Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Before New Year was over, Jiang Shuisheng had no choice but to take Jiang Sui back. The medicinal materials he had hoarded had sprouted, which was really a headache.
The person who came to receive the goods drove an old truck.
Bags of goods in nylon bags were thrown into the car.
Jiang Sui wanted to help, but her little cat-like strength was of no use. She could only pour hot water for her father and Uncle Liang Jun who had come to receive the goods.
The two men couldn’t throw the biggest bag into the car even after picking it together, and both of them were still sweating profusely.
At that time, Chi Yan happened to be passing by carrying a load of briquettes.
The young man was wearing thin autumn clothes, but his steps were extremely steady. His uncle Zhao Songshi could not finish picking up the briquettes even in two trips, but he could take them home in one trip.
Liang Jun’s eyes lit up as he struggled with the goods: “Young man in black clothes, come here and help us.”
Jiang Shuisheng was stunned, and Jiang Sui was also stunned.
In the courtyard, Chi Yan was a person with a weak sense of presence. He was always busy, his young body seemed to always be running for life, and he hardly had time to talk to the people in the compound.
Liang Jun didn’t know him. Seeing that he was tall and strong, he naturally asked him to help.
Chi Yan put down his burden and came to help without saying much.
Liang Jun said: “I’ll shout 123, then we’ll pick it and throw it together.”
Behind the door beam, Jiang Sui was wearing a pink winter coat, and her eyes fell on Chi Yan’s hands inadvertently.
His hands were not pretty, they were red from the cold and had frostbite, and there were shallow blood marks on the chapped backs of his hands. The traces of his hard life were carved on the young man’s hands one after another.
However, even after the New Year, he was still only fourteen years old.
The nylon bag was thrown into the car, and Jiang Sui watched anxiously, fearing that the wounds on his hand would burst open.
Fortunately, he was strong enough and only hastened his breathing slightly.
Liang Jun smiled and patted him on the shoulder: “You’re a good young man. Very energetic. Hahahaha. Why are you wearing such thin clothes? Don’t catch a cold.”
Chi Yan said: “Yeah.”
He didn’t look around, just went back and picked up the briquettes.
Jiang Shuisheng said, “I’m sorry to bother you, Chi Yan.”
Chi Yan nodded from a distance, then deep and winding footprints were left in the snow.
The wind and snow were still raging at night, while Jiang Sui tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. She thought of the young man’s hands. In fact, in the past few months, she had tried not to have any contact with Chi Yan and Chi Yiming. When she passed the place where Chi Yan was repairing cars, she would often walk away without looking sideways.
However, at this moment, Chi Yan’s hands, which were eroded by the cold, had premature shadows of the future.
She didn’t know what Chi Yan had experienced. Later, everyone said that Mr. Chi Yan’s hands were not very flexible. Everyone would respect him in the future, but no one loved him this year.
Even the little devil Chi Yiming was at least dressed for winter.
Jiang Sui couldn’t sleep, so she turned on the light and dug out her piggy bank.
The jingling coins, as well as the pocket money that was put in only this year, were scattered in a pile.
Jiang Sui usually didn’t spend money. After all, she was not a child of the same age as her body. She didn’t want to eat snacks or buy toys. Thus, now she had saved so much money.
She remembered the prices for this year with her fingers and fell asleep happily.
….
The bells were ringing and the New Year was here.
Jiang Sui secretly bought a pair of woolen finger gloves and put them on her soft little hands. They were big and warm.
These brand new gloves seemed to drive away the wind and rain, making people feel better.
Jiang Sui looked at them reluctantly several times, then smeared them hard and rubbed them again.
The woolen gloves became dusty and the wool was frayed a little.
She noticed that Chi Yan had gone out in the morning and hadn’t come back yet. Jiang Sui looked out of the window. When the sun came out completely, Chi Yan also came back.
The boy held a rope and an old bamboo dustpan in his left hand, with an airtight bag in his right hand.
Jiang Sui hurriedly walked out: “Brother Chi Yan!”
Chi Yan looked back.
He was still wearing autumn clothes, and his boots were stepping on the snow, giving him a somewhat deserted look.
Jiang Sui stumbled up to him.
Chi Yan frowned, the little girl looked shocking whenever she walked. However, her pair of bright eyes seemed to be decorated with vivid colors like spring. She had really beautiful and juicy peach blossom eyes, but it was a pity that the little girl’s bruised face was heart-wrenching to see.
She asked in a sweet voice, “Are you going home?”
“Yeah.” Chi Yan had never dealt with such soft creatures. The ones he had seen most in his life were those like Deng Yulian and Zhao Nan.
However, the little girl in front of him was short and her eyelashes were as long as two butterflies, as she wiped the snowflakes that fell on her eyelashes, clumsily.
Chi Yan found it amazing that a person’s eyelashes could be so long and cute that they could even catch snowflakes.
She took out a pair of gray gloves: “Dad asked me to give them to you. They are his old gloves. I hope you don’t mind.”
Her tone was waxy, but her expression was extremely serious.
It was written all over my face, my dad asked me to do it.
This meaning was completely conveyed to Chi Yan, who took it over and said, “Thank him for me.”
The little girl didn’t smile and nodded seriously. It was like a secret mission handover.
Chi Yan glanced at her, took out something from the bag he was carrying in his right hand and handed it to her: “Take it to play with.”
The little girl subconsciously caught it. Jiang Sui had never caught a bird in her life.
In her hand was a little bird with its claws and wings bound, struggling for its life.
Her eyes widened, and she pinched the string with her white and tender fingers. She was surprised and at a loss and asked: “It, it, it… is moving, what should I do?”
Chi Yan, don’t look too far.
Really…
Damn…it made people feel so soft that they felt uncomfortable all over.
“If you can’t catch it, let it go.”
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