Outrageous! This crappy system forces me to upgrade my beauty every day

Qin Ruan pulled Xu Wuyang in front of him and gently wiped the sweat off his face.

She touched Xu Wuyang's little face and asked with a smile, "Yangyang, can mom find you a new dad?"

The smile on her face seemed forced, and her pale face gave off a sense of fragility.

Xu Wuyang scratched the piggy bank in his hand with his fingertips, thought for a moment, and said awkwardly: "If Mom likes it, I can do it..."

Hearing Xu Wuyang's words, Qin Ruan's expression froze for a moment, and then he held him in his arms, hugging him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his bones and blood.

After a long moment, she choked out a sob and said, "Yanyang, if mommy is gone one day, you have to be strong, okay?"

Xu Wuyang raised his head, his eyes red, and asked, "Is it like Dad?"

"Hmm..." Qin Ruan held back her tears and nodded.

Xu Wuyang's face turned red and he shook his head: "Then I'll be alone. I don't want this. I want my mother!"

"Is Yanyan a little man? What did daddy say before? Huh?" Qin Ruan helped him wipe off the little pearls on his face with concern.

Xu Wuyang's small face was full of determination: "A real man sheds blood, not tears! I must protect my mother!"

Qin Ruan looked at his sensible son, his heart filled with relief and reluctance.

She hugged Xu Wuyang tightly and said softly, "Good boy, Mommy believes in you.

No matter what happens in the future, you must remember that your mother will always love you."

Xu Wuyang blinked his eyes and tried hard to hold back his tears: "I love my mother too..."

Outside the window, sunlight shone through the clouds, stretching the two people's figures.

The following year, Qin Ruan passed away and Xu Wuyang became an orphan.

Qin Ruan left him an old 80-square-meter house, a postal savings card, a box of ashes, and a thick stack of medical records and medical records.

A few days later, Xu Wuyang, who was about to move into the orphanage, suddenly met a man named Xu Jun.

He told Xu Wuyang that he would be his father and his only relative from now on.

Just like that, Xu Wuyang held the ashes in his left hand and the piggy bank in his right hand, and was about to follow his only relative home.

But Xu Jun said that ashes were too creepy, and that the dead could not be reincarnated unless they were buried.

So, Xu Jun took the only bank card from Xu Wuyang and hastily found a cheap cemetery to bury Qin Ruan.

Since then, Xu Wuyang has never seen the green card again.

.........

"Uncle, the meal is ready..." Xu Wuyang sniffed and said to Xu Jun.

Xu Wuyang placed the food on the somewhat broken low square table with a cautious look on his face.

"Pa!" Xu Jun raised his hand and slapped Xu Wuyang. A deep red slap mark instantly appeared on the little face.

"You little bastard, what the hell are you doing here? Go to the village entrance and get me two taels of white wine!"

Xu Wuyang shook his dazed head, his eyes were a little red, but he didn't cry.

"Then give me money! I'll go and get it for you," Xu Wuyang lowered his head and carefully reached out to Xu Jun.

"Pa!" Another slap came down, and Xu Wuyang felt his entire arm was numb.

"What money? Credit! I'll give it to him when I win!"

Xu Jun didn't feel ashamed of anything. Wine was his life, and he would go crazy if he didn't have wine for a meal.

Xu Wuyang moved his lips, but ultimately didn't dare to say anything, so he turned and walked out.

It is already the twelfth lunar month. Although it does not snow in the south, the damp cold wind seems to blow into the bones.

Xu Wuyang put his hands into his chest. In the two years since he came here, Xu Jun has never bought him a piece of clothing.

It was summer when he came, so he only took summer clothes.

At this time, Xu Wuyang was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that had shrunk due to washing, a pair of white jeans that were much shorter than normal, and a pair of rubber slippers that he had picked up from somewhere.

When he went out and the wind blew, he shivered with cold and couldn't help but pull his arms inward.

He squatted by the well, raised his hand to blow his nose, and then drew a bucket of water to wash his hands and face.

After straightening up, he sneezed loudly, as expected.

"Uncle, my uncle asked for two kilograms of white wine," Xu Wuyang said to the old man who was eating, pinching his fingers and looking a little embarrassed.

"Do you have money with you? I have to tell you first, we don't sell on credit!" The old man glanced at him and put down his chopsticks.

Xu Wuyang had no money, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything.

He stood by the cabinet for a long time, sniffed, and turned to leave.

"Kid, wait a minute," a voice suddenly called him.

Xu Wuyang quickly turned around, looked at the woman, and replied softly: "Auntie..."

"Oh! What a sin! It's so cold and you're wearing so little!" said the aunt with a bit of heartache.

Then, he took the empty plastic bottle from Xu Wuyang's hand, picked up a bucket, raised his hand and poured two buckets of white wine from the glass jar on the cabinet into the plastic bottle.

After screwing the bottle cap on, he handed it to Xu Wuyang and gave him some instructions.

"Go back and be careful. If that lazy guy wants to hit you, run away quickly. Don't just stand there like an idiot. Got it?"

Xu Wuyang smiled at the other party and replied, "I understand, Auntie!"

Having said that, he ran home with the white wine, otherwise he would get beaten again if he came back late.

"I say you are just worrying about nothing. Give him credit this time and you can pay me back next time!" The man couldn't help but complain while holding the bowl of rice.

Without saying a word, the aunt hit the man on the back of the head.

"What do you know! If you don't give it to him, that lazy guy will beat the kid to death when he gets home! How can you be so hard-hearted!"

The man touched the back of his head and retorted in dissatisfaction: "You can help me this time, but can you help me every time?

Take the last time for example, when I forgot to harvest the grain, my bones were broken by the kicks!

Can you still stay by his side all the time?"

The aunt became furious and glared at the man. She reached out and snatched his bowl and poured it into the dog bowl.

"Don't eat it, you'd be worse off feeding it to a dog!"

Xu Wuyang took the wine back that night, and Xu Jun happened to have an appointment with a few gamblers to have dinner at his home.

When Xu Wuyang saw those people, he called out "Uncle" in a low voice.

Then, he quickly rushed into the kitchen holding a bowl of rice crust. The rice crust was a little hard due to being cold, so Xu Wuyang added some cold water to it.

Because boiling water requires firewood, and we have run out of firewood at home, so we have to go up the mountain to chop some tomorrow.

Xu Wuyang quickly finished the soaked rice crust, spread two snakeskin bags on the straw and prepared to go to sleep.

"Old man Xu, why don't you let your kid go to school?"

"Ah..." Xu Jun picked up a large bowl, took a sip of white wine along the edge of the bowl, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh! Why bother reading so many books when there's so much chores to do at home!"

The man smiled and asked curiously, "Did his family leave behind a lot of money? I heard his late father was a boss."