Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 345 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 40

The sun was quite strong outside, and the tofu seller kept calling out his wares. Song Xianyin looked out the window and suddenly felt a little dazed.

"I already told you not to interfere in their affairs. Anyway, Mother only listens to her eldest brother, so let him persuade her."

Fu Ci, who was waiting nearby, glanced at her.

“If she cries with you, you should cry with her too. If you cry with me, I can’t help you.”

"Dad, just ignore him. He's not saying anything anyway, so just pretend he doesn't exist in the family."

"Everyone tells you not to get involved in their affairs, and you don't try to reconcile them. Why should you care about them? Aren't you aiming for a good high school and then a good university? You don't have that much time to worry about all that nonsense."

Song Xianyin frowned, lying on the table: "I don't know how to improve my grades. Let my older brother tell you."

Song Xianyin handed the phone directly to Fu Ci.

Fu Ci answered the phone, his voice indifferent: "Can't keep up in class?"

There was a basket of loquats on the table. Song Xianyin ate one, but it was so sour that she immediately spat it out.

Who wants to murder her?

Fu Ci kept talking to Fu Zhiyi, and Song Xianyin was already sleepy from listening to the things she was studying.

Zheng Hao wanted to go home with her on Friday, but she refused him firmly.

If Zheng Hao knew she lived in a village, she would definitely start cricketing at her.

"It's normal for grades to fluctuate. You're only in the first year of junior high, there's no need to be so anxious."

Song Xianyin lay on the table, lost in thought, listening to the cicadas chirping outside.

Just then, Fu Ci handed her the microphone: "She says she has something to say to you."

Song Xianyin lazily answered the phone: "What?"

"I'm hanging up," came Fu Zhiyi's voice from the other end.

Song Xianyin's lips twitched.

"Then hang up."

There was a moment of silence on the other end: "Do you go to Uncle Jiang's house every week?"

"Yes, we all help out at Uncle Jiang's house on weekends."

I keep calling people, and even though I pay them, it still bothers them.

"Okay." Fu Zhiyi responded softly, "Then I'll hang up, you guys get back to work."

Song Qin heard the sound and turned to look at her.

Seeing that Fu Zhiyi's eyes were red, Song Qin joked with the person next to her, "Those two sisters used to always quarrel, but now they cry when they talk on the phone."

The vendor chuckled, "We grew up together, so of course our bond is different."

Song Qin felt much better after making the phone call. She took Fu Zhiyi's hand and walked home.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat tonight? Mom will make it for you."

Fu Zhiyi shook her head.

"Tsk." Song Qin looked at her disapprovingly. "Don't worry about bothering your mother. Just tell me what you want to eat. It's been a long time since your mother has cooked anything delicious for you."

Faced with Song Qin's intimacy, Fu Zhiyi felt an indescribable awkwardness.

Yesterday he called her an ingrate, but today he's being so gentle with her.

"I didn't know you two sisters were so close. You used to always argue and didn't really talk to each other." There was a hint of nostalgia in Song Qin's eyes.

Fu Zhiyi knew that Song Qin had misunderstood again.

She mustered her courage and whispered, "I didn't cry because I was on the phone with her."

Song Qin looked at her with some confusion: "Then what is the reason?"

Fu Zhiyi's voice was a little hoarse, her eyes were red, and her mind was filled with Song Xianyin's words.

"Because I feel wronged."

The air fell silent. Song Qin stared blankly at Fu Zhiyi, who did not avoid her gaze and looked at her with red eyes.

Song Xianyin and her classmates also took their midterm exams. Her grades weren't great, but they weren't bad either.

But Fu Ci felt that this was not enough and wanted to continue teaching her.

"Big brother, you have to accept that there are people in our family who don't like studying."

“If you can accept farming for the rest of your life, then I can accept your achievements.” Fu Ci’s voice was somewhat cold.

Song Xianyin stood on a stool to change a light bulb. She frowned and said, "I don't necessarily know how to farm. Maybe I can open my own shop and be my own boss."

Finally, we have light bulbs in the house, and the room is much brighter now.

"Besides, my grades weren't that bad."

They don't necessarily have to stay at home and farm for their entire lives.

Fu Ci had never had such a headache before. He had talked to her about studying many times.

However, Song Xianyin has never liked being controlled since she was a child. The more others try to control her, the more rebellious she becomes, and she prefers to do whatever she wants.

Song Xianyin comforted him, "It's okay, brother. Even if I were to farm, I'd be the best at it."

Fu Ci remained silent, not even glancing at her.

That evening, Song Xianyin started drawing. There was a girl in her class who was particularly fond of a singer, and she was extremely obsessed with him.

Yesterday, she secretly asked Song Xianyin if she could draw a picture of the singer holding hands with her, and she would give Song Xianyin money after the drawing was finished.

Upon hearing this, Song Xianyin was so excited about such a good thing that she immediately agreed.

Forget about holding hands, I'd even draw her hugging someone!

Song Xianyin carefully observed Fu Ci's hand across from her, and then directly copied it.

The photo the girl gave her was a close-up, and there was no picture of the singer's hands at all; she just randomly added a pair of hands to the photo.

Song Xianyin spent two whole days painting this picture. She used to always sleep in on weekends, but she didn't stay in bed these past two days.

Fu Ci looked at the people in the room with some confusion.

From home to school, Song Xianyin was in a very excited state.

The next day, after arriving at the classroom, Song Xianyin secretly called the girl out and handed her the drawing.

The girl looked at the drawing, her face flushing bright red. She covered her face and whispered, "You really drew it! It looks just like it!"

And they even made her look prettier.

The girl excitedly patted Song Xianyin's arm, making Song Xianyin feel like her arm was about to break.

"But I don't think I'm that pretty," the girl said, looking at the painting with a hint of envy.

Song Xianyin blurted out, "But this is how you look in my heart."

The girl blushed even more and stuffed the money into Song Xianyin's arms: "Thank you, Song Xianyin, this painting really touched my heart."

Song Xianyin was also very happy: "You're welcome, it's my pleasure. If you want to paint again next time, you can come to me again."

The girl punched Song Xianyin again, embarrassed, saying, "Is that even a question?"

At noon, the girls in the class were quietly discussing something, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise.

Song Xianyin sensed the subtle gazes coming from the other side of the classroom and knew that the painting was slowly spreading throughout the class.

The boy tried to join in the fun, but was immediately chased away by the girls.

As soon as Song Xianyin was alone, girls would immediately come up and take her arm: "Song Xianyin, did you really paint that picture? You painted it so well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Song Xianyin cleared her throat.

"So you can draw anything? I'd like to have you draw something for me..."