The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Chapter 419 They are a family

"Sister Xuan Yu, if Auntie knew that the relative she cares about is still alive, I don't know how happy she would be."

This junior sister is from the same village as Fan Xuanyu, her name is He Qiu.

"Wait until the convoy from the Marquis' Mansion returns to the capital someday, and then write a letter back."

Fan Xuanyu was a little impatient, so she specially picked out a few baskets and carefully put the things in place.

She picked out some food, all of which were pre-cooked and could be kept for a long time. She also brought some medicine, which consisted of commonly used medicines and some common daily necessities.

These things are precious here, but also the most practical.

"That's fine. I'll also write a letter tonight and send it back together."

After the two of them made an agreement, Fan Xuanyu hurried out.

He Qiu looked at Senior Sister Xuan Yu's back, and only went back to continue the inventory after she disappeared.

Some people who didn't know the inside story came over to ask.

This was not something that could not be discussed, so He Qiu briefly and concisely described the general situation.

"When the Nanyang flood hit, Senior Sister fled with my mother, but she fell in love with the wrong people and was kidnapped. She was later sold to the Charity Church. Aunt has been in poor health these past few years and has been constantly complaining about Senior Sister and her younger sister, saying they have no one to rely on. It was for Aunt's sake that Senior Sister came here after hearing about a distant relative."

During the years when Nanyang was hit by floods, the people were living in dire straits.

Of the seven girls here, four were sold into the Salesian Church during the escape.

After hearing this, they all looked a little lonely.

Senior Sister Fan at least still has her mother and younger sister. Poor them, they are really all alone.

Maybe there are parents, brothers and sisters, but I don’t know where they are.

Some families fled and got separated, and even if they wanted to find each other, they were powerless.

I remember a little bit, and I know I was sold. So I don't care at all. After all, I am alone, so it doesn't matter where I go.

"It's good to find it. At least there is something to rely on."

Yes, people like to gather in groups.

They were a little sad for a while, then continued to get busy.

Yes, of course it is better, and walking around often can bring some comfort.

No, and it doesn’t matter. In this girls’ school, everyone is a sister with a different surname, and they are family.

Fan Xuanyu couldn't carry it anymore after a while. She had five baskets in her hands, two large and three small.

The three small baskets were wobbling and were about to fall off the full big basket.

Finally, one of the small baskets containing medicine bottles slid down.

Fan Xuanyu stopped and squatted on the ground to pick up the scattered small bottles.

She felt a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she would have put the things in a big basket and asked someone to help deliver it.

There was some dust on the porcelain vase, so she took out her handkerchief, wiped it clean and put it back.

There was some small dust, and she was blowing it away with her mouth, and a pair of shoes appeared in front of her.

They were a pair of badly worn straw sandals.

Fang Youming squatted down and silently helped pick up the things on the ground.

Neither of them spoke until the last vial was put back.

Fang Youming stood up, but found that she was still squatting there without looking up.

This action is exactly the same as when I was a child.

He squatted down feeling sad and helpless, and just as he stretched out his hand, it stopped in the air.

There were a few more raindrops on the ground, more and more.

The outstretched hand slowly dropped down.

Fan Xuanyu shed tears silently. She didn't dare to look up. It wasn't because she didn't want to face it, but because she was afraid.

I’m afraid that once I get up, I’ll never see the familiar figure again.

How many times had she squatted there, hoping to see her brother when she looked up.

For more than ten years, I have been disappointed every time.

A pair of warm and broad hands covered his head. Fan Xuanyu's hazy eyes, the pupils contracted for a moment and then began to dilate.

"After all these years, I still can't learn to cry out loud."

When Fan Xuanyu heard this, a sound like the whimpering of a small animal came from her throat. She bit her lips and tears fell like rain.

The sound was very small, but Fang Youming heard it clearly.

His eyes became moist, and his heart felt like it was being pulled a few times, making it extremely sour.

He took the handkerchief from Fan Xuanyu's hand and wiped her tears with his head tilted.

Fan Xuanyu turned his head and avoided his hand.

Just when Fang Youming was feeling lost, she said in a muffled voice, "There's dust on it."

At this time, at the Fang family's house, He Jiajing, who had been waiting for no one, was sitting at the door with a bamboo basket, sewing clothes in her hands and looking outside the alley from time to time.

"This kid, why didn't he come back and didn't even tell me where he was?"

He Jiajing lowered her head and muttered, "If I don't come back for lunch, I must be hungry."

A mother knows her child very well and always pretends that everything is fine.

But if he was really better, he wouldn't have so many injuries on his body.

The sun was shining brightly at this time, shining in front of the door and on her body.

She sewed stitch by stitch in the sunlight.

My eyes have been damaged over the years. There is no light at night, and it is easy to prick my hands when sewing clothes in the dark.

She only sewed more when she had free time during the day, otherwise the children would have nothing to wear.

She was in a good mood today. She didn't know why, but she felt that everything she saw pleased her.

She was in a rare good mood and was humming a tune while doing needlework.

"mother."

He Jiajing raised her head and saw Fang Youpu who had just returned from outside.

"Brother Pu is back. What's wrong? Isn't your cousin at home?"

"No, he left early this morning."

Pu Ge'er felt sorry for his mother's eyes, so he held the bamboo basket and urged her to go back.

"I told you to do less. Do you still want your eyes?"

He Jiajing couldn't persuade the child and had to go in with him.

"It's not like he's blind. He needs to make some summer clothes. If your brother goes out without a decent set of clothes, people will laugh at him."

"Then I'll do it. I can do it too. You just sit there and rest."

He Jiajing opened her mouth and was about to ask why boys were doing needlework when she saw Pu Ge'er already sewing with a needle.

That’s it, let him be.

She picked up a watering can from the side and prepared to water the vegetable garden in the corner.

"mother."

Hearing the voice it was Ming Ge'er, He Jiajing turned around.

Fang Youming was standing at the door carrying two large and two small baskets.

He Jiajing was surprised to see that he had brought so many things.

"Why did you bring back so many things? Come in..."

A woman came out from behind Fang Youming, holding a small basket in her hand, and looked at him with red eyes.

The voice stopped suddenly.

"Dangdang."

Then there was the sound of a ladle falling to the ground.

He Jiajing's smile froze on her face. Her eyesight was not good and she could not see things clearly.

But even so, she could still recognize her child at a glance.

But why is her sister here?

Could it be that she was dreaming, and in her dream, this is how her sister would grow up?