Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 382 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 77

Song Xianyin spent the entire afternoon tending the stove and watching the fire; this was her main task for the day.

Otherwise, the fire in the stove will go out, which won't do.

Song Qin was cooking the whole time, and when she had a spare moment, she would sit on a small stool next to Song Xianyin and watch her.

"Have you ever argued with your brother at home?" Song Qin asked.

Song Xianyin shook her head: "We didn't argue."

She didn't mention that she didn't dare to argue because Fu Ci was taking her living expenses.

Song Qin smiled and said, "You've really become sensible now. You used to always argue with your older brother, and you would even fight with him for meat."

Song Xianyin retorted instinctively, "If I hadn't grabbed it, I wouldn't have had any meat to eat."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Song Xianyin awkwardly added firewood to the stove: "I won't steal it anymore."

Now she can buy meat to eat by herself.

Song Qin was silent for a moment, then asked, "How much is your tuition? Did your teacher say?"

"Mom, you don't need to pay my tuition anymore, I've saved enough myself." Song Xianyin poked at the blackened charcoal in the stove out of boredom.

Song Qin looked at her profile, her feelings complicated: "You earned that money from painting?"

Song Xianyin nodded: "I've made a lot of money by drawing, but my teacher told me to stop drawing and to focus on my studies."

Song Xianyin looked somewhat troubled.

Song Qin nodded: "Your teacher is right. You should focus on your studies first. You can draw whenever you want in the future."

“I’m afraid I won’t have any talent left in the future,” Song Xianyin said, burying her face in her knees.

Isn't talent something that people say disappears as they grow up?

"You really enjoy painting?" Song Qin asked.

Song Xianyin looked somewhat confused: "I don't know."

"I like to draw because I can make a lot of money and everyone praises my drawing skills."

If one day she meets many people who draw better than her, and no one praises her anymore, then she thinks she will probably stop liking to draw.

Song Qin laughed and said, "Then that's vanity, it doesn't count as liking someone."

"This isn't vanity at all!" Song Xianyin's face immediately turned red.

Song Qin's eyes crinkled into a smile: "What else is this but vanity? You don't actually like painting, you just want others to praise you."

Song Xianyin lowered her head with a hint of grievance, looking at the blazing flames. Her eyes stung, and she rubbed them.

"Don't get too close, it's bad for your eyes," Song Qin tugged at him.

Song Xianyin didn't look at her, but stared at the fire in the stove.

It wasn't because her eyes were uncomfortable; she just wanted to cry.

It seemed that no matter what she said, her mother was not satisfied, and she couldn't tell whether she was joking or speaking her mind.

"Mother, do you really think I'm vain?" Song Xianyin frowned.

Song Qin found it amusing that he was still struggling with his thoughts, so she teased him, "Yeah, isn't that just vanity? Vanity is bad. You have to really love painting. If you don't like painting, then study hard."

Song Xianyin fell silent, not wanting to talk to Song Qin anymore.

Song Qin was right. She was indeed very vain. She liked to buy expensive things and enjoyed the amazed looks from others when they saw her buying them.

But no one is happy when their flaws are exposed, and she was no exception.

"Are you angry?" Song Qin poked her helplessly.

Song Xianyin ignored her and moved to the side.

She never wanted to talk to her mother again; she felt that nothing her mother said was pleasing to the ear.

Fu Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief as she watched their interaction.

In fact, she had been paying attention to her attitude towards Song Qin these past few days.

She knew that Song Xianyin was the kind of person who would feel like a stranger to someone if they were separated from them for a long time.

She also felt that Song Xianyin's personality was particularly strange.

Logically speaking, the first reaction to seeing a familiar person you haven't seen in a long time should be happiness.

However, Song Xianyin was nervous and uneasy.

She was afraid that Song Xianyin would feel alienated from them.

"Should we turn it up a bit?" Fu Ci asked, glancing at the fire in the stove.

Fu Zhiyi shook her head. "This will do."

If the fire is turned up too high, the whole house will smell of smoke.

There was already a table piled high with dried fruit shells in front of Lao Fu.

He burped, but his hands never stopped moving.

The radio next to me was playing a traditional opera that I'd heard countless times.

Old Fu hummed along as he leisurely swung his legs.

"Third brother, go pour your father a cup of tea." Old Fu smacked his lips, feeling a little thirsty.

She glanced at him, then stood up and poured him a cup of hot tea.

Even when he was less than two steps away, he refused to stand up or move.

"The tea you brought back isn't good. It doesn't taste as good as the one I bought before. When I used to work on the railway, my foreman gave me a kind of tea. I don't know what it was called, but it was very fragrant," Lao Fu recalled.

But clearly no one at the table was listening to him; everyone was doing their own thing.

"Third sister, how are your grades? What's your ranking at school?" Old Fu asked, looking at her.

At this moment, he finally remembered that he should play the role of a loving father.

"More than twenty," she said vaguely.

She didn't really want to discuss her grades with others.

Old Fu's brows furrowed immediately. His voice rose slightly: "More than twenty?"

He looked at her in confusion: "What happened? How come you did so poorly on the test? How did you get ranked in the twenties? You used to always be number one!"

Fu Zhiyi was furious when she heard his series of questions.

Can elementary school and junior high school be the same? Can the top student here be the same as the top student there?

She ranked in the twenties, which shows she had put in all her effort.

But his tone made it sound like he thought her ranking in the twentieth place was terrible.

She didn't say anything, but Lao Fu kept muttering to himself.

"You're in the twenties. Your brother is always number one. What's the point of you going to school if you're in the twenties? Huh? Aren't you just wasting your money?"

She suppressed her anger and explained to herself, "What's wrong with being in the twenties? Being in the twenties is already very good in this school."

Old Fu got even angrier.

He slammed his hand on the table: "Being in the twenties is not bad! I think you just don't study hard. Do you go out to play every day?"

Fu Zhiyi was furious. Why should she be scolded by someone who had never been to school?

“Her school is a key municipal school, and the students there are all very talented. It’s amazing that she got this score,” Fu Ci said calmly.

Old Fu's expression changed immediately.

He paused for a moment, then frowned and nodded: "That seems to be true."

"Your school is so good, and they even have extra classes, so your score is really good."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Your parents won't put that much pressure on you, understand? Being happy is the most important thing."

Fu Zhiyi: ...