Quenching

"If you can't stop them, won't you tell Sheng Shanxing? You...you all..."

"Huang Qiaqia insisted that if I told others, I was afraid that Huang Qiaqia would ignore me, be unhappy, and avoid me. I wouldn't even know where she lives."

"So, you have the heart to watch her live in a drafty mobile house in the freezing cold of snow, without a bite to eat or a drop to drink."

Chen Zhixing grabbed Wanli Fuguang's leg and said aggrievedly.

"Brother, we dare not contact anyone, afraid they'll find out the foolish thing we've done... We're scared, we..."

Wanli Fuguang shoved Chen Zhixing aside and growled.

"The premise of indulging her is that you have enough ability. Since you don't have the ability, you should make her face reality and tell her the cruel consequences."

“I don’t know why Huang Qiaqia is so insistent on helping the seriously ill two-year-old girl. I tried to persuade him and stop him, but to no avail. Brother, how can I not stay with him?”

Wanli Fuguang let out a long sigh and helplessly uttered a sentence.

"You handle everything from now on. If Huang Qiaqia contacts the girl again, I won't give you a single penny."

"elder brother……"

Ma Qianji, who was in the distance, glanced at Wanli Fuguang's departing figure, pointed to the phone in Huang Qiaqia's pocket, and Huang Qiaqia took out the phone and typed a line of text.

"Chen Zhixing has already pulled the child's hand away, why do you still insist on saving her?"

“The little girl’s mother’s birthday is the same day as mine. My parents and family don’t know what I’ve done. I’ve just been starving and homeless for the past few days, but it’s different for her.”

"What do you mean?"

"Her eighteenth birthday wish was to stay with Wanli Fuguang forever. The little girl's mother's eighteenth birthday wish was for her little girl to grow up healthy and happy."

"You expect that if you can really cure the girl's infectious disease, Wanli Fuguang will miraculously return to your side. Silly child, would your brother Sheng Shanxing agree to your relationship?"

“I don’t expect Wanli Fuguang to turn back. I only hope that at least one of my and the little girl’s mother’s wishes can be fulfilled.”

Why not make yours happen?

“My wish will always remain just a wish. But at least I can fulfill the little girl’s mother’s last wish.”

Ma Qianji's eyes widened with a hint of wariness, and he immediately asked suspiciously.

"What? The little girl's mother is dead?"

"Grandpa, don't you know? Chen Zhixing saw it with his own eyes."

Ma Qianji comforted Huang Qiaqia, putting her to sleep on the comfortable little bed in the hotel. He covered her with his own cotton coat and quietly sent her a name on his phone.

"Calmly stop walking."

*******

At the hospital entrance, Chen Zhixing slightly raised his head and timidly looked at Wanli Fuguang, who exuded an imposing aura.

“Brother, all the formalities are done. The volunteers will pick up the child soon. The child… the child is holding onto the bread we were eating and won’t let go. We have all our money… I don’t care, Huang Qiaqia…”

Huang Qiaqia quickly waved his hand and took a big step back.

"I'm not hungry."

Wanli Fuguang coldly observed Huang Qiaqia, who had lost weight, and said solemnly.

"The house is gone, most of your belongings have been sold, and you're penniless. Why aren't you going home?"

"I dare not. I said I would come out to play during the holiday, but now I'm going home early. Auntie will definitely notice something is wrong. If I lie, Brother Sheng Shanxing will definitely find out."

"Still living in mobile prefabricated houses?"

"I'm not staying here, I have somewhere else to stay."

“住哪？”

Huang Qiaqia glanced at Wanli Fuguang, whose eyes were filled with anger, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes as she gave him a warning.

"It's time for you to go."

Wanli Fuguang gritted his teeth, took a big step forward to approach Huang Qiaqia, and said hatefully.

"I'm leaving...I..."

Huang Qiaqia quickly took a step back and hid behind Ma Qianji.

Wanli Fuguang glared hatefully at Huang Qiaqia, stuffed a wad of money into Chen Zhixing's hand, and left without looking back.

Huang Qiaqia bit her lip, held tightly to Ma Qianji's arm, and unconsciously rested her head on his arm.

Gradually, Ma Qianji noticed that the weight on his arms was becoming heavier and heavier, and the shaking was getting bigger and bigger. He raised his hand and put the hood of Huang Qiaqia's down jacket on her messy hair.

*******

In the hotel room, music inexplicably started playing, with its own mixing, creating a strangely relaxing feeling that made Huang Qiaqia feel quite comfortable.

Ma Qianji brought over a cup of brown sugar water, then turned around to fill a hot water bottle.

Huang Qiaqia grabbed Ma Qianji's collar, and with a strange look in his eyes, he wrote a line of words.

“Grandpa, I couldn’t walk before, and it would have taken Brother Sheng Shanxing at least a week to cure me. Where did you find the herbs? You just patted them on my legs and I was better in three days.”

"I don't know either. I only know that the oval-leaved herb repels mosquitoes. I relied on it when I was homeless. By sheer coincidence, your leg got better too."

"Grandpa, have you kept my pawn ticket safe?"

"Hmm, why sell everything else at home, but insist on pawning the suitcase?"

"I pawned my suitcase at the pawn shop, planning to withdraw the money and redeem it after the online store reopens?"

"Suitcases are very important."

"Yes, a friend gave it to me, and I really like it."

"Is it, Momo?"

Huang Qiaqia was immediately stunned by Ma Qianji's words, her eyes filled with inexplicable panic. She grabbed Ma Qianji's arm with her left hand and fumbled wildly with her right, searching for the pen that had slipped from her hand.

The horse-drawn carriage's handwriting fell lightly.

"When your leg pain was at its worst, the name you called out was Momo. He's an important person to you. He gave you the suitcase?"

Oh, it was a dream.

Huang Qiaqia relaxed all his muscles and leaned against the headboard, refusing to take the pen that Ma Qianji offered him.

"Would you like to talk to Grandpa about Momo?"

The only response to the paper Ma Qianji handed over was a tightly wrapped blanket and a small head tucked up.

As soon as Ma Qianji closed the door, a line of words came into view.

"Grandpa, why does her leg still hurt?"

Ma Qianji glanced at Wanli Fuguang, who was panting heavily, and wondered: Why are you here again?

“Grandpa, now that the little girl’s problem has been resolved, Huang Qiaqia must go to Sheng Shanxing’s hospital to have her leg checked. Only Sheng Shanxing can help Huang Qiaqia recover.”

Suppressing his anger, Ma Qianji cursed inwardly.

You just won't leave no matter how hard I try, right?

“Grandpa, take her to see Sheng Shanxing. If we delay any longer, I’m afraid it will affect her treatment.”

Ma Qianji took a deep breath and put down his pen.

"He can walk. Sheng Shanxing recently led a large group of orthopedic experts to a seminar. We can go to other hospitals to see experts. However, this morning I saw that Huang Qiaqia wanted to eat king crab. I inquired about the price and found that the set meal was more suitable, but it cost quite a bit of money."

In his haste, Wanli Fuguang blurted out.

"Grandpa, why are you acting so recklessly like her? Can't you tell what's important and what's urgent?"

Unfortunately, Ma Qianji couldn't hear, so he could only write it down slowly.

"Looking at the legs is more important."

Ma Qianji's lips drooped slightly as he cursed inwardly.

"You little brat, do you really want to peel off that fake mask and show me who I am? I can't even cure Huang Qiaqia's leg, so let's see who in this world can?"