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After dinner, Jing Chunxi used the excuse of going back to her room, but actually took out the big package that Wutou had entrusted to her from the space.

"My cousin is here!"

When she arrived at the room where Jing Mingrong and Nanny Wang lived, she found that Nanny Wang was also there and greeted her.

"Madame Wang,"

Nanny Wang was a sharp person. Seeing Jing Chunxi carrying such a large package, she responded immediately before she could finish her words: "The meal in the front yard should be finished. Nanny, go check it out. You guys chat. I have to wait for the old lady to rest and then go to the back yard to check it out."

She looked at Jing Chunxi, then at Jing Mingrong, whose expression had changed a little. "The Third Master said there was too much leftover food from last night, and there was even a small side of pork left. We need to ask the relatives to come over and help, otherwise it will go bad. Madam, please tell me if there is anything else we need to prepare."

After saying that, she looked at Jing Chunxi and nodded as if she was very satisfied. Then she pursed her lips behind Jing Mingrong's back, then avoided Jing Chunxi and walked out. She seemed to know what Jing Chunxi needed to do, and her deliberate avoidance was obvious, leaving them enough space.

"Cousin Xi~~I'm here!" Jing Mingrong's voice was a little nervous, and her eyes deliberately avoided the bundle. "It's a bit narrow, please sit down."

Since there were two of them, the side room seemed larger. However, with two beds placed side by side, a cabinet and a box in the corner, and a very small square table and one chair in front by the window, the remaining space was very small.

The wind was strong at the seaside, so the villagers built their houses as low and small as possible. The two houses they bought were already quite spacious, but they were not as bright and spacious as the two newly built houses.

Jing Mingrong pointed to the chair and explained, "The old lady and the nanny both asked me to live in the backyard, but I think it's more convenient to serve in the front yard." She didn't feel dissatisfied with living in such a small house.

Jing Chunxi didn't sit down. He placed the large package on the square table and unwrapped it. The contents scattered everywhere. The bright light from the window made it easy to see the stacked items. On top was the kite.

Turning to look at Jing Mingrong, he found that her gaze had turned to the wall at some point, her face full of stubbornness. The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and her eyes revealed a sense of resistance.

"Wutou is very hardworking and smart. His family isn't here. He figured it out himself," Jing Chunxi said in a low voice as she came over, took Jing Mingrong's arm, and pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed. She applied a little pressure, hoping to make Jing Mingrong feel her sincerity.

"Cousin Dongxi, take it! I don't want it." Jing Mingrong sat beside her obediently, but after saying this, she pursed her lips stubbornly and lowered her head to look at the shoes on her feet. Her feet swayed slightly, as if to hide her inner uneasiness.

"If you don't want it, I'll let my grandmother keep it first." Jing Chunxi continued, but Jing Mingrong did not respond to this. It seemed as if he was saying, "You can do whatever you want with it. It has nothing to do with me." His attitude was very firm.

"I'm so tired from sitting here. Can I take a nap on your bed?" Jing Chunxi took off his shoes and rolled directly onto the bed without waiting for her answer, with an expression that said, "I'm not leaving."

She touched the embroidered pillow and added, "My cousin has such skillful hands. My mother says I'm a loser." There was a hint of ridicule in her voice, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Jing Mingrong turned to look at her with a complicated expression, and suddenly stood up in anger. Jing Chunxi thought she was going to run away, so she quickly looked up and said, "I won't say anything."

"I want to sleep too." Unexpectedly, Jing Mingrong just took a pillow from the bed next to her, and as if she was angry, she put it next to Jing Chunxi and lay down on her, even fighting with her for the thin blanket covering her abdomen.

"I know you have something to say, cousin, go ahead. I'll just pretend I didn't hear it." Jing Mingrong had a desperate expression on her face as she turned sideways to the outside. Her back looked a little lonely, as if she was using this method to protect herself.

Jing Chunxi was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Wu Tou confirmed his suspicions with us, then sobbed for a long time without even asking how the elder died."

"He chose to endure it alone and didn't tell his younger siblings, saying he didn't want them to lose the little hope they had for their loved ones."

Speaking of this, Jing Chunxi felt a little sour in the tip of his nose, and there was a hint of sob in his voice. He suddenly felt the same as Wutou.

"Wutou's personality is still very impatient and impulsive, but he is very sensible and always wants to set a good example for his younger siblings." She continued, her voice full of admiration for Wutou.

"He studied martial arts very hard, but he couldn't concentrate on studying."

Jing Chunxi recalled Wutou's diligent martial arts training. "He once worked as a shop assistant, but after learning that his elders were gone, he returned. Now he's practicing martial arts diligently, saying he wants to join the army in the future and earn military merit for his younger brothers and sisters."

"He knows he was wrong. He didn't expect you to forgive him, so he didn't write the letter." Jing Chunxi's voice became lower and lower, and what emerged in his mind was Wutou's guilt and regret.

"He said that if you have the chance to return to the capital, he hopes you won't stay alone in Lingnan, and he hopes you will go back." Still, there was no response from Jing Mingrong.

"Even if you don't forgive him, he'll still earn you a dowry." After Jing Chunxi finished speaking, the room fell silent. Only the sea breeze blew gently through the window, bringing a hint of coolness.

Jing Mingrong hadn't moved or spoken, but Jing Chunxi knew she wasn't asleep. Her breathing was steady and even, as if she was thinking about something.

Who had the best grades? Who only practiced martial arts and couldn't read? Who was already babbling? Who caught fish and sent flowers to their mansion? Jing Chunxi rambled on, wanting to tell Jing Mingrong everything. She described in detail the characteristics of each child in their family, the trivialities of the family, wanting to convey all her warmth to Jing Mingrong, to rekindle her longing for family.

She spoke of everything, no matter how big or small. Her words were filled with longing for home and concern for her family. Her voice grew softer and softer, until she finally fell asleep due to drowsiness.

Jing Mingrong lay there quietly, listening to Jing Chunxi's breathing and feeling her body temperature. Her tears flowed unconsciously, soaking the pillow. Her hand gently stroked Jing Chunxi's face, trying to make sure she was in her bed.

Jing knew that Jing Chunxi was doing this for her own good, just like when he rescued her from the den of thieves two years ago.

The tears in her eyes were obvious, and the pillow Wang Ma was resting on was also soaked. She felt a mixture of emotions, including gratitude towards Jing Chunxi.

She knew that Jing Chunxi's words were not only to convey Wutou's feelings, but also to make her feel the warmth of home.

Finally, Jing Mingrong turned her head and looked out the window quietly. The sky outside the window was as blue as a mirror, but there was not a single white cloud, which could not dissolve the complicated emotions in her heart.