Shutong and Wen Shuying subconsciously stopped at a distance, watching Wang Bu walk over, buy a meat bun, and throw down five yuan.
The burly boss glanced at him with his triangular eyes and prepared to go get the money.
Wang Bu replied, “Keep the change.”
After saying that, he quickly left with the steamed bun in his hand.
The burly man watched his retreating figure, laughed heartily twice, and then called out to him, “Kid, I’m a legitimate businessman. I still owe you two steamed buns. Here you go!”
Wang Bu caught the paper bag, looking stunned.
But the burly man ignored him and went back to his work.
Whenever Wang Bu was hungry, he would steal bread from this shop, assuming the owner always dozed off there.
Wang Bu was good at math; after a while, he realized the owner knew that he was stealing bread, and even knew exactly what he stole each time. With the two steamed buns, it would be exactly five yuan.
Shutong understood, too. Wang Bu didn’t really want to be a thief, so he probably felt guilty.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, the boss grinned at her and made a funny face to amuse her.
Shutong tilted her head and laughed, suddenly finding the boss quite cute.
That night, Shutong and Wen Shuying accompanied Wang Bu to several places, where he repaid the money he owed and also got to eat braised pork as they wished.
However, when they returned to the bamboo shed, they were completely dumbfounded—the shed had collapsed.
Thankfully, the shed hadn’t collapsed while they were sleeping; otherwise, they would have lost their lives.
Wen Shuying and Wang Bu originally wanted to rebuild the bamboo shed, but the temperature was too low at night, and their hands quickly became numb with cold.
“Huff, huff…”
Hearing the noise behind them, the two of them turned around at the same time.
They saw the little baby struggling to dig in the collapsed corner until she pulled out a bag of sweet potatoes…
Shutong hugged the sweet potato, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at her brother and Wang Bu: “The sweet potato isn’t broken yet…”
“…”
“…”
It turned out that in their little sister’s eyes, nothing in the bamboo shed could compare to this bag of sweet potatoes she had picked up.
However, the moment they saw her smile, Wen Shuying and Wang Bu suddenly felt healed. The situation wasn’t so bad after all; at least they were still safe and sound.
The three of them quickly packed some clothes and left the collapsed bamboo shed to find a place to stay for the night; otherwise, they would have to sleep on the streets—though… it wasn’t like they hadn’t slept on the streets before.
On a cold winter night, the streets were almost deserted. Three thin figures staggered along the road, looking particularly pitiful.
Wang Bu forcibly wrapped a piece of clothing around Shutong’s neck, but she was still shivering from the cold.
“Luckily, it’s not snowing tonight.”
As soon as Shutong finished speaking, the two people beside her stopped and looked up at the same time.
Hmm… In the dark blue sky, pure white snowflakes drifted down gently, softly landing on them.
Shutong looked up slowly, letting out a mature sigh, “Sigh…”
She opened her hand, and on her small palm, hexagonal snowflakes melted gracefully onto her warm skin.
Wen Shuying smiled and ruffled her hair, then pulled her back into his arms: “You’re not afraid of the snow.”
At that moment, a Santana suddenly stopped by the roadside, and the window rolled down, revealing a middle-aged couple who looked very kind.
“Children, where are your parents? Why are you still outside?” The aunt asked worriedly, poking her head out.
None of the three answered.
The middle-aged couple seemed to understand something from their clothes and the bags they were carrying, and warmly invited them to stay at their home for the night.
[Host’s fate modification progress increased by 4%, currently at 10%!]
After hearing the system’s voice, Shutong also secretly seized up the couple before finally accepting their kind offer.
The car quickly stopped in front of a residential building, which didn’t look like a wealthy family’s home; at most, it was just a middle-class family’s home.
“You can just call me Uncle Wang. I only have one daughter, and I have plenty of empty rooms. It’s so cold outside, so please stay here for now. As for the future, we’ll talk about it later.”
Uncle Wang was very hospitable, and Aunt Wang even started boiling water as soon as she entered the house.
Shutong gradually noticed something was off. Uncle Wang’s car looked secondhand and was quite old. His fingernails had years of engine oil on them… Could he be the heroine’s father?
Just as this thought crossed her mind, a girl came down from upstairs—it was Wang Ling’er!
Perhaps because it was too warm inside, Wen Shuying and Wang Bu were both a little reserved and didn’t see her for a moment.
Shutong thought for a moment and realized that there was no need to avoid her, so she didn’t say anything.
Wang Ling’er looked surprised and walked over before speaking, “Mom and Dad, what are you doing here… and how did they get here?”
Upon hearing her voice, Wen Shuying’s hand trembled slightly. He stood up alertly and immediately grabbed Shutong’s hand.
Wang Ling’er quickly stepped back and gestured, saying, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. Let’s sit down and talk this out.”
Uncle Wang was also a little confused when he saw this: “Ling’er, do you two know each other?”
Wang Ling’er: “Yes, I’ve met him before…”
Hearing her parents recount what had happened, Wang Ling’er felt even more sympathy for them. They had left their old shelter and were now even more adrift, all because of her…
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