Standing at the door, watching the men and women coming and going, Sun Lifang realized she had done something stupid. "Everyone else has name tags, but I don't even know their phone numbers or names. What am I supposed to do here?"
In a hurry, Sun Lifang called Grandma Sun. At first, someone else answered, and it took several rings before the call was finally transferred to Grandma Sun.
The very first sentence was, "There are a lot of people at the train station, so you have to keep a close eye on Yaya. Don't let her look around. You said you're picking someone up, why are you bringing a child along?"
These days, there are many child traffickers. Grandma Sun watches the news and legal news every day, and when she encounters someone, she curses, "Child traffickers deserve to die." Now, when she hears that Sun Lifang is taking the child to the train station, her heart jumps into her throat, and she keeps telling Sun Lifang to hold the little girl's hand tightly.
Where did so many human traffickers come from?
Sun Lifang believed her daughter and turned around to see Zhou Xinya squatting in a corner, talking to a little boy.
Just a few steps away, Sun Lifang nodded to the boy's parents, hung up the phone, and went over to pull her daughter away.
The little girl seemed very sleepy. When Sun Lifang hugged her, she opened her arms and said she was tired.
Having no other choice, Sun Lifang could only squat down and let her daughter lean on her shoulder, saying, "Mommy can't carry you, come up here yourself."
Grab their two chubby little legs, give them a bounce, and they're up there.
After everyone had disembarked at the train station, there was no need to search further. Seeing a familiar profile, Sun Lifang glanced at it from afar, then quickly walked a few steps with the chubby little boy on her back and called out, "Haiyan?"
Huh? The woman turned around and saw Sun Lifang. Her blank expression turned to surprise and delight. Her beautiful features blossomed, and she was speechless for a moment.
"Your child?" Sun Lifang asked, looking at the girl the woman was holding hands with.
It's actually a rhetorical question that you already know the answer to.
Su Tao, a girl who came to Shanghai for art exams in her past life, is now twelve years old. Holding her mother's hand, she looked up at Sun Lifang, then lowered her head shyly.
She seems to be a shy girl.
Sun Lifang expressed her understanding, saying that children of this age are often shy when facing unfamiliar relatives and don't know how to greet them.
She inherited her mother's temperament; both mother and daughter are gentle and considerate. Like mother, like daughter.
After Haiyan urged her several times, Su Tao finally called out softly, "Auntie, hello Auntie."
It was soft and delicate; if you weren't paying attention, it would quickly be drowned out by the sound of the wind.
"Hey, you must be tired from coming all this way?" Sun Lifang, carrying her daughter on her back, couldn't help them carry their things, so she bounced them a little to help Zhou Xinya get up. "Stop pretending. You weren't sleepy just now, what are you pretending for now?"
"Get up quickly, don't let your sister laugh at you."
Zhou Xinya is an energetic girl, and the kindergarten even arranges for her to take a nap in the afternoon.
I picked him up after his afternoon nap and after he had some snacks.
There's no reason for me to feel sleepy at this time.
So Sun Lifang thought her daughter was just "intermittently shy" and embarrassed to talk to her older sister.
Zhou Xinya is sometimes like this; she could walk, but she insists on being carried.
He was fine in front of Sun Lifang, but when he met Zhou Yunshi, his legs seemed to be just decorations, like cultural relics and treasures. He had to have them massaged and loosened up from time to time before he could walk.
It called out twice, but there was no response.
Sun Lifang was getting a little anxious. She pinched her daughter's leg and called out her full name sternly, "Zhou Xinya, I'll count to three, and you're coming down here."
They initially said they would host the guests, but they messed up at the crucial moment.
I called out twice more, but there was still no response.
The little girl below spoke up, saying, "Auntie, please don't scold her. It seems like the little girl is really asleep."
Where did he fall asleep? Sun Lifang didn't believe it, so she put him down and turned him into her arms.
The little girl mumbled something, hugged Sun Lifang's neck, and fell asleep again.
She seemed genuinely tired. Helpless, Sun Lifang could only apologize, "I'm so sorry, look at all these things, I can't carry any of them."
It contained both cotton quilts and soybeans with pickled vegetables; it was square and long, and looked very heavy.
It took up a large area when it was placed on the ground.
Sun Lifang couldn't figure out how they had transported all these things.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Haiyan took out a carrying pole.
He bent down, with two bags of beans and grains in front and quilts and clothes behind, spread his legs, took a deep breath, and started carrying them.
The little girl next to her was carrying a glass bucket, the kind used for making liquor in her hometown. She carried it with difficulty, swaying it twice with each step.
Seeing this, Sun Lifang dared not delay any longer. She carried Zhou Xinya on her back and walked outside, telling them to be careful as they went, "You look heavy. You're really strong."
They hadn't spoken for many years, and upon seeing their former goddess again, there was a sense of unfamiliarity between them.
It was Sun Lifang who took the initiative to start the conversation, finding topics to discuss and praising Haiyan's energy.
Years have passed, and Haiyan has changed a lot.
You weren't this thin before.
Sun Lifang thought, "Now I'm so thin my bones are sticking out, and my whole face is square. Where is even a tenth of my former beauty?"
Hearing Sun Lifang praise her for being strong and capable, Haiyan smiled silently, her face both calm and helpless, and said, "What strength? I used to carry a lot of grain, have you forgotten?"
Speaking of this, Sun Lifang couldn't recall any past impressions.
In just ten short years, it seems as if the speed-up button has been pressed, and Sun Lifang can only remember some scattered fragments.
Perhaps the human brain automatically avoids pain?
Sun Lifang could no longer recall the memory of Haiyan telling her that she had once "couldn't carry enough grain, so she went to sleep under a bridge, was caught and beaten, and your mother even came to mediate."
Is that true?
Why doesn't she remember this?
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