Searching for Treasures in the Clouds

After he finished speaking, Shi Yanchun sighed heavily, "This child... has a clever mouth, it's a pity that he can't speak."

"Yes, yes." Wen Zhuomo nodded repeatedly, "If she could speak, her future would be brighter than it is now. Her thinking is divergent, not simply black and white. If you want to say whether her theory of the rich and the poor is hatred of the rich, it is absolutely not. This child has a lot of ideas. She is rich, and sometimes she hates the poor and thinks they are bad. After talking about the rich, she tells us about the faults of the poor. It's hard for someone like her not to succeed. Now... she is considered successful, very good, very good. Xiaoru is now very capable, and no matter how she gets by, she will no longer be as cramped as she was when she was a child."

"She had a very difficult childhood. She felt wronged both at home and outside. After Xiaochun and I took her home that day, we checked the surveillance footage and found that someone in the family had really said something unpleasant to her. The child knew it in her heart, so she hid in a corner and cried secretly... she covered her mouth and cried. We watched the surveillance footage through the screen... and we wanted to hug her immediately. She was too sensible, and she was too good at hiding her emotions. She didn't look like a child at all. When she cried, she didn't open her mouth wide, wipe her tears with her hands, or sit on the ground and cry like other children. She cried with a blank expression, trying her best to control her emotions. I know she must be in great pain."

At this point, Wen Zhuomo choked up and couldn't speak anymore. He waved his hands and said, "Let...let...Xiaochun speak. I really can't say anything. It makes me feel so sad."

Wen Nachuan glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head and took out a tissue to wipe his tears.

"What happened later? Is Xiaoru still studying at your home?" Situ Ningzhai asked softly.

"Learn, learn." Shi Yanchun nodded. "But when she was fifteen, she stopped coming, no matter how we asked. When she stopped coming, we went to find her and asked her why she didn't come, but she didn't answer us and kept changing the subject. About two years later, she suddenly came to visit us and brought three pounds of gold. We asked her why, and she said she could make money and came to repay us. Then she put the bag of gold in front of us and said it was for us, and she would bring gold every spring. After the gold was delivered, she left immediately without even sitting down to drink a glass of water."

"To be honest, we helped her at first because we felt sorry for her. Later, we thought she was really smart and would definitely be a great person in the future. We thought it would be profitable and we were willing to give her a hand. In the end, we didn't want to think about anything else. We were moved by the kindness and beauty of this child. We thought that even if this child didn't have any future, it didn't matter. We would adopt her as our granddaughter and raise her for the rest of her life. It would just be a matter of feeding her and having fun. Don't you think so? She is a good child. Although she looks cold, she is very practical and likable. We didn't expect her to repay us. We just wanted her to come back and visit us two old guys when she is free."

"But the child is very stubborn. I guess... she was hurt by the feeling of living under someone else's roof when she was a child, so she never interacted with us much. She just came here every spring with a few kilograms of gold on her back. Once, she had a high fever, but she still came here with gold on her back. We asked her why she didn't come back after she got better, saying that there was no rush. I can't even describe her answer. I want to cry when I say it."

Now it was Shi Yanchun's turn to be speechless. She covered her mouth and waved her hands. Situ Ningzhai walked up to her, hugged her, patted her back, and comforted her softly: "Well, if you can't speak, then don't speak. Calm down. You are so old. What if you cry and get hurt? Xiaoru is fine now, and you are fine too. There is still a lot of time to talk in the future, right?"

Shi Yanchun waved his hands again, his voice hoarse and suppressed, "No... I have to say, I have to let you know how good this child is. This child... This child said that we are old, and she has suffered many disasters, and we will see her less and less if she is alive, so as long as she has a breath left, she will come over, she is afraid that the only time she is late will be a farewell forever."

"In fact, in our hearts, she has already repaid us the favor when she was a child, and she doesn't owe us anything. Because when she is around, we feel very happy, and it is fun to communicate with her. Just tell me, is this child good? If you want me to evaluate her, I would give her this evaluation: pure and natural, loyal and filial, benevolent and righteous, sincere and trustworthy. The help we gave her was just a little thing in our hands, but she used everything she had to repay us."

"Small love is so selfless, and great love is impeccable. Mo Ge and I once asked her what she wanted to do and what kind of person she wanted to be when she grew up. She said that she wanted to be a poor person. She felt that although poor people have some bad points, most of them are great. Because poor people usually kneel or lie prone, like a puddle of mud, wrinkled and stuck to the ground, or like stones, they may stay alone in a corner, or they may be piled up with other stones one by one. The development of a country is like building a house, built from the bottom up. The poor are mud and stones. Different types of poor people are combined to become reinforced concrete, which becomes the foundation of the country. With the poor people supporting it from below, the house of the country does not collapse. So she wants to be a poor person, become a pillar of the country, give back to the society, and repay all those who have helped her."

Shi Yanchun's eyes were sparkling, and she looked far and deep in the direction where Yu Ru left, as if she was concentrating on thinking about something. She suddenly turned her head to look at everyone and smiled.

"Xiaoru is a child... She makes people feel sorry for her, but sometimes what she says makes people laugh. She said that the poor people she wants to be are not ordinary poor people, but powerful poor people. She wants to give food to the poor people who can't afford it, and she wants to catch the rich and poor people who always look down on others and like to make trouble and beat them up. Hahaha... This child... Oh..."

She smiled, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her bitterness, and she couldn't help but twitch and droop slightly.

"This child...how could he be so good? How could he be so good? It's because he's so good that we can't let go of the past..."

No one responded to her.

Except for Wen Nachuan, everyone else present was in tears. Tears of sadness gushed out of their eyes, and their eye sockets were like natural puddles in the wild, with tears flowing up continuously.