Fishing Port Spring Night (Experience Story Adult Novel)

Fishing Harbor Spring Night Episode 1

Introduction:

Bidding farewell to the bustling city life, Zhang Wen packed up his luggage and returned to the isolated fishing village with his adoptive father's guilt. Everything in it was so strange and familiar - a place far away from the hustle and bustle, traditional and backward.

Although the customs of the people cannot be considered simple, they are definitely feudal. The lonely tide and the humid sea breeze blow here.

Can Zhang Wen, who returns from the big city, adapt to life here?

A small fishing village in the bay with no traffic signs and inconvenient transportation; beautiful women with different personalities, charming and sexy young women, innocent and lovely loli, and their beloved relatives.

After experiencing the pleasure of sex, Zhang Wen inevitably fell...

Chapter 1: A Poor Village

Looking at all this, Zhang Wen really couldn't believe that in the information-based 21st century there was still such a backward place. After getting off the train, he took a seven-hour car ride along the mountain road. After walking the mountain road, we walked on the gravel road for another five hours. Now we have to cross a small river to reach our destination? Although there are many scenery along the way that is more beautiful than the so-called scenic spots. But Zhang Wen was already exhausted from all the bumps and bruises and had no mind to appreciate it all.

Along the way, Zhang Wen even wondered if he had traveled back to ancient times, as he didn't see the most basic electric poles. There weren't even a few houses, and occasionally a few snakes crawled or rats ran across the road. They seem to be surprised by humans. What kind of hellish place is this?

Zhang Wen felt like crying but had no tears when he was sitting alone by the river, a clear stream with a transparent bottom. After taking a sip, the water has a natural sweetness, but even in this pristine river that city people chase after, there was not a single person in sight for more than an hour. There is not even any signal for my cell phone. Is this on Earth?

"What are you doing here, young man?"

Just when Zhang Wen was feeling dejected, a bamboo raft suddenly came up on the river with a man on it with his trouser legs rolled up. The shirtless old man shouted from afar.

Zhang Wen looked up and saw that the old man was wearing a tattered bamboo hat. The beard on his face was swaying in the wind, and his face was full of the vicissitudes of life. He is thin but looks very strong. He immediately shouted as if he had seen a savior: "Old man, I want to go to Wugua Village, can you take me across the river?"

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll finish this net!"

The old man readily agreed and slowly pulled up the fishing net.

Zhang Wen finally calmed down a little bit, waiting for the old man's bamboo raft to come over. I hurried up to express my gratitude profusely, even though there was no place to sit. But it still made Zhang Wen feel a little safer. After all, if he was bitten by a snake in this remote place, he would die and no one would know about it.

"Young man, we haven't had outsiders here for a long time. Who are you looking for?"

The old man looked at Zhang Wen, although he felt a little strange about his casual clothes and the large package on his back. He asked in a somewhat wary tone.

"I'm going to Wugua Village to look for someone! Old man, how long will it take to get there after entering the river?"

Zhang Wen answered as planned, but he was still a little uneasy when he thought about the misfortune he had suffered that day. If it takes several hours to reach the shore, just jump into the river here!

"It'll be there in about a quarter of an hour!"

After the old man finished speaking, he asked, "There are more than ten villages in our area, and few outsiders come here. Tell me which family you are looking for, and I will lead you there. It would be bad if you get lost!"

"I'm going to Chen Guixiang's house."

Zhang Wen felt a little awkward when he mentioned this name.

"Oh, you're going to Guiwazi's house! Okay, don't worry, I've lived here for sixty years, I know everyone's family."

The old man said, "Oh," and then clapped his hands.

"Yes, okay! Thank you."

After arriving at the shore, Zhang Wen habitually took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

"What do you mean? No one paid me to cross the river."

The old man's eyes lit up when he saw the banknote, but he immediately declined it.

"Haha, old man, just keep it. I might have to trouble you again in the future."

Zhang Wen smiled and stuffed the money into his hand.

"Okay, if you need anything from me, just tell me."

This time the old man did not refuse, and with a smile on his face he put the money into his worn trouser pocket.

As he walked, he asked the old man about the situation. The more he listened, the colder Zhang Wen felt. Is this really a bustling city? The electricity for the entire village is supplied by a common line from another township, and sometimes the line is immediately cut off when too many people use it. Oil lamps were lit during normal times, and there was an average of one black-and-white TV in each village. There is only one dilapidated school in more than ten villages, and there is no teacher. The average cultural level is not even that of the third grade of primary school! Not many people can write.

