Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 319 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 14

Song Qin did not stop her.

Song Xianyin is only a few years old, yet she has run away from home more times than most people have ever eaten salt.

Fu Zhiyi frowned as she watched Song Xianyin's retreating figure, hesitating whether she should go and pull her back.

She knew that Song Xianyin didn't really want to run away from home; she just felt embarrassed.

Song Qin poured the food from Song Xianyin's bowl into Fu Zhiyi's bowl and said loudly, "If your sister doesn't want to eat it, then fine. From now on, all her food is yours."

Hearing this from outside, Song Xianyin quickened her pace in anger.

She knew she'd disliked her for a long time; even though she ate the least meat in the family, she still thought she ate the most.

She's just as bad as A-Juan's mother.

The village was only so big, so Song Xianyin didn't dare to wander around. She just strolled around the village.

From afar, Song Xianyin saw a group of older students walking towards her.

She quietly walked a little further away and squatted on the edge of the field, playing with stones.

The group's voices grew closer, and even though Song Xianyin had her back to them, she could still feel their gazes fixed on her.

"Kid, why are you out alone so late?" a boy called out to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin pretended not to hear and continued to squat.

"Never mind, what if she's just playing around here?"

"She's carrying a backpack and there's no one around, so how can you be sure she's playing here?" someone nearby retorted.

"Little sister, where are you from? Let us take you home!"

He was met with silence.

Several people looked at each other.

Fu Ci glanced at the retreating figure and said, "Then I'll be going now."

They weren't going that way.

The others nodded: "Fu Ci, thank you so much for today."

"Need not."

The next second, they watched helplessly as Fu Ci jumped down.

Fu Ci walked over to the girl and simply picked her up.

People on the street were completely dumbfounded by what they saw.

Song Xianyin was dumbfounded: "Who are you? Put me down!"

Who's meddling in other people's business!

Song Xianyin struggled to break free, but the man's strength was frightening; Song Xianyin almost thought that a child thief had come.

Upon seeing that familiar cold face, Song Xianyin immediately wilted.

The moon was bright, but the road was still dark. The village was very quiet, and you could hardly hear people talking. When you walked past the houses, you could hear snoring inside.

Song Xianyin walked ahead dejectedly.

This is so embarrassing.

The two hadn't spoken a word to each other.

Fu Ci carried her bag, and the two maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Just then, an elderly woman came out to use the restroom. She saw them and paused for a moment, then asked, "You're only going home now?"

Fu Ci nodded: "Something came up at school and I was delayed for a while."

The old woman still had some hair marks on her face. She instructed, "Go home early."

When they encounter child thieves, they don't care whose child it is.

When they returned home, only a dim candle was lit in the house, and there were several bowls on the table, which were obviously left for Fu Ci.

Fu Ci threw Song Xianyin's schoolbag onto the rocking chair where she usually sat.

"Big brother, why do you come home so late every day?" Song Xianyin ate a little too quickly, looking at him with some curiosity.

Fu Ci didn't want to talk to her and just quietly ate his meal.

Song Xianyin looked at the meat in the large bowl, then secretly glanced at Fu Ci, and tentatively picked up a piece. Seeing that Fu Ci did not react, she picked up a few more pieces.

"My teacher praised me today. She said I'm really good at drawing and gave me a score of 98."

Knowing that Fu Ci wouldn't take her food, Song Xianyin put down her bowl and went straight to her bag to find her painting.

Song Xianyin proudly placed the painting in front of him: "Our teacher said I'm the class's little painter."

"I started saving money yesterday because I want to buy art supplies. I want to become a great painter," Song Xianyin muttered.

The teacher even called her a genius, and she was happy for an entire afternoon.

But some people in the class said that her paintings were simply not good enough for the students in the county.

She didn't believe it; she thought she was better than anyone else.

"Big brother, could you share some of your meat with me from now on? I'm growing, and nutrition is very important."

Song Xianyin didn't care whether Fu Ci responded or not, because it wasn't important to her at all. She was simply talkative and just needed someone to listen to her.

Goodnight, Song Xianyin went to bed much earlier than usual. She cried and fussed a lot, which must have taken a lot of energy.

Fu Zhiyi was nervously memorizing her lessons, afraid that she wouldn't be able to go to the county. She was actually luckier than her older brother was back then.

Just as she was silently reciting her book, the door suddenly creaked open.

Fu Zhiyi stared blankly at Song Qin standing at the door.

Song Qin patted Fu Zhiyi's head: "Why are you still studying? Get some rest."

Fu Zhiyi said softly, "I'm afraid if I don't do this, I won't be able to catch up with the students in the county."

Song Qin smiled and said, "What does it matter? Your father and I didn't ask you to compare yourself to others."

"Mom, I really want to go to junior high school in the county..."

She knew her demands were excessive, since even her older brother had only attended junior high school in the village.

Song Qin was silent for a moment: "Okay, let's talk about this later."

She can't guarantee that she can get Fu Zhiyi to go to the county in the future.

She sat on the edge of the bed. Song Xianyin's face was flushed from the heat. Song Qin touched it and sighed.

She really didn't know what to do with her. Why was she so disobedient? The eldest and third eldest were so well-behaved.

Song Qin leaned against the wall, gently fanning Song Xianyin with a fan. There was a faint smell of medicinal ointment in the room.

"There are fewer mosquitoes these days, right? I just cleaned it up a few days ago," Song Qin said in a low voice.

Fu Zhiyi was also a little hot. She took a sip of water and whispered, "The mosquitoes keep biting her."

It's strange, why do mosquitoes seem to like Song Xianyin so much?

When Song Qin looked at Song Xianyin's legs, which were covered up tightly, she saw that they were indeed covered with mosquito bites, and the places she had scratched last time were still not healed.

Song Qin frowned: "I'll bring you some medicine tomorrow. These mosquitoes are so annoying."

"Is that your composition book?" Song Qin saw the book on the table.

Fu Zhiyi nodded: "It was borrowed by her classmate."

Song Qin chuckled: "She has so many friends every day, giving her candy and lending her books. With such a bad temper, how come so many people hang out with her?"

If Song Xianyin were her friend, she would definitely scold her.

Song Xianyin turned over groggily, and Song Qin tucked her hair behind the pillow and continued to fan her.

"Zhiyi, you're so sensible. It's a good thing you're not like your sister, otherwise I would be driven crazy."

Running away from home at the drop of a hat, what kind of kid is like that?

Fu Zhiyi looked towards the bed, where Song Qin was smiling at Song Xianyin, her face full of helplessness.

Fu Zhiyi tightened her grip on the pen.

She didn't want to obey; obedient people never get any attention...