Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

It's normal for Akahoshi, being the young master, to be unaccustomed to this kind of path, and it's even more normal for him to show disgust.

If Akahoshi didn't like it, he would immediately take Akahoshi outside.

However, even as he reached the entrance of the courtyard, Akahoshi's expression remained unchanged, and he even had time to look up at the pomegranate tree peeking out from the courtyard wall.

Meeting Liang Yuchen's gaze, Chi Xing smiled and said, "Hurry up and open the door. What, you want to back out now that you're at the door?"

"No."

Liang Yucheng opened the door and went in. Liang Qinghe was wearing a slightly thicker cotton coat. Hearing the sound outside the door, he knew that his son had returned.

"Chenchen."

His gaze lingered on Akahoshi, a flicker of surprise crossing his pale face before a faint smile appeared: "Is this your classmate?"

Liang Yucheng introduced him: "Dad, this is Chixing, the classmate I told you about before."

Liang Qinghe nodded: "Okay, okay, come inside. I've cooked dinner. Your classmate can eat at home before you leave."

Chixing entered carrying things: "Hello, Uncle. I'll do whatever you say."

The group of people were not talkative, so after exchanging pleasantries for a while, they went inside.

Despite the cold weather, a charcoal fire was burning inside, and Chi Xing and Liang Yuchen were both wearing down jackets, so they weren't too cold.

In the bag that Chixing brought were two winter clothes he bought for Liang Qinghe, so that he wouldn't have to suffer through the winter.

Liang Yuchen put down her things and went out to cook. It was almost noon, and she planned to have Chixing stay for lunch.

Looking around the room, Akahoshi felt uneasy. He went out to help out, but the kitchen was too small, so the two children went back inside to pick vegetables and peel garlic.

The meat Liang Qinghe bought was cooked to perfection. When it was served, Liang Qinghe specially topped each of the two children's rice with a spoonful of braised pork, and said to Chixing with a smile:

"Come on, try the taste of my hometown. This dish was taught to me by my grandma when she was alive."

When Liang Qinghe spoke of his hometown, his face was full of smiles, and his eyes revealed his nostalgia.

Since his grandmother passed away, he went out to make his way in the world, and was later driven out of the village. Now it has been almost twenty years since he returned home, and he has not been able to go back to pay his respects. It would be a lie to say that he does not miss her.

"Really? Then I'd like to try it."

Chixing couldn't wait to take a bite. Liang Qinghe's hometown cuisine was on the sweet and spicy side, and the braised pork was tender and not greasy. Chixing praised it highly:

"Uncle's cooking is really good, it tastes better than what I eat at restaurants, it's really flavorful."

Liang Qinghe felt a little embarrassed by such praise:

"Haha, you flatter me. Come on, eat more. Chenchen, eat more too. There's more in the pot if you're not full."

He was afraid that if he served it all out, it would get cold, so he kept half of it warm in the pot.

Liang Yucheng hadn't seen her father so happy in a long time, and her eyes crinkled with laughter as she felt grateful for Chixing's arrival.

After the meal, Akahoshi didn't rush to leave, but instead helped Liang Yuchen tidy up the yard.

Fortunately, this is an apartment building, so there's no need to worry about leaks on rainy days.

The first floor is a separate courtyard, while the upper floors are accessed through a small gate on the other side of the street.

This courtyard is even more secluded, and few people come here on weekdays.

In the corner of the yard, there were some plastic bottles and scrap metal piled up, which were obviously scraps that Liang Qinghe had collected in the past few days but hadn't had time to sell yet.

"I'll leave it here for now, and sell it later."

As he spoke, Liang Qinghe felt a little embarrassed, as it was really shameful for him to say these things in front of Chenchen's classmates.

Liang Yuchen didn't feel ashamed. If Chixing disliked it, then... there was nothing he could do. This was his family's situation. His father worked very hard, and he had nothing to be dissatisfied about.

"It's okay, Dad, I'll take it to sell."

"Let's go together, I'm very strong."

As he spoke, Akahoshi lifted two large bags of scrap with one hand. One of the bags contained some scrap iron, which was much heavier than the bottle.

Under Liang Qinghe's surprised gaze, Chi Xing carried several bags of recyclables out the door, and Liang Yuchen followed with two bags of plastic bottles.

Watching the two figures disappear around the corner of the alley, Liang Qinghe frowned and sighed deeply.

If he could, he wouldn't want Liang Yucheng to follow in his footsteps.

Liang Yucheng led the way, and the two made several turns to a scrap yard. They successfully sold the scrap and earned more than 300 yuan, but Liang Yucheng did not have her usual smile on her face.

On the way back, Liang Yucheng tugged at Chixing's sleeve.

Akahoshi turned around, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

At that moment, he saw the tears in Liang Yucheng's eyes, and his heart immediately panicked.

Because of their identities, Akahoshi could only suppress the urge to hug him, and asked somewhat awkwardly:

"Did he sell it too cheaply? Or is something wrong with him?"

Liang Yuchen looked up, her slightly red eyes stubbornly meeting his gaze, but her tears refused to fall.

Akahoshi felt as if her heart was being pierced by needles; for the first time, she didn't know what to do.

After recovering, Liang Yucheng's lips moved, and he asked, "Why do you insist on helping me?"

Liang Yucheng isn't stupid; she can see that he's been helping her time and time again.

At first, I thought it was just a whim of the young master, or perhaps a rich person was in a good mood and helped him.

At that time, Liang Yucheng told herself that as long as the young master peeked out from between his fingers, her father would be able to live a better life.

Just now, Liang Yucheng saw Chixing helping him tidy up the yard, her fair and delicate hands carrying a dirty sack, standing in front of the garbage dump full of waste...

He recalled that it was the same when Akahoshi first asked him to move dormitories.

At this moment, Liang Yucheng could no longer deceive himself with the nonsense of "the young master experiencing life".

Liang Yuchen felt sorry for him; this was not a place Chixing should be, and the noble young master should not be doing these things.

Chi Xing was speechless for a moment. He couldn't say those words. Should he say that he had come to help the poor personally?

Taking a deep breath, Liang Yuchen lowered her eyes and bowed deeply to Chi Xing: "Thank you very much for your help. I will do my best to tutor you, but please don't come here again."

As Chi Xing walked further and further away until Liang Yuchen could no longer see that figure, a tear suddenly fell down her cheek.

He looked down at the muddy, dimly lit alley, his own muddy shoes, and the dirty sack in his hand, and he didn't regret driving the people away.

The suffering here belongs to Liang Yuchen; he can endure hardship, but Chixing cannot share it with him.

This is fate; he was never meant to be.

Akahoshi gritted his teeth and walked out. When he reached the main road, pedestrians glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

With a dry and congested throat, Zhong Cheng, who came to pick him up, sensed the oppressive atmosphere and dared not utter a sound. As usual, he drove back to the Chi family villa.

This winter was particularly cold. Looking out the French windows at the snow-covered landscape, Akahoshi felt as if the trees draped in white snow suddenly resembled a thin yet stubborn face.

It's snowing. I'm sure it'll be too cold to sleep tonight. I'm not sure if my weak constitution can handle it...

250 sighed, wanting to offer advice but not knowing how.

[Your Highness, don't be sad. Things will be better when school starts. The Immortal Lord will definitely soften when he sees you.]

Akahoshi shook his head: "No, he saw through it."