Old Mrs. An didn't know how to respond to this. Xiaojun had grown up to this age, and even if she was biased, she couldn't say that Xiaojun was raised by her son.
If her younger son had not relied on his eldest son, her, and Xiaoqiu who could earn his own money, he would probably have had a hard time supporting himself, let alone supporting Xiaojun.
But no matter what, as long as you don’t want to sell the child, it’s fine.
An Xiaojun didn't know if he understood what he said, but he responded happily:
"Retirement, little general, grow up to take care of your father in his old age!"
An Jingzhi raised his hand and touched his head. "Then you have to grow up quickly and run faster. This speed is not enough. Otherwise, how will you support your father in his old age?"
This time when An Jingzhi raised his hand to touch him, An Xiaojun did not dodge, "Run! Xiaojun can run fast!"
Although An Xiaojun didn't know why his father asked him to run fast, his father said that he had to run faster so that he could have a retirement, so he had to run faster.
But An Xiaojun was a little distressed. He didn't know how to run faster. He had already used up all his strength just now.
Old Mrs. An didn't quite understand, "Why do you ask him to run so fast?" No matter how fast he ran, his brain wouldn't get any better, and it would only consume food. It would be better to use that little energy to do more work in the fields.
"I plan to send Xiaojun to the provincial sports base."
When this unfamiliar term came out, Mrs. An was immediately surprised and asked, "What base? Why did you send Xiaojun there?"
"I've been thinking about the sports base for the past few years. Xiaojun's brain can't be cured, but he'll grow up one day and have to learn to support himself. Although his brain isn't great, his physical strength is still good. I've noticed that he can run very fast. It just so happens that his training has almost finished in the past few years. We can send him to the provincial sports base and let him eat the government's food."
The same question flashed through the minds of Old Mrs. An and An Xiaoqiu: What training?
Old Mrs. An asked aloud, "What kind of training?"
An Jingzhi looked like he had a difficult time. "Wasn't Xiaojun beaten every day a few years ago? This kid can't think straight, and he doesn't understand even when I explain. What if he fights back without knowing how to control his strength and gets hurt? But it hurts me to see him not fight back. I threatened him not to let anyone hit him again. If he gets hit, he must run away. If he doesn't run away, I'll sell him off."
"Look at Xiaojun, isn't he running very fast now? How can I not feel sorry for my own child? But the kids in this village all bully him, and I can't just go door to door and beat them up. Letting Xiaojun run when he's bullied will not only improve his running speed, but also keep him from getting hurt."
Old Mrs. An suddenly felt confused. So her son always said he wanted to sell Xiaojun because he wanted to train Xiaojun's running speed to scare the child?
An Xiaoqiu also felt that it was difficult to digest the information in her brain. So, in fact, everything her father did was for Xiaojun's own good, so that Xiaojun could survive independently in the future?
Old Mrs. An didn't know what a sports base was, but An Xiaoqiu had attended high school after all, so she naturally knew it very well.
If her younger brother could enter the sports base, he would have a job in the country, and maybe he would be able to survive independently as her father said, and she would no longer have to worry about his future life.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was very reliable. Her brother was not very smart, but he was indeed a very fast runner.
No kid in the village who was older than him could catch up with him.
Thinking of this, An Xiaoqiu's eyes were a little complicated. Could it be that she really misunderstood her father? Her father actually cared about Xiaojun?
Mrs. An was stunned for a long time before she sorted out her thoughts. "So you deliberately didn't get close to Xiaojun? Just to make him afraid of you and run faster outside?"
An Jingzhi looked helpless. "I realized he only seemed to listen to me, so I had no choice but to do this on purpose. If I get too close to him and he's not afraid of me, who knows if he'll still be able to run so fast outside? This is what I came up with. It's the only way out for him in this life."
Old Mrs. An still felt something was wrong, "When he was little..."
An Jingzhi had already thought of an excuse, with a guilty look on his face, "Mom, didn't Xiaojun's mother die a few years ago when he was little? Actually, I do blame this child. I blame him for taking my wife away with him."
After saying this, he seemed to be thinking of something sad, and then he paused and said:
"By the time I figured it out, Xiaojun had grown up. In the blink of an eye, Xiaoqiu had grown up too."
After saying that, he glanced at An Xiaoqiu who was standing next to him, wondering what she was thinking.
Yes, An Xiaoqiu still has some memories. Although she was only three years old when her mother passed away, she can vaguely remember that her father was not like this when she was young. In that memory, her father loved her very much and was also very good to her mother.
The original owner had insisted on marrying An Xiaoqiu and their mother because she was pretty. An Xiaoqiu and their mother was an educated youth who had been sent to the countryside to work. Both of her parents died during labor reform, and she had no one to rely on at the time.
Although the original owner had a bad reputation, he was good at sweet-talking and asking about the other person's well-being. He took advantage of the other person's sadness over the loss of his parents and tricked him into going home.
The other person was good-looking, so the original owner was naturally a little curious at first and treated her very well. He even changed his lazy nature and became a good family man.
But it didn't last for a few years. In the year An Xiaojun was born, his true nature had actually begun to show.
But what impressed Mrs. An the most was definitely how her son changed from being lazy to being diligent. So An Jingzhi's words were not exposed.
Old Mrs. An didn't expect that her son had so many things hidden in his heart. It turned out that they had misunderstood each other.
"Son, you've suffered so much over the years."
While they were talking, Brother An and his family also went home. Today, Sister-in-law An took her eldest son to a blind date, and the others had just returned from the fields.
Of course they heard what An Jingzhi said, but they still had many doubts in their hearts.
Brother An couldn't help but ask, "What about Xiaoqiu? You did that, deliberately keeping away from her for Xiaojun's own good. So what do you mean by Xiaoqiu?"
Not only did he not allow his niece to go to school, he also asked her to earn money to pay for her tuition, and he even took away the money his daughter earned.
When An Xiaoqiu heard her uncle's question, her body suddenly tensed up and her hands clenched into fists involuntarily, as if she was waiting for the verdict of fate.
She thought she had long since stopped caring about this so-called father, but today's words gave her a little more anticipation.
This matter is indeed difficult to explain. An Jingzhi pretended to be in pain and said, "Xiao Qiu is a strong and good girl. It's a pity that I, as a father, have dragged her down."
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