The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"Good boy!"

Ye Huaixu looked at the child with approval, knowing that it was little Xingxing who was beaten, and the little guy was frightened.

Zheng Yu helped the children put all the toys and snacks into the storage box and smiled at everyone apologetically.

"I'm sorry, my child is ignorant and made everyone laugh."

Xingxing was still sobbing and wiping her tears. It seemed that she had been crying so hard that she was having difficulty breathing.

She is usually busy with work and rarely has time to spend with her children.

My husband is a first-generation entrepreneur who came from a mountain village and worked hard on his own. His career is developing very well.

The couple's parents-in-law in the village were old and had difficulty moving around, so they took them in to live with them.

The two old people doted on their child, making him lawless. He would yell at or even hit the servants in the house if he disagreed with them.

She brought her child to participate in this program because she also wanted to train and educate him well, let him learn well with children of the same age, and not grow up to be an uneducated rich second generation.

The other families heard what was said and offered some kind words of comfort, but they were all polite and perfunctory.

Everyone was not familiar with each other to begin with, and when they saw Xingxing starting to fight over a disagreement, they couldn't help but worry that their own children would be bullied.

The sun is setting. The only task today is to allocate residences, which will be done by drawing lots and cannot be changed.

"Children, the envelope in my hand contains photos of the new home you will be moving into soon. Come over and draw your own. Once you have drawn your own, you cannot change it!"

Song Yunqi held five envelopes in his hands, squatted down with a gentle look, and kindly called the children to come over and draw the lottery.

At the signal from their parents, the five children walked up to him together, randomly selected envelopes from his hand, and then took them back to show their parents.

The environment and facilities of a house are different, some are good and some are bad, it all depends on luck.

After Ye Huaixu opened the envelope in his hand, he almost died on the spot.

The draw results are as follows:

Chen Jing and his son: A courtyard with fragrant flowers

Feng Rui and his daughter: Luxurious small mansion

Zheng Yu and his mother: ordinary small flat

Dou Xin and her daughter: Thatched House

Ye Huaixu and his daughter: Adobe House

After the results were announced, Dou Xin and Ye Huaixu looked at each other tacitly, and saw the despair in each other's eyes.

Everyone carried their luggage and followed Song Yunqi to his residence, a small Western-style building located not far from the entrance of the village.

The yard is spacious and bright, with white walls and green tiles. The balcony on the second floor has a wide view and is perfect for enjoying the scenery. The furniture is fully available and the decoration is simple and elegant.

The fence of the flower-scented courtyard is covered with bright roses. There is a camphor tree in the courtyard, and many hydrangeas and bougainvilleas are planted around it. There is a small square table under the tree, which is perfect for drinking tea.

The small flat is not bad, it has everything it should have, it’s just a little ordinary compared to the first two, but it’s still comfortable to live in.

As for the latter two families, there is not much to say. It can be summed up in four words: penniless.

Especially after the line "I came here to witness the happiness of other people's families", Ye Huaixu and Dou Xin tried hard to smile, but they could not hide the bitterness on their faces.

Not only is the house shabby, but the geographical location is also extremely tricky, located halfway up the mountain.

Yuanyuan got tired halfway through the walk, and pulled at her father's trouser leg, saying bitterly, "Dad, I can't walk anymore..."

Ye Huaixu was holding two suitcases in his hands and had no extra hands to hold her.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the child bending over with her hands on her knees, he felt distressed and winked at her in the direction of Song Yunqi.

Yuanyuan's little brain worked extremely quickly on things like this. She straightened up, took a deep breath, and ran to Song Yunqi with open arms.

"Uncle, hold me!"

"it is good!"

Song Yunqi readily agreed, bent down and picked up the child. After all, she was his little niece, so he was naturally happy to take care of her.

When they first held the little guy, he felt soft and weightless, but he became heavier as they held him for a long time. By the time they reached the adobe house where they lived, his back was already wet with sweat.

Ye Huaixu pushed open the wooden door of the earthen house, and a smell of run-down dust blew in his face. He raised his hand to fan away the unpleasant smell.

The mud house only had a main room and a kitchen, with a woven bed covered with mats placed in the middle.

This is not as good as Dou Xin’s thatched hut. At least it was temporarily built by the program team and it is relatively clean.

Ye Huaixu threw down the luggage in his hand, stepped over the threshold and sneered: "Hahaha, damn, it's so shabby..."

Lying on that woven bed and looking at the dilapidated wooden roof, I felt like my life was over.

"It's being recorded. Pay attention."

Although Song Yunqi usually likes to tease him, he won't tease him on purpose at work. He nudged him with his elbow as a reminder.

"..."

Ye Huaixu walked in pulling his suitcase. This was the first time he had seen such a house in his life.

"Let's get settled first. We'll go down the mountain at 7pm. The production team has arranged a dinner."

Song Yunqi gave one more instruction before leaving. For Ye Huaixu, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, such conditions were indeed difficult.

"Hmm..." Ye Huaixu put the suitcase on the empty space beside the bed, moved an old chair and sat at the door, and stretched out his hand to the child: "Come and sit."

"Dad, I want to see it."

Yuanyuan felt that this adobe house had a sense of déjà vu, as if she had lived in a house like this before. She walked into the kitchen, took a look around, and then came out.

There was only an empty stove in the kitchen, without even a pot on it.

The door was facing the wind vent, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making me feel cold.

The little guy had lively eyes. He found a broken broom from somewhere and started sweeping the ground wildly.

The camera cuts to other families, where the adults are tidying up things while the children are playing by themselves or chattering non-stop.

Only the father was sitting at the door, feeling sad about the passing of time, while the child was busy doing the housework alone.

Moreover, Yuanyuan is the youngest child in the program group. The other children are almost five or six years old, while she is only three years old.

The photographer pointed the camera at Ye Huaixu. After a while, he finally moved. People thought he was finally cheering up.

As a result, he turned around and said to the child: "Don't sweep, the dust is too big."

"Dad, just sweep it and it will be clean."

Seeing that her father always had a sad face, Yuanyuan thought that it must be because the place was too messy, which made her father unhappy.

If she cleans this place, her dad will be happy!

Looking at the child who was covered in dust and smiled at him, Ye Huaixu finally moved his butt and stood up, took the broom from the child and swept up the debris.

The children don’t mind the harsh environment, so it would be too pretentious for me to stay paralyzed all the time.

They did it right away. The father and daughter cleaned up all the debris piled up in the main room and threw it under the wall in the yard.

After cleaning the place where he was going to sleep, Ye Huaixu's snow-white clothes had turned grayish-white tie-dyed, and a large area of ​​the fabric on his back was wet.

There was no water in the house, but there was a faucet connected to the water pipe in the yard. He filled a basin with clean water to wash the child's hands and face.

After doing all this, the father and daughter lay on the bed covered with a thin blanket and looked up at the light leaking from the ceiling.