Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

"Sang Rou, what happened?"

Ying Yuchuan heard his younger sister's voice tremble slightly, so he peered out the window and asked with concern.

She turned her back, not wanting her older brother to see her tears.

"No, no, it's just that there's a question I can't answer."

Lu Luozhi pulled her to sit down in front of the recliner, "Okay, okay, don't cry."

She wiped away her tears with her sleeve, her voice gentle, "How about I tell you a story about a blond-haired kid?"

"What story?"

With her comfort, Ying Sangrou finally calmed down and stopped crying, but her eyes were so red they looked like a rabbit's eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Luozhi decided to tell her in the most direct way, "Actually, Huang Maozai dropped out of school for two years."

"what?"

Ying Sangrou was taken aback.

"Suspended from school? Why was he suspended from school?"

Lu Luozhi smiled and said, "I don't think I've ever told you this, but he's actually eighteen years old this year. He's a year older than you."

"what?"

Another shock.

Ying Sangrou was stunned by her still misty eyes.

Do you know why?

As she shook her head, Lu Luozhi began to speak in a gentle, detailed manner.

"Actually, he was admitted to the best high school in our city, but he didn't go. That blond guy didn't want to waste his family's money; he wanted to save it all for his grandmother's medical treatment. Not only did he not go to high school, he also went to work. At that time, he was a minor, and no legitimate store dared to hire him."

It was a kind restaurant owner who took pity on him and took him in to wash dishes, paying him daily. He could earn about eighty to one hundred yuan a day.

"At that time, I was still in college and didn't have time to go home. He was the only one at home taking care of my grandmother. He was amazing. He endured it from the age of twelve to sixteen, a full four years. It wasn't until I finished college and came home that the pressure on him lessened a bit."

As she recounted her story, Yuan Sangrou's disbelieving eyes widened even further.

Her words caused a huge upheaval within her.

"Actually, after we got home, I asked him if he wanted to continue his studies. He said he didn't want to. I didn't force him, so I let him help me set up a stall to earn money to pay for his grandmother's medical treatment."

Speaking of those days, Lu Luozhi gave a bitter smile.

"He's so thin because there's not much good food at home. We don't even dare to buy much meat. Luckily, we grow a lot of vegetables and raise some chickens. But every time we kill a chicken, he leaves it all to Grandma and doesn't eat a single bite himself."

The more she spoke, the more a long-forgotten sadness welled up within her.

"What's wrong with a child like this?"

In her heart, Lu Mingshi was no less than any other child.

He's awesome!

"So I brought him here because I didn't want him to continue like this. I asked your older brother to help him find a school so that he could start over and learn new things."

She smiled and said, "This process might take a little longer, but you have to get used to it, right?"

The deer's cry is so pitiful.

This was Yuan Sangrou's truest thought at that moment.

She never imagined that her sister-in-law and her brother would have such a difficult life.

They had such a hard life before, yet the smiles on their faces never faded.

They can do it, so why can't she?

With this in mind, she made a brave decision.

She stood up with a determined look in her eyes.

"Sister-in-law, I'm fine now. I'll go back and teach him slowly. I'll help him learn the knowledge again!"

Yes, she wanted to help him.

She has to help him!

Lu Mingshi was such a good person

After saying that, she ran outside again.

Lu Luozhi waved to her retreating figure and called out cheerfully, "Thank you, little Rou! I'll go teach him a lesson for you once I'm better."

What they didn't realize was that Ying Yuchuan had been standing behind the door inside the house, listening the whole time.

After Ying Sangrou left, he quietly turned around and walked back to his desk, where he sat down.

How could he not care about his own sister?

However, he was surprised to hear these words.

In fact, both siblings were not doing well, but they only mentioned each other and never themselves.

His gaze slowly drifted out the window, and the figure of an excessively thin woman fell directly into the depths of his dark eyes.

She lay down on the recliner, lost in thought.

Pity, heartache... a variety of emotions he had almost never experienced before intertwined in his heart.

He even wanted to go up and hug her, to hold her tightly in his arms...