What is more worth mentioning is that many villages are close to the sea, and many people have died in shipwrecks. No one who can leave the mountain wants to come back, so the village still maintains a primitive or even backward lifestyle. Most of the houses are old adobe houses, and even a small brick house is a symbol of wealth here. Zhang Wen got a chill when he heard this. Could it be that his father really came from such a small fishing village? If that was the case, I could really understand why he was unwilling to come back to this place even at the cost of his life.

"Hey, this is Guiwazi's home."

The old man led Zhang Wen to a mud house halfway up the mountain and pointed and said.

Zhang Wen saw that this place was still habitable and wondered. The so-called wall was made entirely of dead branches and leaves. It is said to be in the village, but looking around, the nearest house is at least 500 meters away. The yard is desolate and dilapidated, and the straw on the roof is a mess. Some of the things on the adobe wall were covered with dust and looked lifeless.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Wen smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't muster up the courage to go in.

"Baby, you must be Zhang Houming's child! Come in quickly. Gui Wazi has been waiting for you for more than ten years."

The old man seemed to see through Zhang Wen's thoughts. He sighed and spoke earnestly.

"well!"

When Zhang Wen saw that his identity was exposed, he suddenly felt embarrassed. After thanking him again, he staggered for a while before mustering the courage to go in. Although the yard was not big, the crops and vegetable plots inside were kept clean. Before Zhang Wen got closer, he saw a woman squatting by a small well, chopping wood.

"Hello, is this Chen Guixiang's house?"

Zhang Wen spoke timidly, his heart beating fast as he expected the woman to turn around. I am also a little scared and don’t know how to face all this unfamiliarity.

The woman slowly turned her head, and Zhang Wen was somewhat disappointed that the face was not the kind-hearted one in her forties that he had imagined. She is a woman who looks to be around 20 years old, with a simple smile on her face. Although she is not a stunning beauty, her simple and pure feeling makes people feel particularly comfortable. She was about 160cm tall, with her curves hidden by her oversized floral top and colorful pants. She looked a little thin, but she exuded a kind of approachable feeling. Xiumei's eyes were full of surprise.

When Zhang Wen looked at her, he couldn't help but admire her. Even without makeup, she couldn't hide her fresh and refined appearance, simple dress and plain clothes. Her smile, without any affectation, is more eye-catching than those glamorous stars on TV.

"You, you are Xiaowen?"

The woman looked at Zhang Wen in confusion for a few seconds, then suddenly shouted with joy, her eyes full of disbelief. But there was a hint of ecstasy on his face.

"yes!"

Zhang Wen felt more and more familiar with the woman in front of him, even though he had only followed his father when he was five years old. But the impression from childhood had long been blurred, and the woman in front of him was actually somewhat similar to himself. It gives people a very friendly feeling.

The woman suddenly burst into tears, threw the knife aside like a madman, rushed over crying and hugged Zhang Wen: "Xiao Wen, why did you come back just now! You, you, you have been gone for so many years."

Zhang Wen was held in the arms, feeling somewhat at a loss, and had no intention of enjoying the feeling of the softness and warmth of the jade in his arms. The woman immediately burst into tears and could not speak, her beautiful face was covered with tears.

"Xiao Wen, wait a moment. I'll go call mom back!"

The woman suddenly raised her head and smiled happily, then ran out wiping her tears.

Zhang Wen was a little confused. His mind just couldn't adapt to such a sudden change! I have the impression that I have an older sister, but I have no memory of her and my mother. I only remember playing on the dirt road in the village when I was a kid, and my mind became tense and I couldn’t help but feel a little scared of meeting my biological mother soon.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Just when Zhang Wen was deep in thought, a clear and pleasant voice rang in his ears. The childish voice sounded so soft that it made people feel particularly soft.

Zhang Wen looked back and was immediately attracted by the cute girl. What a pretty little loli! Her short hair is smooth and delicate, and her little face is flawless and white. A pair of big watery eyes reveal a kind of spirituality, a small nose is extremely cute, and a small mouth is biting a plant whose name cannot be told. You can see the small teeth inside, and two cute dimples on her bulging cheeks make her even more charming. He was looking at him with eyes wide open and some hostility. She is only about 1.2 meters tall and looks petite and adorable. After taking a quick look, Zhang Wen couldn't help but give her a high score. Although he looks only about 1.3 meters tall, his figure is quite flat. But this is the charm of Loli. Her small feet are moving mischievously, making people want to touch them. To say that she is simple is a compliment. Even the shabby clothes cannot hide her charming figure. She is truly the favorite of this strange uncle.

