ST3YC Chapter 12.3

He also recently returned from abroad, only to hear that so many things happened at home.

 

His missing sister was finally found, which was a happy event.

 

Unexpectedly, his parents were so confused. Not only did they not do well to coax their daughter, and also make up for the debt they owed to her over the years, but they were so dedicated to protecting the scheming adopted daughter, which made his sister suffer a lot of grievances.

 

Now that the person has gone missing again, they only blame each other at home, and even blame their daughter for being ignorant, not knowing what is good or bad, and have no intention of looking for her.

 

 

An Yuan remembered having a big quarrel with his parents at home, and finally slammed the door and left, looking for his sister alone.

 

In the past few days, the more he talked about his younger sister’s past the more he felt distressed and the more anger accumulated in his heart.

 

Coming to Fu Sijin to ask was a small greviance that he had suppressed for a long time, but after the greviance, he felt empty in his heart.

 

To put it bluntly, he was not a competent elder brother and had done nothing for Xiao Ran.

 

What is the difference between him and those in the family?

 

Slumping down on the sofa, An Yuan arched his waist, covered his face with his hands, he fell into the pain of self-blame.

 

Seeing his friend like this, no matter how great the anger is in Fu Sijin’s heart, it has also dispersed.

 

He sighed and glanced over Qing Qing subconsciously, but he didn’t know how to comfort him.

 

What can he say?

 

Say he has the superb skill to find her?

 

Not only An Yuan, but even Fu Sishen, who knew more about the city, could not find any trace of An Ran.

 

Still have to say that the culprit is actually sitting in front of you playing with blocks?

 

Also wearing diapers.

 

Noting that Fu Sijin was looking at her, Qingqing looked back innocently.

 

Qing Qing is very good, not eavesdropping.

 

She is listening openly.

 

Fu Sijin: “…”

 

Why does he always feel that his IQ is despised?

 

An Yuan is still decadent.

 

Qingqing fiddled with the blocks and looked at him curiously.

 

Looking at him, she suddenly patted her hands to get up, walked to An Yuan, and gently poked his hair.

 

“Uncle, are you crying?”

 

The childish little milky voice of the child carries a bit of pure curiosity, without any ridicule, nor care, just curiosity.

 

“No.” An Yuan raised his head and replied in a dumb voice.

 

He didn’t notice the existence of Qingqing until now, and couldn’t help asking, “Who is this kid?”

 

Actually looks like Fu Sijin forty to fifty percent similar, is it possible…

 

 

“The children of relatives, asked me to take care of them for a while.”

 

“Oh.”

 

…

 

After being silent for a while, An Yuan spoke.

 

“Si Jin, I know you have a bad relationship with your mother, but can you please for the sake of our many years of friendship…”

 

He asked people for the first time, but Fu Sijin interrupted him before he finished speaking.

 

“No way.” Fu Sijin shook his head and said seriously: “Even if you don’t say anything about your sister, I will help, you know it, but there is really no way now.”

 

“Why?” An Yuan puzzled.

 

“…I can’t find my mother now, even my dad and uncle can’t find her.”

 

In fact, the person is right in front of you, but she is not her original appearance. How can you remember the story after you’ve gotten smaller?

 

Despair is no longer enough to describe An Yuan’s current mood.

 

But he knew that since his friend could say such things, it was really impossible.

 

For a while, he felt quite desperate.

 

After all, can he still find Xiao Ran?

 

“Uncle.” There was another little girl’s milky call from his ear. An Yuan didn’t want to talk to her, but couldn’t bear Qingqing’s persistent harassment, “Uncle, uncle…”

 

“What on earth do you want to do?”

 

“Qingqing, come here, don’t disturb others.”

 

An Yuan and Fu Sijin spoke at the same time, but they couldn’t shake Qingqing’s will.

 

She stretched out her little hand and placed the tightly held thing in An Yuan’s hand.

 

“Give you.”

 

“what is this?”

 

An Yuan lowered his head and saw a bear biscuit lying quietly in his palm.

 

This is the ration that Qingqing saved from her limited daily snack quota, but she didn’t expect to give it to An Yuan so generously.

 

You didn’t give it to me just now.

Fu Sijin thought sourly on the side.

 

 

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