An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"Cousin Xi, don't lie to me. Brother Wutou has grown up and can bear it. No matter how tragic the situation is, I will not tell my younger brothers and sisters. Just tell me honestly whether they are still alive or not."

Wutou raised his head and looked at Jing Chunxi firmly, his voice carrying a hint of determination. Although his face still retained the youthful innocence of a teenager, his eyes revealed a maturity and determination beyond his years.

He took a deep breath, as if to encourage himself, and continued, "I know that cousin Xi must be afraid that I can't bear it, but don't worry, I won't cry or make a fuss. I just want to know the truth so that I can have peace of mind."

In reality, Wutou was very busy in town, so he was pretty isolated from the news. He was busy helping out in the shop every day, from morning till night, and had no time to inquire about what was happening outside. Furthermore, the people in town didn't know he was a member of the Jing family, so he hadn't heard any rumors.

But Wutou had a nagging feeling. He felt things weren't that simple. He was the eldest son of the eldest wife, and his grandparents had always favored him. In the past, he had been naive and bullied his younger siblings, even his older sister, but he never got beaten. It was impossible that after this exile, his elders had stopped caring for him. Their letters back home didn't even mention him a single word.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival and Chinese New Year last year, letters and gifts were sent back to the children in Yamen Village. Every time they received a letter or gift, the children waited with hope.

They looked forward to reading about their loved ones in letters and feeling the warmth of home through gifts. However, they were met with disappointment. Just like the previous times, their family sent the least, with only three letters.

Two of them were written by his two uncles, Jing Changming and Jing Changdu. Although the other one was written in his father's tone, the words between the lines were almost the same polite words.

All they said was that they were doing well over there and asked them to take good care of their younger siblings, and there were some words of encouragement. There was no warmth of close family in the letters at all.

The letter didn't even mention grandparents, uncles, aunts, mother, brothers, or sisters, let alone their daily lives in Yamen Village. It didn't ask if they had grown taller or fatter in Qingshan Villa.

The gifts were all everyday items that anyone could use, unlike other families who would tailor-make gifts for each of their children, which obviously didn't put much thought into it.

Wutou remembers clearly that every time he received these letters and gifts, his brothers and sisters would always lower their heads in disappointment, their eyes full of loss. Although they were young, they could also feel the indifference in these letters and gifts.

My younger siblings were young and didn't have many wild thoughts. But when they came back from the academy or the training ground, they would always tell me about the words of concern expressed by other elders to their children and the gifts they had prepared for them.

As time goes by, younger brothers and sisters will inevitably feel lost, but they will not think that something has happened to their elders. At most, they just want to stay away from them because their elders don’t like them anymore.

Seeing his brothers and sisters' disappointment, Wutou felt sad too. He always tried to comfort them by saying, "Maybe Mom and Dad are very busy. When they have the chance in the future, they will definitely make it up to us." However, he knew in his heart that he didn't even believe these words.

Since the beginning of last year, my aunt had been telling the children in the various families that Sister Xi would be leaving for Yamen Village around May. She had them write down what they needed to say and prepare gifts for their loved ones.

Hearing this news, his brothers and sisters were very happy. During the Chinese New Year, he also discussed with his brothers and sisters that he wanted to make a set of inner clothes for each of the elders in the family.

Wu Tou felt that although they could not give it to their elders personally, they could at least express their thoughts in this way.

So one day when he took some time off from the shop, he brought Liutou and his two older half-sisters with him, wanting to ask his aunt and the two aunts Qingyi and Ziyi for advice, and also wanted them to give him some advice on the sizes of their own elders.

Seeing them come over on their own initiative, the aunt was very happy and prepared several cakes for him and his brothers and sisters to eat slowly. The house was filled with the aroma of cakes, and the brothers and sisters sat around the table, eating happily.

But when Wutou asked about the elders' measurements, her aunt's smile froze slightly. She sighed softly and said, "Wutou is so busy at the shop, and his brothers and sisters are still young. You don't have to worry too much. They have everything they need over there. Just take care of yourselves and write a few letters to reassure the elders over there."

The aunt's voice was gentle, but Wutou could hear the evasiveness in it.

My younger brother and sister were young, so they were naturally happy to hear such words and to know that there would be something delicious. But this could not fool him.

Before coming, the maids in the house clearly said that Xiaolian's family and Congyu's family had already received the clothing patterns sent by Aunt Mi and others.

Aunt Mi was worried that they would cut the material badly, so she asked them to send the material over and said she would cut it for them and let them sew it themselves.

During the Chinese New Year, Aunt Mi specially sent two more pieces of cloth to the Wu Tou family, and asked the maids in the family to make two more sets of clothes for each of their children, which were not available to the children of the other two families.

Because the children in other families all received clothes sewn by their parents, but their family did not. Wutou knew very well that these different treatments were all out of pity for them.

There was also the time during the Chinese New Year when he brought his younger brothers and sisters to pay New Year's greetings. At that time, his aunt held his youngest sister in her arms and kept saying, "Poor thing, poor thing, this child has suffered so much."

At that time, my aunt's expression was like that of a child who had lost his parents, with tears in her eyes.

All the children received the same red envelopes during the Lunar New Year, but his aunt gave Wutou a 20-liang silver ingot and told him to keep it. She told him to take good care of his younger siblings, but he clearly felt a little strange about the tenderness in her eyes, something different from other families.

This time, when Jing Chunxi returned from Jian'an County, he gave their family a lot of things. In addition to food and daily necessities, he also gave them a lot of small toys that the children liked.

Liu Lang also said that he saw Aunt Zi Yi specifically look for the maids and servants in the family, and repeatedly instructed them to take good care of their children and that no mistakes were allowed.

These were not given to other families. This obvious difference in treatment seemed to be a form of pity and extra care for them, and the Five Heads felt that it was not right no matter how they thought about it.

He knew in his heart that if nothing had happened to the elders, their family would not have been treated like this.

He looked at Jing Chunxi with a firm gaze and said, "Sister Xi, I know you're doing this for our own good, but you also have to understand that I'm grown up and can handle this. Tell me the truth so I can have a clear mind and know how to plan for the future for myself and my younger siblings."