"Hey, I'm asking you!"

The little girl saw Zhang Wen looking at her with a frown, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he stood forward angrily!

"Oh, I'm here to see Chen Guixiang, who are you?"

Zhang Wen asked back, the wolf nature in his heart slowly awakening and driving away the day's fatigue and tension in his heart. I even thought about giving her a good bath and dressing her in a beautiful princess outfit. What a pleasing thing that would be! Such a loli should be loved well! This tattered dress is simply a tarnish to her beauty.

"What do you want to see my mother for?"

The little girl took a step back and asked cautiously.

It was a bolt from the blue that such a cute loli turned out to be my sister. Zhang Wen was stunned for a moment. How could God play such a joke on him? I had just started to plan a great development plan in my mind, but you hit me so ruthlessly. I am so sad. Grandma's legs.

"May I have your name?"

Zhang Wenqiang calmed himself down and faced his sister's still wary gaze. He looked at her with an unusually gentle gaze, so gentle that even he himself seemed a little unbelieving.

"Why should I tell you? You haven't told me who you are yet!"

The little Loli pouted and said, her crooked little mouth is so cute.

"I'll tell you later, but I don't know how to call you by your name. I can't just call you little girl."

Zhang Wen continued to seduce.

The little girl thought for a while, then shook her head firmly and said, "I'd rather not tell you. If you're a thief, wouldn't I be a fool?"

Zhang Wen was immediately confused. What kind of logic was this? "Think about it, if I were a thief, would I dare to stand here in broad daylight? And if I were a thief, who would have stood in the yard? He would have gone into the house to rummage through things."

The little girl said in a mocking tone: "You are lying to me here. There can be ghosts in the daytime. Why can't there be thieves?"

Damn, who taught this kid? It cannot be penetrated by water or fire, and it cannot be invaded by oil or salt. Zhang Wen cursed inwardly. At this moment, the woman who had just left came in with lingering tears on her face. Looking at Zhang Wen, he said somewhat embarrassedly, "Xiao Wen, let's go into the house first! I don't know where mom went, and I can't find her."

"Sister, do you know him?"

The little girl skipped to the woman's side and started acting coquettishly.

Zhang Wen scratched his head awkwardly and wanted to call her sister. But when the words reached his throat, they seemed to be stuck and he couldn't utter them. The woman seemed to see through his thoughts. Without saying anything more, he walked over with a smile, took Zhang Wen's hand and walked into the house: "Don't be so reserved here, let's go inside and talk!"

"Sister, who is he?"

The little girl followed behind and asked curiously, seeing her sister being so intimate with the man in front of her. Could he be my sister's boyfriend?

The woman said nothing. After entering the inner room, she asked Zhang Wen to sit on the small kang. After she poured water for him attentively, she saw that her sister was still curious, so she explained with a smile: "Little sister, this is your brother."

Zhang Wen's love for the little Lolita was so warm, whether out of love or family affection, that seeing the little Lolita's surprised look, whose little mouth was big enough to hold an egg, he took her soft little hand lovingly. While stroking her soft hair, he asked affectionately: "Now can you tell me your name, brother?"

"Where did my brother come from?"

The little girl seemed to be unable to accept this reality and asked with a confused expression.

The woman didn't care and sat on the edge of the kang with tears in her eyes. Looking at Zhang Wen, she said, "You were just born when your brother passed away. Didn't mom always talk about it? You should know that!"

"Humph, who knows? I don't even know him."

The little Loli seemed to be somewhat hostile towards Zhang Wen. She snorted coldly and ran out.

"Little sister!"

The woman shouted from behind, but the little girl didn't even turn around.

Zhang Wen was a little embarrassed now, as he had originally thought that this would be a brother and sister reunion. It was a touching scene of being together and crying bitterly, but I didn't expect that the sister would just turn around and leave. Suddenly I felt like I couldn't sit or stand. The woman seemed to have sensed Zhang Wen's thoughts, and quickly sat closer and said, "Don't be angry. Although my little sister is a little naughty, she is also a good child. Maybe it was a little too sudden today for her to accept it."

