The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"Okay, I'll find some books from my house for you to read some other day."

When it comes to buying books, Wang Mazi can be considered diligent, but the books he bought were just like "Story Club".

Occasionally when he went to the market, he would come across people selling some old books that they had read, and he would secretly buy them and take them home to read.

"What kind of books are those in your house? Don't let them lead people astray. Go buy a dictionary or something more practical."

Wang Ziheng sat down beside the brazier and his eyes fell on the child beside him.

"This should be Yuanyuan, right?"

"Yes, don't they look alike, father and daughter?"

Wang Mazi was brought here mainly for this matter. He had not been back for a long time, so he brought him here to take a look at the new children in the village.

Wang Ziheng heard about the child's origins from him on the way. As he had read too many stories about Ma Zi and liked to add some exaggerations to them, there was a bit of fiction in the story.

"Hello, Uncle Wang!"

Yuanyuan took the initiative to greet him, her round almond-shaped eyes were watery.

"How do you know my last name is Wang?"

Wang Ziheng looked at her curiously. This little girl was quite polite.

“This is Wangjia Village…”

Yuanyuan blinked her innocent big eyes. Most people in the village had the surname Wang.

“Ah…hahahaha…”

Wang Ziheng smiled awkwardly and leaned closer to look at the papers on the small wooden table.

"Jiahe, you can learn more about early childhood education. Children in the city have already started attending the red education class when they are Yuanyuan's age."

"Red Education Class? Can you go to school at such a young age?"

It was the first time that Chen Jiahe heard this. City life seemed a bit far away for him.

"Yes, but it's just some enlightenment education, mostly based on play. Parents with education can help their children with their homework."

After get off work at the factory, Wang Ziheng would check his children’s homework when he had time.

Chen Jiahe listened carefully to everything related to children. The three children were very interested in things happening in the city and surrounded Wang Ziheng to listen to him talk about the latest news in the city.

Before they knew it, it was noon. Chen Jiahe used tongs to pick up the charcoal and put it into the earthen stove to prepare lunch.

"Stay and have dinner with us."

He left a brief remark and went back into the kitchen.

"what did he say?"

Wang Mazi suspected that he was hallucinating. In all the years they knew each other, he had never invited him to drink a sip of water, but just now he actually said he wanted to keep him for dinner.

"Told us to eat here."

Wang Ziheng was also a little surprised, because he had the impression that he was a taciturn and stingy person.

The number of words they had spoken before today could be counted on two hands.

"Brother Jiahe is not stingy now. He even gave Yingying candy before."

Wang Shuo seldom came to the Chen family before, but because his sister loved to play with Yuanyuan, he came more often.

"My father is not stingy."

Yuanyuan thinks that her father just likes to count money and never cares when buying things for her.

"Yes, your dad is the best."

Wang Ziheng patted her head gently and looked at the half-sewn sole beside her. It seemed that this person had really changed a lot.

"Jiahe is not really stingy, it's just that he has too few things."

Wang Mazi sighed after he finished speaking. Just looking at how he treats children, you can tell that if you put your heart into it, they will be willing to give it their all.

"What do you mean by that?"

Wang Ziheng heard the hidden meaning in his words and looked at him curiously with raised eyebrows.

"You know that Jiahe didn't have anything delicious or fun to eat since she was a child. It's not easy for her to live to this age. She definitely wouldn't be willing to use anything she has."

Wang Mazi paused for a moment, lowered his eyes to look at the charcoal fire in the brazier, as if he wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

"That's true..."

Wang Ziheng did not have too many doubts. They were only one or two years apart in age, and he knew very well what the situations of each family were like when they were young.

Fifteen years ago——

Wang Mazi passed by Chen's house after school. Seeing that it was not dark yet, he thought of talking to him before going back.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the sound of quarreling and throwing things. The Chen couple were arguing.

He thought the two men were beating Chen Jiahe again, and raised one foot, hesitating whether to step in.

Because someone had advised the couple not to beat their child before, but when they came back they thought it was Chen Jiahe who had complained outside and beat him even harder.

During the few seconds he hesitated, he heard a secret about Chen Jiahe's life experience.

Chen Jiahe is not the biological son of the Chen couple, but the son of Chen's mother's younger sister.

My sister's family was wiped out in an accident, and they raised Chen Jiahe in order to get the compensation.

Chen's father is infertile, so the couple has no children of their own.

The two of them moved away from their original village because they were ridiculed for not being able to have children, and told others that they were fleeing.

Chen Jiahe was just over one year old when his parents died. He had no idea that they were not his biological parents. This also effectively covered up the secret that the couple could not have children.

After hearing this secret, Wang Mazi was completely dumbfounded. He didn't dare to breathe and ran back quickly.

On the way, he met Chen Jiahe who was dragging firewood back. He hesitated whether to tell him, but in the end he didn't say anything.

When he got home, he told his mother about it, and she asked him if he had misheard.

Wang Mazi said that he heard it clearly and the two of them said more than once that Chen Jiahe was not their biological child.

But his mother's words dissuaded him from telling Chen Jiahe.

"This is no small matter. According to what you said, Jiahe's parents are dead. Even if you tell him that he is not his biological son, where should you let him go?

Not being able to have a baby is no small matter, you must not say anything nonsense, what if those two think it was Jiahe who said it, won’t they beat him to death? You must not hurt others. "

In fact, in the end, his mother thought he was just talking nonsense as a child and didn't take it seriously and just forgot about it.

But Wang Mazi thought about it and realized that it made sense. It would not be worth it if Jiahe got beaten up again.

After a long time, he had almost forgotten about this matter, but just now he suddenly remembered it again.

The old couple of the Chen family have been dead for several years, so there is no need to bring up this matter again.

Originally thought that Chen Jiahe invited them to dinner and just made some simple coarse grains.

Unexpectedly, he fried the piece of meat given by Aunt Chen, steamed a pot of rice, and added some vegetarian dishes and a pot of carrot soup.

"Why make it so sumptuous? Just eat something casually."

When Wang Mazi entered the kitchen to serve the dishes, my perception of him was refreshed again. He was really different from before.

"Didn't you say you would teach me to read? Thank you for that."

Chen Jiahe's concept is also slowly changing. If he wants to gain benefits from others, he should also learn to give back.

"You said you thanked me?"

It was the first time Wang Mazi heard the word "thank you" from his mouth. He was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

It's a bit uncomfortable to be so friendly with him, but it's easier to get along with him than with him who speaks harshly.

"Why are you saying thank you? I haven't even started teaching you yet."

"..."

Chen Jiahe thanked him in advance to make sure that Ma Zi would not go back on his word. He has been like this since he was a child. Even though his words are irrelevant, they count.

"Wait for me to go back and get a bottle of wine, so we can have a good drink together."

While they were serving the dishes, Wang Ziheng gave some instructions, opened the door and ran back in the wind and snow.