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Seeing that Jing Chunxi still didn't say anything, but looking at her sad eyes and her hesitant expression, Wu Tou knew that his guess was almost right.

Wutou's heart felt like it was being yanked hard, and the silent confirmation made him feel a sharp pain. He tried to calm himself down, but the tears in his eyes could not help but flow down.

He raised his hand and wiped it roughly with his sleeve, which had been washed a little white. He gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "If Sister Xi doesn't say it, it means that the elders are all gone. Brother Wutou will take good care of his younger brothers and sisters."

His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was firm, as if he was cheering himself up, and as if he was reassuring Jing Chunxi. After he finished speaking, he wiped away his tears, lowered his head, and staggered away, as if trying to hide his vulnerability in this way.

Jing Chunxi became anxious and blurted out, "Your sister is still here." Wu Tou suddenly turned his head, and there was a little light in his eyes when he looked at Jing Chunxi, as if he saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Jing Chunxi added, "Only Jing Mingrong is fine." A flicker of surprise flashed across Wutou's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by worry and uneasiness. He continued to look at her, his eyes filled with anticipation, but tears were also streaming down his face, unable to stop.

Although Jing Chunxi didn't want to make him sad anymore, he still said it out loud: "But Mingrong is resentful towards Brother Wutou and the elders. She was even sold during her exile, and it was her family who sold her."

Wutou's body trembled slightly, as if he was hit hard by these words. He couldn't believe that his own sister had suffered such a fate, and the one who hurt her the most was his own family.

After a long moment, Jing Chunxi continued, "We rescued her. She's now living happily with her grandparents." Tears streamed down Wutou's face, but a bitter smile played on her face. It wasn't clear if she was crying because she had lost nearly all of her family, or if she was happy that she still had a sister.

His emotions were so complex that even he couldn't explain them. He choked up and said, "Wutou was wrong before. He shouldn't have bullied me. If we could meet again in this life, I would kowtow to Rong Jie'er and apologize, and I would also earn her a dowry." Wutou wiped away a tear and continued to smile. But the tears continued to flow, and he couldn't wipe them away.

Jing Chunxi pulled him back and pressed him back into the chair. He didn't want to recount what happened on the road to exile, but instead gave him another cup of tea.

She looked at Wutou's tear-stained face, her heart filled with heartache. Wutou's tears flowed for a long time, and finally he choked out sobs. Jing Chunxi couldn't bear to see such a scene, and said worriedly: "Brother Wutou, don't be too sad, grandparents want you well, and the elders of other families also hope you are well.

They are very happy to know that you and your younger brothers and sisters are doing well now and are not as naughty as before.

As long as you stand upright, sit firmly, and work hard for yourself and your family, your family will definitely get better and better in the future. Besides, my mother and I will help you."

Jing Chunxi's words were full of sincerity and encouragement, hoping to help Wutou get out of his grief, but tears flowed along with him.

After a pause, Jing Chunxi continued, "The most taboo thing for a family is disunity and fragmentation. As long as the family is united and works together, there is always a way out, no matter how difficult the situation is."

When he said this, Wu Tou's eyes were fixed on Jing Chunxi's, as if he had realized something.

His eyes gradually grew firmer, as if he had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness. He wiped his face one last time and said with a resolute look, "Brother, you know, I don't want to go back to the shop anymore. I'm not very smart, and I won't make any progress in the shop. I can only do odd jobs and heavy labor. I'll tell my aunt that I want to come back and continue to train with Brother Jing. That way, I can look after my younger siblings for a few more years. When they're older, I'll join Brother Jing and the others to earn military merit and avenge the Jing family."

This time, his eyes were very clear, as if he had made up his mind. Jing Chunxi also thought his idea was good. At least he knew his strengths and could face his weaknesses.

Jing Chunxi nodded at him, took his hand, and encouraged him, "I believe that Brother Wutou will be a good role model for his younger brothers and sisters. He will not let them grow up in a wrong way, and will bring them up well.

Sister Mingrong is over there, so Brother Wutou doesn't have to worry too much. Grandmother and aunts will take good care of her, and she won't suffer.

You don't have to worry about the dowry. She has the ideas and the ability to do it. She will definitely be able to earn it herself, and we sisters will also add to her dowry."

Suddenly talking about that, Jing Chunxi thought of his cousin who looked so pitiful and wanted to die at first, but then quickly regained her confidence.

She was bullied by her younger brother since childhood, neglected by her father and grandfather during her exile, and cruelly abandoned by her own brother, even sold to bandits. After being rescued, she stubbornly stated that she never wanted to return and would rather sign the indenture than ever see her family again.

Jing Chunxi still remembers that Mingrong's eyes were full of despair and anger at that time. The pain of being betrayed and abandoned by her loved ones almost made her lose hope in life.

However, as time went by, Mingrong seemed to regain her confidence. She began to work hard and face the world in her own way. She no longer relied on anyone, but chose to create her own future with her own hands.

Jing Chunxi wondered what Mingrong would feel if she had the chance to return and see her grown-up, sensible brother again. Would she still harbor the pain of the past, or would she accept the family that had hurt her?

After all, family love is one of the most complex emotions in the world, containing warmth and tolerance, but also hurt and betrayal. And no one can predict whether Mingrong, a girl once hurt by family love, can ever regain the hands of her loved ones and embrace this warmth again.

Jing Chunxi only knew that now that cousin Mingrong was alive, it gave Wutou Ge great hope and also gave him the motivation to work hard.