"Yeah, I know!"

Zhang Wen nodded somewhat dejectedly and said.

The woman then breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on her face again. He said earnestly, "Xiao Wen, you were only five years old when you left. Do you still remember your sister?"

Zhang Wen originally wanted to make up a lie, but seeing the expectant expression on his sister's face. After thinking for a while, he said honestly, "I don't really remember. I was too young when I left."

The woman didn't seem to care. She smiled sweetly and said, "Then you have to remember it well. I am two years older than you. I am nineteen this year. My name is Zhang Shaolin. My younger sister is twelve this year and her name is Zhang Shaodan. Don't make a fool of yourself again. If mom comes back and sees that you can't even remember my name, it will be a disaster."

"Haha, I see. What a nice name!"

Zhang Wen smiled awkwardly.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent again. Zhang Shaolin looked at Zhang Wen's dusty face and couldn't help asking, "Why did you come back alone? Where's Dad?"

Zhang Wen's face was in pain, but he immediately pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Dead!"

"Oh, how did he die?"

Zhang Wen was surprised by his sister's calmness. Perhaps in her life, the role of father was just a vague word, and it would be a lie to say that there was any emotion between them.

"Car accident, all the aftermath has been dealt with."

Zhang Wen said in a somewhat depressed tone. Although he disagreed with his father's abandonment of this poor family, he was deeply moved by Zhang Houming's love for this only child in the family. The relationship between father and son is still pretty good!

"That's good!"

Zhang Shaolin was silent for a moment after he finished speaking: "By the way, Xiaowen, I'm glad you're back. Our family can be reunited again!"

Reunion? A family? Why did Zhang Wen feel that all this was so unfamiliar, even though his sister was very kind and considerate. But if he, who is used to city life, stays in a place without even a TV, he will definitely go crazy. But looking at the eager anticipation in his sister's eyes, Zhang Wen did not dare to say this out loud, and just said vaguely: "Wait until I finish dealing with everything over there, and then we'll talk!"

"Okay, you're tired after a day, why don't you take a nap first? I'll make the blanket for you."

After Zhang Shaolin finished speaking, he eagerly took out a straw mat from the broken wooden box which could be called a cabinet and spread it out near the inside. He then took out a red quilt which had become dull in color. It’s not bright at all, but you can tell it’s the best bedding in the house.

Zhang Shaolin asked as he laid the shop: "By the way, how did you get here?"

"Take the car and walk on the mountain road!"

Zhang Wen said as a matter of course that he was tired after a day of work and now he suddenly relaxed and felt a little sore in his back and waist. I'm really a little sleepy, and looking at this little quilt makes me feel particularly warm. But it’s a bit uncomfortable to sleep in clothes in such a hot day, so take them off! I don’t quite dare.

Zhang Shaolin seemed to be always so smart. He saw through his brother's thoughts immediately and said with a smile, "It's hot, and our house is well ventilated. Why don't you take off your outer clothes? I'll get you some water to wash your feet."

"No, that's it! I can wash it myself."

Zhang Wen smiled awkwardly, took out a pair of slippers from his bag and walked outside.

Zhang Shaolin was a little worried that his spoiled city brother would not be able to adapt to life in the mountain village, so he hurried to catch up. After reaching the well, he diligently drew a basin of water and placed it on the ground, and began to wash his brother: "By the way, Xiaowen, if I remember correctly, you are seventeen this year, are you still in school?"

Zhang Wen wanted to wash it himself, but he couldn't resist his sister's enthusiasm. I could only somewhat embarrassedly enjoy the cool well water and the comfortable feeling brought by my sister's gentle hands, and answered without thinking: "I learned it, I just graduated from high school!"

Zhang Shaolin's eyes immediately lit up, and his face was filled with joy: "You are amazing, there has never been a junior high school student left over in our village!"

Although Zhang Wen was somewhat prepared for the poverty in his hometown, he did not expect it to be so backward. After thinking for a while, he asked cautiously, "So, does your little sister go to school?"

"She didn't have a good time. When she was supposed to go to school, the village teacher had already left. I was only in the fourth grade and could barely recognize a few words."

Zhang Shaolin said with a natural expression that in this still somewhat feudal mountain village, the idea that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent still has some influence.

