Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 327 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 22

"The second child, she does make a fuss, but she only makes a fuss for a short while and then she's fine after a few days. She's pretty easygoing."

Fu Ci listened quietly, understanding that Song Qin had already made up her mind.

"Big brother, does the county's No. 1 Middle School have a junior high school? Do you think your sister can go there? If we take the third brother with us, you and the second brother can look after each other."

"No. 1 Middle School does indeed have a junior high school section."

Song Qin frowned: "That must be very difficult to pass. We can't let her continue to play around. You and the third brother should spend more time tutoring the second brother and help her improve her grades."

"The third child hasn't started junior high yet, he went straight there. I asked your Uncle Qin, and he said he could help us arrange it."

If we take Song Xianyin with us, she doesn't like going to school and she'll argue with Lao Fu every day, which will make both of them unhappy.

Fu Ci nodded lightly.

She probably won't agree, and then she'll cry her eyes out.

Song Qin has made up her mind.

She spoke a few words to Fu Ci, and then went to find Song Xianyin.

Fu Zhiyi was unusually asleep today; she leaned against the wall, her head tucked into the blanket.

Song Xianyin was drawing on the table, but the kerosene lamp was not very bright, making it difficult for her to see.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Song Qin asked softly as she opened the door.

Song Xianyin moved to the other side and ignored her.

Song Qin sighed and sat down next to her: "Let your mother see what you've been drawing all day long."

She looked at Song Xianyin's painting and couldn't see anything special about it, but what she was about to say might anger Song Xianyin.

She cleared her throat: "It's very well drawn. I didn't expect my second son to be so talented in drawing."

Song Xianyin awkwardly took back her painting: "It's alright."

Song Qin watched Song Xianyin paint from the side, and Song Xianyin frowned and glanced at her.

Her mother is acting strangely; I always feel like nothing good is going to happen to her.

"Second son, your father doesn't agree with you going out to work, but your mother thinks you still have to go, otherwise we'll be so stingy when it comes to meat at home."

Song Qin spoke in a consultative tone.

Song Xianyin's ears twitched, but she didn't say anything.

Song Qin lowered her voice even further: "But Mother can't take you all there. I also need to work, and I don't have the ability to find new schools for all of you."

Song Xianyin silently colored the ground.

“Your older brother said he won’t go. He’s about to start high school, and it wouldn’t be good for him to be in a new environment.”

"But you know your sister's personality; she keeps everything to herself and never says anything. But you're different. You can make friends anywhere, and all your classmates like you..."

"Mother, you never choose me." Song Xianyin's voice was muffled.

She's always the one who gets abandoned.

Fu Ci is a man, and he is very important to this family.

Fu Zhiyi is the youngest, and she is too introverted, so they are all worried about her.

She was the only one who was always abandoned. She wasn't given any meat before, and now that she's gone elsewhere, no one has considered her.

Song Qin was stunned. She looked at Song Xianyin, who had her head down, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Second brother..."

"You take Fu Zhiyi with you. I don't want to go anymore. Anyway, even if I go, you'll only be thinking about Fu Ci and Fu Zhiyi." Song Xianyin gripped the pen tightly.

The colors in the painting grew darker and darker, and the paper began to wrinkle.

Song Qin had thought she would have to do a lot of persuasion with Song Xianyin, but seeing how easily she agreed, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Second child, you'll understand your mother's heart when you grow up. I'm only doing this for your own good." Song Qin sighed and patted her head.

Who wouldn't want to bring all their children with them? It's just that we don't have that option right now, so we can only choose the most suitable one to take with us.

"It's alright, your older brother is home too. If anything happens, just go to him."

Song Xianyin nodded, but her interest was not very high.

Fearing that Song Xianyin might change her mind later, Song Qin left after saying only a few words.

Kids are impulsive; she might agree now, but she could cry again later.

Song Xianyin did cry.

Tears soaked her pillow. Her mind was filled with memories of their favoritism, and the more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and the wetter her pillow grew.

This was the first time she had cried so bitterly, without making a sound. Perhaps she has truly grown up and learned how adults cry.

Song Xianyin sniffed, but her nose was completely blocked, so she could only breathe through her mouth, and her throat was also very tight.

Just as she was thinking about whether to sneak out to wipe her nose, someone suddenly hugged her tightly.

Song Xianyin's body stiffened for a moment. She lowered her eyes to look at the shadow on the wall and did not speak.

I don't know how much time passed, but then a small voice came from behind me: "I'm sorry."

It was wrong of her to secretly go to see her mother while she was in the hospital, but she had to do it.

The sweltering wind outside rushed into the room, the moon in the sky was indistinct as if seen through a layer of fog, and the cicadas continued their hoarse chirping; everything was unbearable.

Song Qin didn't know how she told Xiao Qin, but Xiao Qin came to the Fu family the next day.

He kept calling him "Uncle Fu," which made Old Fu very happy.

“Uncle Fu, look how capable you were when you were young. You could definitely make it if you went out now. It’s a waste for you to stay in this village.” Xiao Qin said with a smile.

Old Fu chuckled as he drank, saying modestly, "My health isn't good now, I can't do anything, how can I compare to when I was young?"

Xiao Qin exclaimed, "Uncle Fu, you're wrong about that. These days, people make money with their brains, not their physical strength. I think you're perfect for it."

Song Qin quickly said, "Yes, yes, you're already in the first year of junior high school, while I haven't even finished elementary school. If you don't go, I'm afraid people will lie to me."

Old Fu leaned back in his recliner, looked at Song Qin and sighed, "What's there to be afraid of? Those people only use a few tricks over and over again. You're this old and you still can't see through them?"

Seeing that there was a chance, Song Qin exchanged a glance with Xiao Qin: "I'm not stupid, I'm not as smart as you."

Xiao Qin immediately intensified his efforts, praising Lao Fu to the skies, until Lao Fu was beaming from ear to ear.

Song Xianyin sat lazily to the side, resting her chin on the table, quietly watching them.

The person she envied most in her life was her father, who was almost halfway to his grave, yet he always had someone to coax him no matter what he did.

She's still in elementary school, but people are already telling her she's grown up and can't be as willful as before.

It would be better to leave Dad at home too. What would he do over there? He doesn't do any work. When Mom comes back from her chores, she'll have to take care of him, do his laundry, and cook for him.

Old Fu finally agreed to go out to work with Song Qin, and Song Qin finally breathed a sigh of relief.