TTPAC [QT] Chapter 57.4

“What do you want to eat?” Wen Shuying asked. 

He and Wang Bu had been carrying bricks, unloading goods, and delivering newspapers for the past two weeks, and now they had saved up a little money.

“Anything’s fine with me.” Shutong said, patting her bulging little tattered bag, a smile spreading across her face.

“Hmm?” Wang Bu seemed to have noticed something. He grabbed her small, tattered bag and shook it.

Before Shutong could snatch it back, Wang Bu pulled out a few lollipops, a wind-up frog toy, and some other strange snacks.

“Where did this come from?” Wen Shuying rummaged through the small, tattered bag, a slight smile playing on her lips. 

“Another gift from a child?”

Shutong could only nod, saying, “Yeah…”

She absolutely couldn’t mention that the chubby boy cried when he left…

In Wen Shuying’s view, it’s normal for others to give her snacks and toys since his little sister is so cute. After all, it had happened before.

But this time, it was indeed a bit much.

Wang Bu played with the wind-up frog for a while, put it back in Shutong’s hand, and taught her how to play with it.

That evening, Wen Shuying unusually bought a pound of pork and a pound of eggs; even so, it still cost him nearly two yuan.

He carried it solemnly in his hand. After leaving the market, Wang Bu nervously stared at his surroundings, as if afraid that someone would snatch it away.

Shutong found it amusing and slipped a White Rabbit candy into his palm.

Wen Shuying witnessed this scene. He stopped and looked at Shutong, calling out, “Little sister…”

Wang Bu tossed the milk candy into his mouth, glanced at him, and found it amusing.

Shutong didn’t react at all, tilting her head to look at her older brother: “Hmm?”

Wen Shuying felt a pang of sadness, but he didn’t say anything. He took her hand and continued walking along the roadside.

After a while, he felt an itch on the back of his hand. He looked down and saw that his sister had handed him a bag of dried figs.

Wen Shuying smiled and said, “Thank you, little sister.”

Shutong fastened her small, worn-out bag and smiled, pursing her lips.

As Shutong passed a bookstore, she stopped. Her gaze fell on a row of old magazines.

Wen Shuying was also a book lover, but he knew that he couldn’t waste money on books now.

Seeing the two siblings staring longingly at the bookstore, Wang Bu suggested, “Shall we go take a look?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the brother and sister ran into the bookstore.

Wang Bu: “…”

Half an hour later, Wang Bu paid one yuan with a cold face and took three old magazines from the store. The Wen siblings finally remembered that they needed to go home.

As soon as Wang Ling’er stepped out of the bookstore, she saw the three figures.

“It’s you!”

As soon as Wang Ling’er’s voice rang out, Wang Bu and Wen Shuying became alert. One of them grabbed the eggs and steamed buns, while the other picked up Shutong and ran toward one end of the street.

Wen Shuying remembered this girl because she had called the police to arrest him before, so his first reaction was to run.

Wang Ling’er sighed silently. Sure enough, she had terrified them.

A month ago, the brother and sister were in a sorry state, dressed in rags, and their faces and bodies covered in dirt. But now, they don’t seem so destitute anymore. The little girl’s face is clean, her eyes are bright and clear, and you can see the delicate features of her face.

Wang Ling’er watched them disappear. Then she went into the bookstore and asked a question.

The bookstore owner, an old man with a white beard, thought for a moment and replied, “Those three children? They’ve been here for over half an hour. I was thinking that they looked so pitiful, and if they really stole something, I would let them be. But they spent one yuan and bought three magazines. They seem quite kind, not some kind of thugs.”

Wang Ling’er was somewhat surprised, but then she remembered that the little girl and boy were indeed holding something that seemed to be a magazine.

She has always been sentimental; after leaving the bookstore, she thought of that scene, coupled with the bookstore owner’s description, and she felt quite moved.

She started writing articles for the newspaper regularly in her first year of high school. At this moment, she already had a draft in mind.

Inside the bamboo shed, Wen Shuying was cooking, Wang Bu was helping him, and Shutong was quietly reading a magazine.

Wen Shuying initially thought that his little sister was daydreaming again, but when he heard the sound of pages turning, he turned around in surprise.

 

 

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