After washing his feet and returning to the house, Zhang Wen couldn't help but take out a pack of cigarettes from his large backpack, opened it and lit it, while smoking, he sorted out the messy thoughts in his mind.

Ever since I was old enough to understand, my father Zhang Houming took me to set up a stall on the streets of the city to sell fruits. Although it was tiring, I made a lot of money in a month. When he was eleven years old, Zhang Houming used his saved money to buy a small bungalow on the outskirts of the city. Although it was old, it made Zhang Zi and his father, who had been wandering around, so happy that they couldn't sleep. A year later, the place was relocated. Zhang Houming received the largest sum of money in his life: 500,000 yuan. Zhang Wen clearly remembers how excited his father was when he held the passbook in his hands.

He had an inferiority complex since childhood and seemed to have few friends. After the college entrance examination, it should have been time for the father and son to reunite, but misfortune struck and his father was hit by a speeding car while buying groceries. When Zhang Wen saw his father again, all he saw was his bloody corpse. After suppressing his grief and completing all the funeral arrangements, Zhang Wencai finally found out where he was born and who his mother was from his father's belongings.

I also learned that my father abandoned his wife and hungry daughter and ran away with me because he was afraid of this poor mountain village. Ultimately, it is the traditional thinking that is to blame, even though maternal love has always been lacking. But Zhang Wen never resented his father, because he had always given him all his love alone. Perhaps if he were in his position, he would make the same choice.

As he thought about it, Zhang Wen felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. Unable to resist the sleepiness, I slowly closed my eyes in the humid sea breeze.

He felt someone coming towards him, but Zhang Wen still didn't want to wake up! This hot and humid sea breeze can easily make people feel listless. Zhang Wen just turned over and continued to sleep, but he seemed to hear someone sobbing faintly.

"Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen! Get up."

After a while, Zhang Wen felt a gentle hand shaking his shoulder, and only woke up when he heard his sister's voice. I opened my eyes with some difficulty, and saw that everything was dark and there was no sunlight outside. Did I sleep the whole afternoon?

"sister."

I don’t know if it was because he was in a relaxed mood, but Zhang Wen called her naturally!

Zhang Shaolin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then his whole body was shaking, and he looked obviously very excited. Her beautiful face was full of smiles, but suddenly her eyes flickered and she couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. She held Zhang Wen's hand and said, "Good brother, it's good that you're back! It's good that you're back."

"Sister, don't cry, did I say something wrong?"

Zhang Wen was in a panic and instinctively wanted to hug her but stopped immediately. Although the pitiful beauty in front of him made people feel very distressed, she was his own sister. Even though it was caring and loving family, Zhang Wen couldn't help but have evil thoughts.

"No, I'm happy!"

After wiping the tears from her eyes, Zhang Shaolin smiled sweetly at Zhang Wen: "Come over and have dinner. Mom has prepared dinner and is waiting for you."

"Okay, you go out first! I'll change my clothes."

Zhang Wen nodded, still feeling somewhat nervous. After all, I don't have much impression of my biological mother in my mind. When I touched myself, I was covered in sweat, which was sticky and very uncomfortable.

"Well, hurry up!"

Zhang Shaolin responded happily and walked out.

Zhang Wen then opened his big backpack and looked through it, where he found the gift he bought for his mother. She gently took out a small crimson box, and when she opened it, a white pearl necklace inside was particularly eye-catching. Zhang Wen looked at it for a while, thought about it, and put it back into his bag. After rummaging around for a pair of shorts to change into, he took out some of the remaining snacks in his bag that he had eaten on the road, and walked towards the yard with a nervous mood.

As I walked out of the room, I couldn't help but frown. The wind blowing towards me carried a pungent smell of seafood, both stinky and a little sour! When I saw the dried fish hanging on the bamboo racks in front of me, I felt a little nauseous when I smelled the smell. When I walked to the back, I saw my elder sister and younger sister were placing dishes and chopsticks on an old small floor table. They seemed to be discussing something, but there was no sign of my mother. I couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Where's mom? Where did she go?"

"Hmph, you're yelling so affectionately!"

Xiao Dan turned around and saw that Zhang Wen did not give him a good look. After snorting in a sarcastic tone, he ran to a small earthen house in the south of the yard that was still smoking.

"This kid!"

Zhang Shaolin sighed helplessly, then smiled and said to Zhang Wen, "Xiao Wen, please sit down first. Mom will cook some food. We will eat right away."

After saying that, he also walked towards that direction.

