"Good boy, you should remember the kindness others have shown you." When Zhao Qingshan heard Zhou Yuanyuan say that she wanted to help Qiuxiang just because of a cake, he was not angry, but felt relieved instead.
There are many good people in this world, but there are also many ungrateful people. Zhao Qingshan has always taught his children to remember the kindness others have shown you, and not to take their kindness for granted. They should also forget the pressure others have put on them, because in adversity, you might unleash a power you haven't even realized. When you have the ability, you should repay those who have helped you.
It seems that Yunxiang not only did it herself, but also taught the children. This is what makes Zhao Qingshan happiest.
Zhou Yuanyuan only partially agreed with Zhao Qingshan's teachings. Repaying kindness to those who treated her well was a given, but she couldn't quite forget the bad things others had done to her. How could one repay kindness with kindness? In her past life, why had Zhou Yuanyuan's family suffered so much? It was because they were so kindhearted, so kind that they didn't believe "relatives" like Zhou Chunping would betray them for personal gain.
Zhou Yuanyuan doesn't think she is a saint. She can't ignore others even if they treat her badly. Since they dare to run in front of her, they must not be afraid of her suppression. She will suppress them severely and mercilessly until they are afraid of her and never dare to provoke her again.
"A-choo! A-choo!"
On a speeding train, Zhao Yunxiang, who was being talked about by Zhao Qingshan, sneezed twice.
"Sister, do you have a cold? Put on my scarf." Yu Meiru took out a wool-blend plaid scarf from her bag without saying a word and put it on Zhao Yunxiang's shoulders.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not cold." Zhao Yunxiang waved her hand, wanting to take off the handkerchief and return it to Yu Meiru. The handkerchief had tassels of the same color on both ends, which looked very elegant and obviously not cheap. Zhao Yunxiang didn't want to get it dirty.
"A-choo! A-choo!" Before Zhao Yunxiang could finish her words, she sneezed twice more.
"Sister, why are you being so polite to Meiru? You've been tired these past few days and are prone to catching a cold." Zhao Guohui felt a little depressed when he saw Zhao Yunxiang and Yu Meiru being so polite. Although Meiru looked aloof and cold, she actually showed great warmth towards the Zhao family. Perhaps because of her different upbringing, Zhao Yunxiang felt that Yu Meiru was like someone who walked out of a painting of ladies, with a touch of elegance in every move. Zhao Yunxiang felt a little inferior and would always subconsciously be polite to Yu Meiru.
"Well, I'll be polite then." Zhao Yunxiang saw her brother's frown and quickly pulled the square scarf she was wearing and joked, "You know what, this square scarf of Meiru seems to have magical powers. When I put it on me, my whole body is warm."
Zhao Yunxiang had been busy traveling and busy at home with Zhao Guohui's marriage these past few days, and she was really tired. She got up too early this morning, and as soon as she got on the train, a young girl sitting by the window in the aisle insisted on opening the window, saying it was stuffy. As the train started, the wind rushed in through the window. The girl was safe behind the window, but the wind blew right into Zhao Yunxiang's face. After a while, Zhao Yunxiang really felt dizzy.
Zhao Guohui tried to close the window several times, but was stopped by Zhao Yunxiang. In Zhao Yunxiang's opinion, being away from home is not easy for anyone, so just bear it if you can.
Wrapped in Yu Meiru's handkerchief, Zhao Yunxiang felt much warmer and could not help but lie down on the small table in front of her seat and fell into a deep sleep. Since the seats here were all occupied by Zhao Yunxiang and her family, she didn't have to worry about outsiders looking in. Zhou Jiasheng had gotten up early in the morning and was now sleeping soundly with his head resting on Wen Ziqing's legs.
Seeing Zhao Yunxiang asleep, Zhao Guohui wanted to talk to Yu Meiru. Yu Meiru gestured for Zhao Guohui to look at Wen Ziqing. Throughout the journey, Yu Meiru hadn't heard Wen Ziqing speak. What's wrong with the young man? Don't you like going back to Kyoto? Yu Meiru questioned Zhao Guohui with her eyes.
Zhao Guohui glanced at Wen Ziqing, who had been staring out the window in silence, and nearly laughed out loud. Zhao Guohui knew that Wen Ziqing was unhappy about being separated from Zhou Yuanyuan. Ever since arriving in Zhaojiagou, Wen Ziqing had always liked to stand by Zhou Yuanyuan's side, silently awaiting her instructions. In Zhao Guohui's view, Wen Ziqing was a masochist, constantly being bossed around by the little girl and forbidding anyone to criticize her.
Time flies, and more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Guohui felt a little emotional, and couldn't help but think of when Wen Ziqing first came to the Zhao family. He ignored everyone who spoke to him, and only when he saw Zhou Yuanyuan, the little naughty girl, would he blurt out words one by one.
The Zhao family's daily life was filled with laughter and joy. After living there for a while, Wen Ziqing's autism gradually improved. To this day, Wen Ziqing's interactions with outsiders have been normal, though he's been less talkative. Zhao Guohui heard from his father that Wen Ziqing's grades had always been top of the class, comparable to Zhou Jiasheng's.
Wen Ziqing hadn't spoken a word since leaving Zhaojiagou. He rushed to carry the luggage, buy breakfast, and other things, but he didn't say a word.
There is no direct train from Aoyama City to Kyoto, so you have to transfer in H City. Trains in those days were very slow, and it took two hours to travel only a hundred kilometers.
The car stopped at a small station. A middle-aged man who lived across the aisle from Zhao Yunxiang and the others got off the car, and a beautiful middle-aged woman got on.
The middle-aged woman had shiny black hair, tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head. There was no ornament on the bun, but despite this, the woman looked very noble at first glance.
The woman wore a moon-white, double-breasted, short-sleeved top and matching wide-leg trousers. The one-inch-wide, stand-up collar was trimmed with purple. The U-shaped neckline reached just two inches below her collarbone, and beneath it was embroidered a purple rose with a green stem. The layers of light and dark purple made the rose appear to be in full bloom, its long green stem entwined and entwined, evoking a captivating beauty. The woman's gait was particularly beautiful, imbued with a unique charm.
Ever since the woman boarded the train, everyone in the carriage seemed to have their acupuncture points pressed, and they all consciously shut their mouths. For a moment, the entire carriage was silent.
Wen Ziqing didn't turn around, but instead stared at the woman's every move through the carriage window. Somehow, Wen Ziqing felt that this woman wasn't as fragile as she appeared. Perhaps, this was a poisoned rose?
The carriage was silent, with only the clang of the train colliding with the rails. Suddenly, an abrupt sound broke the silence in the carriage.
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