ABRWF Chapter 197.2

The girl in the photo had childish facial features and looked like she was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing a bright red cotton coat, with two braids tied in pigtails, and a strawberry-shaped hairpin on the end of her black hair. She was sitting between Ji’s father and mother, holding their arms affectionately with a smile on her face.

Ji Ze looked to be only about ten years old, sitting in his mother’s arms.

This should have been taken near the New Year.

The fan was blowing, bringing a cool breeze.

Jiang Nanshu withdrew her eyes from the family photo.

She still remembered that day. 

She was in the second grade of junior high school, half a month after the winter vacation.

The teacher assigned them a home assignment called ‘My Family Portrait’.

When Jiang Nanshu mentioned it to her parents, they immediately packed up and put on their best clothes. Ji’s mother also tied her hair. The family happily went to the photo studio to take this photo.

Ji Ze quickly took the family photo in his hand. He was afraid that Jiang Nanshu would be unhappy and throw the photo away.

He quickly put it in the drawer under the TV cabinet.

Jiang Nanshu found it a little funny. No matter how crazy she was, she wouldn’t throw the photos away, right?

Besides, she was in it. How beautiful it was. She couldn’t bear to part with it.

She pretended not to see Ji Ze’s little action.

Ji’s father brought out a few cups of steaming tea from the kitchen.

“I didn’t know you were coming, so I didn’t prepare anything good. I hope you don’t mind.” 

Ji’s father’s feet moved a little slowly, and his dark face was full of simplicity: “Miss Jiang, have some tea.”

The word ‘Miss Jiang’ made Ji’s mother lower her head.

Ji Ze quietly handed her a piece of paper tissue.

The sadness in his eyes couldn’t be concealed. He didn’t know whether it was right or wrong to ask Jiang Nanshu to come back. 

Looking at his increasingly old parents, Ji’s mother who cleaned Jiang Nanshu’s room day after day, and Ji’s father who always had to cook for one more person, Ji Ze’s eyes felt a little sore.

He knew that his parents missed his sister very much.

Ji’s mother has been ill for a while. Sometimes she can’t move. When she feels better, she continues to clean. She knows that she won’t come back, but this behavior is like taking root. No one can persuade her.

He thought that they would be happy when Jiang Nanshu came back, but it seemed that things went against his wishes.

Jiang Nanshu took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice: “Yes, thank you.”

The air was quiet.

Jiang Hemian and Lu Qingyan seemed very comfortable and didn’t seem awkward at all.

Seeing the silence, Jiang Nanshu said calmly, “You don’t have to call me Miss Jiang. Just call me Nan Nan.”

Ji’s father and mother looked at each other.

Very confused.

They used to call her ‘Nan Nan’. The reason they started calling her ‘Miss Jiang’ was that three years ago, many pigs died in the newly started pig farm in the winter, and they lost more than 100,000 yuan. 

In his despair, Ji’s father slipped and broke his leg.

It cost about 200,000 yuan to treat the leg.

There was no money in the family, and the two children were still studying.

Jiang Nanshu was only in the first year of high school, and Ji Ze was only in junior high school. 

Because of his matter, Jiang Nanshu asked for leave from school overnight and came back.

Jiang Nanshu asked him to go to the hospital. She would borrow money if he had no money.

How could Ji’s father let a little girl like her go around borrowing money? 

So, he refused and said angrily that the leg was incurable.

Who knew that this girl would so recklessly run into the mountains to find herbs to treat his legs? 

She was found the next day, fallen into a ditch, covered in blood, and unconscious.

When she woke up again, she shouted that she wanted to go back to Beijing to recognize her relatives.

She wanted to break off relations with them, and they were not allowed to call her ‘Nan Nan’ anymore, but only ‘Miss Jiang’.

Ji’s father always regretted it.

If he hadn’t said those angry words, Jiang Nanshu wouldn’t have run away, and he wouldn’t have lost a daughter.

 

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Translator’s Comment:

Oh, I am so sad for this family. They are so pure, honest, and wholeheartedly love Jiang Nanshu. But, fate is playing with them.

 

 

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