Every time I go home, I have a different feeling, and this time is even more so. Su Changlin was lying on a lounge chair in the yard basking in the sun. Su Xian passed by him and handed him an envelope with cash in it: "I'm going to Uncle Zhao's house."
Su Changlin took the envelope and put it directly into his pocket. He glanced at the other envelope in Su Xian's hand and said, "It's time to go. I have been thanked for his care for so many years. Without him, I probably wouldn't be alive today."
During this trip, Su Changlin figured out a lot of things. Although he has grown old, his thinking has improved. Although it is a little late, he has finally figured out what he wants to do. However, Su Xian believes that what really makes Su Changlin figure out what he wants to do is money. If she were poor and destitute now and her family situation remained the same as before, her father would probably never figure out what he wants to do in his life.
Uncle Zhao's concern for the villagers is obvious to everyone. He has been the village chief until today. Although he is old, he is still in good spirits and is as busy as young people. When Su Xian arrived, Uncle Zhao was weeding in the field at the door. There was a faded wedding character pasted on the door, but it still looked very festive.
Uncle Zhao's son got married the year before last. After Su Xian found out about this, she asked her father to send a gift money to Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao accepted the money at that time, but the next day Uncle Zhao stuffed the money back to Su Changlin. After Su Xian found out about this, she almost cried.
Uncle Zhao is a good man, so good that it makes her want to cry. The older a person gets, the more he cannot bear the purest and simplest emotions in the world.
"Girl, come on, get a stool and sit down. Your hands are dirty."
Su Xian brought a small stool and sat next to Uncle Zhao. Looking at his white hair, she felt distressed. She remembered that she used to think how nice it would be if Uncle Zhao was her biological father. In this way, she would not have to live a life full of smoke and gunpowder every day. Now she suddenly realized that although he was not her father, Uncle Zhao cared for her just as much. What difference did it make whether they were related by blood or not
"Uncle, this is for you." Su Xian didn't say too many sentimental words and handed the envelope to Uncle Zhao directly.
Uncle Zhao only took a glance and went back to work: "You don't have to give it to me, just keep it for yourself to eat and drink well. Being away from home is different from being at home. You have to spend money on food, clothes and daily necessities. Besides, the cost of living in the city is high and city people like to compare. Don't compromise yourself to save money. Eat and drink as you should, go to work beautifully every day, and return home safely. Then Uncle Zhao will be satisfied."
Su Xian felt warm at heart, but she had made up her mind not to return empty-handed. "Uncle, just accept it. If you don't, I won't feel at ease. You treat me like your own daughter. It's only natural for a daughter to give you some money as a filial gift."
Uncle Zhao's hands trembled as he worked, and he opened his mouth to refuse. Su Xian simply started to act like a spoiled child: "Uncle, don't you think I'm your daughter anymore? If you do, just accept it. Your daughter is capable now. This little money is nothing. Don't feel bad for me. Just take it and buy some food and drinks. Then others will say that my daughter knows how to repay kindness."
Uncle Zhao seemed determined not to accept it.
"Uncle," Su Xian pinched her throat and pretended to be weak: "Just take it, my hands are sore from lifting it."
"Dad, just accept it. I can't stand it any more." Uncle Zhao's son suddenly came out of the house and said, "You love this little sister well. You always praise her in front of me. Now you are secretly happy again."
"You're the only one who talks too much!" Uncle Zhao wiped his nose. "Every time this kid comes back, he talks a lot of nonsense. He's showing off like a little leader."
Although he cursed, he felt pain in his heart. As Uncle Zhao's only son, although he had little education and his family conditions were average, he was well-educated. So education has little to do with money.
Uncle Zhao finally accepted the money. His hands were shaking when he took the envelope. He never thought about getting any reward for taking care of Su Xian's family. He just felt sorry for the child who had lost her mother since childhood and Su Changlin had to take care of herself. He was afraid that the child would never recover and would become a broken jar. So he tried to take care of her and help her a little more so that she would not fall into oblivion. Unexpectedly, the girl not only became successful, but also never forgot her roots.
Uncle Zhao thought about it over and over again, and was troubled by this matter for a long time. Now that he saw that Su Xian was living a good life and regarded him as a benefactor, but he could not just be a good man in vain. After all, it was not him who helped the Su family solve their financial difficulties.
Having achieved her goal, Su Xian was so happy that she was about to go back, but Uncle Zhao stopped her.
"Girl, uncle has something to tell you." Uncle Zhao hesitated for a long time: "Although uncle promised others not to tell, uncle has been thinking that after all, we owe them, we can't pretend that we don't know."
Su Xian immediately realized what Uncle Zhao was going to say, "Uncle, actually, I already knew it."
They all thought that the other party didn't know, but everyone knew that this lie was a secret in their hearts. They didn't tell it out loud just because they didn't want to destroy the kindness and beauty.
Uncle Zhao went back to the house, and when he came back he had a small notebook in his hand. "I wrote down in this notebook how much money they sent and how much stuff they sent. I also lied to your dad about the food and clothes he had, and said they were from me. But in fact, I didn't get so much money. Fortunately, your dad didn't think too much about it, so I didn't have to bother explaining it."
