Aunt Xiao got up and went to her room, and took out an antique box from a cage. She touched the patterns on it, and her eyes were full of memories.

She came out with the box, sat down, and handed the box to Xiao Chiye.

Xiao Chiye was shocked when he saw the box in his hand. When the family was in the most difficult time, her mother was reluctant to take this thing out, but now she took it out: "Mom, this is what Dad left for you."

Aunt Xiao raised her hand and touched his head. "He's gone, why should I keep his things? Tomorrow morning, take it to the city and find a pawnshop to pawn it. Exchange it for something decent. Don't let Wan Niang be looked down upon when she returns home."

"No, I won't go back." Xia Wanniang originally came over to wipe the table, but happened to hear the conversation between the mother and son.

Aunt Xiao looked at the woman standing outside the door, with her sleeves rolled up and a rag in her hand: "Mrs. Wan."

Xia Wanniang walked into the main room, took the box from Xiao Chiye's hand, opened the lid and saw a pair of silver bracelets inside. The workmanship was not delicate, and they were not rare items.

But this pair of bracelets was well preserved, and the silver was shining, which showed that the owner often took it out to look at it.

She closed the lid and put the box back into Aunt Xiao's hands: "Mom, I won't come back, and I have nothing to do with the Xia family."

Aunt Xiao looked at the child in her arms, then at the woman squatting in front of her. She had inquired about her past and knew why she was unwilling to return to the Xia family: "Silly child, that is still your mother's home."

Xia Wanniang curled her lips and smiled: "I don't have such a mother's home. From now on, my home will be here. Wherever mother is, my home will be there." She blinked her eyes mischievously and said: "Unless you don't want me anymore."

Aunt Xiao put the box aside and hugged the woman in front of her: "Yes, of course I don't want to, from now on you are my daughter, no one can bully you."

Xia Wanniang didn't expect that she would suddenly hug her. Feeling the warmth in her arms, she was reluctant to break free.

In his previous life, he was an orphan and didn’t know who his parents were. He grew up on a garbage planet and relied on himself to rise to the position of commander step by step.

This hug made her feel the warmth of family: it turns out that mother’s arms are so warm.

Xiao Chiye looked at the two people hugging each other, then quietly left the main room, leaving the space for the two of them.

Xiao Zilin stood not far outside, with his arms hanging at his sides like decorations.

Xiao Chiye walked over to him and squatted down: "Zilin, why are you standing here?"

Xiao Zilin pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment and said, "Dad, will she stay forever?"

"Do you want her to stay or leave?" Xiao Chiye did not answer directly, but asked instead.

There are three children in the family. Although they are young, each of them has his or her own little thoughts.

Xiao Zilin looked up at the main hall, then looked down at his toes: "I don't know, Zisen seems to like her very much, and my brother is a little wary of her."

Xiao Chiye looked at his lowered head: "What about you?"

"I don't know, I can't say." Xiao Zilin is in a complicated mood now.

The three brothers have had no friends since they came here. The children in the village don’t want to play with them, saying that their family is cursed and anyone who plays with them will be plagued by bad luck.

Xiao Chiye sighed silently and picked him up with one hand.

The three children never complained about the grievances they suffered outside. Even if the children in the village did not want to play with them, they never made a fuss and helped at home with things within their ability.

Whenever he is free, he will spend more time with them, but the situations of his three children are too special, the medicine costs a lot every month, and he doesn't spend much time at home.

This also led to the three children's instinctive defensiveness and inferiority complex.

"Don't worry, we still have a long time to spend together. Once you have made up your mind, we can talk about this topic again."

Xiao Zilin smiled and nodded: "Yes."

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