When the truth was revealed, Song Dani became furious and embarrassed.
He yelled, "You're the one who's a money-loser! Your whole family is a money-loser!"
Then, the boys took turns mocking Song Dani and Song Erni, and Song Dani fought back with insults.
Song Erni was timid and stood there blankly watching her sister and the other person argue.
Song Yaohui walked over and said coldly, "That's enough, you lot!"
The boys scattered in a swarm.
No one dared to mess with Song Yaohui among the children of Songjiatun; when he spoke, no one dared to go against him.
Song Yaohui didn't like either of his uncles' children and they didn't usually play together. He just couldn't stand seeing a group of boys bullying a girl.
Without looking at the Song sisters again, he called Song Yaohua and left.
Song Dani watched their retreating figures and snorted coldly, "Don't think that just because he helped us, I'll thank him."
Song Erni said, "Sister, it's actually not bad to have an older brother, especially an older brother like Song Yaohui. That way, no one will dare to bully us."
Song Dani glared at her fiercely, "If we had an older brother, we'd be even less welcome at home."
Song Erni thought about it and agreed, so she stopped thinking about her brother.
Song Dani and Song Erni didn't go home until all the students from the village primary school had left.
Song Fanxing carried a bowl out of the Song family home, passed by her own private plot, and watered the vegetable garden with some spiritual spring water.
When I got home, as soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I saw Ye Fangxuan wearing that pale yellow plaid skirt, her plump body making the skirt bulge.
When Ye Fangxuan saw Song Fanxing, she was so frightened that she frantically tried to take off her skirt, but it was too tight and difficult to remove. She tried for a long time but couldn't reach the zipper at the back, and she even burst into tears.
Song Fanxing was innocent; she didn't say anything, did she?
"Mother!"
Ye Fangxuan shouted Fang Min's name.
Fang Min wasn't in the house; she'd probably gone to the outhouse.
Suddenly, Song Fanxing heard a tearing sound, and she looked at Ye Fangxuan in shock.
Ye Fangxuan screamed, "I didn't break it! I didn't break it! The dress is too small and the quality is bad. I didn't break it."
Song Fanxing's face turned cold.
"Ye Fangxuan, you did it, but you're wrong for not having the guts to admit it. Do you think you can cover it up by pretending to be pitiful?"
Fang Min opened the toilet door, pulled up her pants, and said with dissatisfaction, "You brat, what's wrong with Fangxuan wearing your skirt? Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of it?"
Song Fanxing: "Please put your pants on properly inside before you come out. It's disgusting to see you like this. Also, your daughter not only wore my skirt without my permission, but she also ruined it."
Fang Min said nonchalantly, "If it's broken, it can be sewn up. It's no big deal. Don't be so stingy."
Song Fanxing took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. She knew that arguing with her any further would be like talking to a brick wall.
I simply stopped talking.
Fang Min went inside and helped Ye Fangxuan take off her dress. Fang Min then came out with the dress and threw it in front of Song Fanxing.
"Here you go, this tattered skirt, who wants it!"
Everyone has their limits, and Song Fanxing was already trying her best to be patient.
She picked up a stone from the ground, about to throw it at Fang Min, when Song Yaohui's voice rang out from behind her.
"Hey sis, why is your skirt on the floor?"
He recognized the dress; it was a gift from his father to his younger sister. His sister loved it and wore it almost every day. Her mother washed it last night, so she didn't wear it today.
Song Fanxing silently put the stone away.
Song Yaohua ran over and picked up the skirt. "Oh no! How did the skirt get torn? The zipper is broken, and there's a tear on the side too."
Song Yaohui knew something was amiss and asked, "Who did it?"
Song Fanxing had no intention of keeping it to herself and feeling stifled.
"It was Ye Fangxuan who tore it, and my aunt even threw the skirt on the ground for me."
As she spoke, a pang of sorrow welled up in her heart, and her eyes involuntarily reddened.
How embarrassing! She quickly adjusted her breathing.
I'm over 30 years old, crying over a dress? No way! No way!
Seeing his younger sister so sad that she was about to cry, Song Yaohui felt heartbroken and comforted her, "Little sister, don't be sad. Mom will sew it up for you in a bit. Mom's needlework is amazing. It'll look just like before."
His sister hasn't cried in a long time. She's always smiling, like a little sun, bringing light wherever she goes and brightening up their family's life.
He was almost forgetting his sister who used to cry at the drop of a hat.
You can tell how heartbroken she is right now.
Song Yaohui asked Song Yaohua to coax his sister, then he went into the house and walked toward Ye Fangxuan and Fang Min.
"Apologize to my sister!"
Ye Fangxuan hid behind Fang Min in fear.
Fang Min scolded, "You brat, are you out of your mind? What's the big deal? You want us to apologize to that brat? How can you even say that?"
Song Yaohui looked fierce at this moment and said coldly, "Apologize!"
"We won't! What can you do about it? I've never heard of an elder apologizing to a younger person before, how interesting!"
Without further ado, Song Yaohui grabbed them and dragged them outside.
Song Fanxing: ……
How furious her gentle older brother must be...
The young man was strong and actually dragged the two of them to Song Fanxing.
Ye Fangxuan burst into tears.
Fang Min plopped down on the ground and began to wail and berate her brother and sister.
"God, why do you make us, mother and daughter, suffer like this? Living under someone else's roof, enduring all sorts of humiliation is bad enough, but now even a little child is bullying us. We can't live anymore... we can't live anymore..."
Villagers passing by the entrance all peered inside.
"Yaohui, what's wrong? Why is your aunt sitting on the floor crying?"
Fang Min got even more excited when she saw that there were people around.
"Fellow villagers of Songjiatun, please be the judge! We, a widow and her orphan, came to seek refuge with my sister, thinking that she would treat us kindly because we are sisters. Who knew that she would chase us away time and time again, and now her three nephews and nieces have ganged up on us to bully us."
Upon hearing this, the villagers at the door felt a surge of sympathy.
"Oh dear, what kind of sister is this? When her younger sister is in trouble, she should be helped. How can she treat an orphan and a widow like this?"
"Exactly, that's despicable!"
"Yaohui, you can't treat your aunt like that. Your aunt is so pitiful. I heard her husband died and she was kicked out by her in-laws. Don't bully her."
"This child is young, but he's quite wicked."
Hearing those words, Song Fanxing was so angry she wanted to punch someone.
"What are you doing?"
Fang Jie carried firewood to her doorstep and saw a crowd gathered there. She asked in confusion.
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