The palm-sized notebook, when opened, records the date, items, and remittance amount on each page.
"That kid is a good kid. He often calls to ask about your situation. He is afraid that you are under too much pressure to study for the college entrance examination, so he tries to find useful exercises for you. He knows that you have a cold and are sick, so he sent you medicine from a long distance. When the college entrance examination was approaching, you couldn't sleep well, so those sleeping aids were also sent by him. That kid is very considerate. He did so much, but he didn't let me tell you, because he was afraid that you would feel ashamed in front of outsiders if you knew, and that it would hurt your self-esteem. He repeatedly told me not to say anything. I, your uncle, have been a good person for so many years in vain."
Su Xian's nose was sour: "Uncle, you are a good person."
The past scenes flashed in her mind one by one, those exercise materials, the box containing various conventional medicines, and even some blood-replenishing things for girls. How did a teenager do everything so carefully and thoroughly, and how did he do it without saying anything? What did she do for Zuo Yueyao during those years when he was protecting her behind her back? Thinking about it carefully, she didn't do anything.
After returning home, Su Xian passed by Su Changlin again. Without saying a word, she went straight into her room and closed the door without making any sound. It was two hours later when she came out again. Su Changlin looked at Su Xian's red and swollen eyes and asked, "What evil spirit possessed you when you went out? Why are you crying? Did your uncle Zhao criticize you?"
"Uncle Zhao would never criticize me. Do you think he's the same as you?" Su Xian was in a bad mood and spoke in a harsh tone.
Su Changlin not only didn't care, but also tried to save face: "I used the stick to make a filial son. If I hadn't pushed you like that, you might not be where you are now."
This sentence sounded like an insult, but also like a compliment. Su Xian snorted and said nothing more. He picked up a bag of various specialties and snacks brought from North City and delivered them door to door. Su Changlin looked at his daughter and suddenly thought of his late wife. This child really inherited all the good qualities of her mother.
Su Xian has been staying at home for quite some time. She used to only want to leave Heyunling, but as she got older, she felt that life in her hometown was quite comfortable. However, no matter how comfortable it was, she had to go back to work. If she worked in another company with her working condition, she would have been fired long ago. Su Xian knew that her comfortable life in the company was "indulged" by Huang Kaifeng. There must be people talking behind her back, but she didn't hear a word of it. Huang Kaifeng had done his duty as a master for his proud disciple.
So she couldn't let him down.
After packing his luggage, Su Xian felt relieved to see that Su Changlin could live like a normal person again, and planned to return to North City early tomorrow morning.
In the evening, Su Xian received a call from Chen Biyu, who sounded a little anxious: "Xianxian, where are you!?"
"I'm at my hometown, you know that." Su Xian replied leisurely leaning against the head of the bed.
"Have you watched the news?" Chen Biyu asked again.
"Don't tell me which celebrity cheated again"
"Zuo Yueyao, something happened!" Su Xian interrupted her with genuine concern, but Su Xian didn't believe it at all. He just thought Chen Biyu was playing some tricks again. "I don't believe you. What can happen to him? It's not April Fools' Day. Don't try to play tricks on him."
"Really! Go watch the news. There's an earthquake. There's an earthquake over there! The North City Hospital sent a bunch of people to rescue. Ren Shang went too. When he left, his eyes were red. He said he would definitely bring Zuo Yueyao back safely. When Lu Xiran told me, I didn't believe it either, but the news can't be a lie!"
The hand holding the phone was shaking slightly, and a feeling of suffocation surged into her throat. She often wondered if he was too tired over there, and if he often had stomachaches because he didn't eat on time. She hoped that everything would go smoothly for him, and that he would be safe and sound. She had no other wishes, but why was it like this
It was like a bolt from the blue, which shook Su Xian to pieces.
Chen Biyu's voice came again, even with a crying tone: "I called Zuo Yueyao's cell phone countless times, but I couldn't get through. If I wasn't about to give birth soon, I would have wanted to go to him. I have known him for so many years, and I hope he is safe. My husband also wants to go, but he is worried about me being alone. I thought you must have gone to find him since you knew about this."
Love, hate, and vengeance have become the most insignificant things at this moment. The emotions between them have unknowingly risen to another level. Even if there are conflicts and quarrels on weekdays, they are completely thrown behind their minds at the critical moment. All they think about is that the other person is well.
Live well!
Su Xian told himself again and again that he was such a powerful man, he would be fine!
He kept taking deep breaths, trying to clear his mind, and looked out the window at the pitch-black darkness. No matter how dark it was, it couldn't overcome the gloom in his heart. As a person who is afraid of the dark, he no longer has time to take care of this weakness of his.
I was surprised to find that my hands were so out of control that I simply packed my luggage while trembling.
Su Changlin was surprised that his daughter was saying goodbye to him with her bag in the dark. He wanted to scold her, but when he saw her almost pale face, he couldn't say a word. He just said a few words seriously: "Be careful on the road, and bring him back when you are free."