"Who are you looking for here, little girl?"
An old, hoarse voice sounded, and Lin Yitang said politely: "Hello, I would like to borrow the wok, and by the way, please lend me some vegetables."
Looking at the old tiled house behind and the patched clothes of the two people in front of him, he hesitated and said, "Don't worry, I will pay you back in cash later, but not now. Or if you need it urgently, I can ask my colleague to pay for me first."
The old lady looked at the girl in front of her with unclear eyes. She had lived for almost a lifetime and had seen all kinds of people. She knew that the person in front of her was afraid that her family was not rich enough.
"Okay."
The old lady interrupted, "Although we are poor, we can still afford this little thing, so we don't need to ask you for money."
"Tiger."
She looked at her grandson behind her with her gray eyes and said, "Take this sister to the kitchen. She still doesn't know how to light the fire, so go and help her."
Hu Zi ran to the kitchen happily. The old lady looked at Lin Yitang and said, "Come in."
Lin Yitang thanked her and walked towards the kitchen.
When she walked over, she found that the fire under the stove was already burning. Hu Zi was hiding behind the stove, secretly looking at her with his bright black eyes.
Lin Yitang waved to him, "Come here."
Hu Zi hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved over and stood in front of her shyly.
Lin Yitang took out a handful of chocolate from his arms and handed it to him, "Here you go, thank you for helping me light the fire, little Tiger."
Hu Zi held the candy reverently, so excited that he couldn't speak smoothly, "No...you're welcome."
As he spoke, his nose started to run. He wiped it off carelessly and the snot got on his clothes.
Lin Yitang was slightly startled and relaxed, then turned around and handed him a piece of paper, "Wipe it like this."
Hu Zi looked at her in confusion, "What?"
Lin Yitang directly held Hu Zi's face with his hands and taught him to wipe his nose. "Do you understand? You will get sick if you get snot on yourself."
Hu Zi nodded and said okay.
Seeing him being so well-behaved, Lin Yitang suddenly thought of Wen Hangxing. She didn't know what the boy was doing now, and she couldn't call him to ask. She hadn't seen him for a few hours and she missed him a little.
Thinking of this, Lin Yitang asked softly, "Huzi, where are your parents? I want to borrow your phone to call my family."
The production crew took their phones away early in the morning, so Lin Yitang can only figure out a solution on his own now.
Lin Yitang just noticed that the grandmother-in-law and granddaughter couple had a very hard life at home. Apart from a broken landline phone, they only had the old phone in the old lady's bag for checking time.
Hu Zi narrated calmly: "My father died and my mother went to the city."
Lin Yitang suddenly realized and blamed himself for bringing up a bad topic. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
Hu Zi tilted his head, like a curious baby, "Sister, why are you apologizing? I haven't seen my father and mother. My father has been gone since I can remember, and my mother went to work in the city. I haven't seen them once."
"Sister, do you want to call your parents? Mom didn't answer my call when I called her, and then grandma didn't let me call her."
Lin Yitang felt sad when he heard this and patted his head gently, "Huzi, have you been to school?"
Hu Zi felt the dry and gentle touch on his head and squinted his eyes like a little mouse, just like he imagined his mother's hand.
"I go to primary school at the entrance of our village. I'm really good! I got the top score in my class!"
Lin Yitang said with a sincere smile: "That Hu Zi is really amazing!"
Hu Zi felt embarrassed and ran to the kitchen to light the fire.
Lin Yitang stood there, looking at his small, chubby figure, which looked exactly like Wen Hangxing when he was a child.
"Hu Zi can get things done."
The old lady's voice suddenly rang out from behind her. Lin Yitang realized that the old lady had walked up to her without her noticing. "Hu Zi has had a miserable life since he was a child. He never even saw his father after he was born. His cruel mother also abandoned him and went to the city. He learned to cook and read from an old woman like me. After I'm gone, he can at least survive."
Lin Yitang comforted her, "What are you talking about, old lady? You look strong and healthy, and you will definitely live well."
The old lady smiled bitterly and shook her head. "You are a kind-hearted person, but I know my body. I lost too much money in the past few years. It is only good for show but not for use."
Lin Yitang looked at the large patch of white on her head and fell silent.
At this moment, a slight breeze blew, bringing down some yellowish leaves from the big trees in the yard. They fluttered and fell to the ground, bringing a lonely coolness.
The old lady stared straight ahead, not knowing if she was looking at Hu Zi who was lighting a fire in the kitchen or at something else, or perhaps she wasn't looking at anything at all. "If that really happens, what will Hu Zi do alone?"
"By the way, if you're not from the village, what are you doing in this remote little place?"
The old lady asked doubtfully.
"I'm here to record the show."
"Oh, I know. It's with the group of people carrying the big black thing."
Lin Yitang realized she was talking about the camera and nodded in response: "Yes, they and I are colleagues."
"What nonsense are you talking to this old woman about?! You think these photographers are your colleagues and you're crazy about wanting the shots. Do you think that if you say a few nice words, they'll give you more cuts? I'm dying of laughter."
Fang Xiujiao's rude voice sounded at the door, full of dissatisfaction, and her accusations against Lin Yitong were also very sharp.
Lin Yitang's calm eyes swept over her, and seeing a little mud on her skirt, he pretended to be puzzled and said, "You followed your route and came here? Look at the mud on your skirt, it must have been hard work."
Fang Xiujiao narrowed her eyes, "Are you mocking me?"
Lin Yitang smiled faintly, "No, I'm just concerned."
Fang Xiujiao: ...I don’t believe you!
When people are angry, they tend to ignore the surrounding situation and start talking without thinking. Fang Xiujiao shouted: "What's it got to do with you?"
Lin Yitang's smile faded, and she looked cold and stern, with a solemn and sharp beauty. "It seems you understand this principle. What does it have to do with you how I speak or act?"
"I'm reminding you!"
Fang Xiujiao's eyes widened, as if she was incredulous at Lin Yitang's words. "Although you are a newcomer, there is a gap between you and them. They are just staff serving you."
"No, we both accepted this variety show. Their profession is photography, and mine is to demonstrate survival skills. There's no difference. So don't think you're superior. It looks cheap."
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