Zhang Wen thought about it and decided that no matter how nervous he was, he had to meet him. He simply put the snacks in his hand on the ground, found a bamboo stool that looked relatively clean, but seemed to be falling apart as soon as he sat on it, and sat down. After lighting a cigarette, his eyes remained on the small mud house.

After a while, my sister came out holding a small iron basin that looked quite old. It seemed that she had some kind of unknown prejudice against Zhang Wen. She placed the iron basin heavily on the table, muttering, "Really? It's just one person coming back. Why do we have to kill a chicken?"

After saying that, he sat down with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Zhang Wen guessed that his sister might hate their father for taking her away, and was also afraid that if he came back, she would be left without anyone to love her. That's why she is so hostile to me. After feeling melancholy for a while, I think I should get along well with her. After all, she is my biological sister. Blood is thicker than water and there is no way to change that.

"Xiao Dan, come here!"

There was indescribable tenderness and doting in Zhang Wen's tone, and he waved at her as if he was coaxing a child.

"What? It must be something bad!"

The little girl looked at him unkindly, but still sat on Zhang Wen's left out of curiosity.

Zhang Wen quickly took out the whole bag of pudding and a box of chocolates and quietly stuffed them into her hands: "Take this and eat it!"

Zhang Shaodan looked at the snacks in his hand, and a light immediately flashed in his eyes. She swallowed her saliva greedily, and looking at Zhang Wen's doting eyes, she knew that she had gone a little too far today. But he still said stubbornly: "Why are you so nice to me? I told you first! I won't be nice to you even if I eat it."

"Okay, okay, just enjoy your meal."

Zhang Wen said with a smile, children are generally like this. He had also been through that age of twelve or thirteen, and knew that although his sister spoke very stubbornly, her tone was no longer as stiff as before.

Zhang Shaodan couldn't wait to open the box. The exquisite packaging made her smile with joy. She carefully took out a piece of exquisite chocolate from it, but just when she was about to put it in her mouth, she hesitated and put it back. Zhang Wen asked in confusion, "Xiao Dan, why don't you eat?"

"I'm waiting for my mom and sister to eat it together, but they haven't eaten it either!"

Zhang Shaodan shook his head and said with determination. After saying that, he cruelly put the chocolate and pudding under the table, so that he would feel better if they couldn't be seen.

As soon as Zhang Wen heard this, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. These snacks, which may be considered ordinary and even inconspicuous in the city, are so precious in my sister's eyes. From this we can see how they have survived over the past decade! Looking at the bowl of fragrant chicken on the table, Zhang Wen asked with some guilt: "Xiao Dan, what did you eat for lunch?"

"Dried salted fish!"

Zhang Shaodan answered instinctively.

"What else?"

Zhang Wen asked.

The little girl looked at Zhang Wen as if he were an alien, and said in a mocking tone: "What else? It's corn porridge. Why do you ask such a strange question?"

"Oh, is this chicken raised at home?"

Zhang Wen felt a little pain in his heart when he looked at his sister's innocent look.

"Where did the chicken come from? Mom bought it."

As Xiao Dan spoke, he tiptoed to pick up a piece of chicken and secretly put it into his mouth, then ate it with relish. Seeing Zhang Wen was stunned, she immediately said in a coquettish tone: "Don't accuse me of cheating later. I haven't eaten chicken for more than a year!"

Zhang Wen sat there without moving, his face expressionless. But I felt so upset in my heart that I couldn't help but shed two lines of tears with a sore nose. It is really hard to imagine how they managed to survive the years, living in such a simple house and such a poor life. Is this what you want to see?

Looking at my sister more carefully, she is pretty and cute. But the skin had a sickly white color that was caused by lack of nutrition, and the body was small and thin. Her little hands are so thin that they seem like they will break if bent. When I think about how I felt when my classmates called me a wild child without a mother, I can’t help but imagine the grievances she suffered in her childhood because she didn’t have a father. Since I entered the door, scenes have flashed through my mind, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

Zhang Shaodan is a kind-hearted child after all. His unkindness to Zhang Wen is just a way of venting his dissatisfaction at being laughed at by his classmates. Seeing his brother, a tall boy crying silently in front of him, he felt softened. She gently moved closer to the root, stretched out her soft little hand and gently wiped away Zhang Wen's tears, saying in a guilty tone: "Don't cry, I didn't mean to make you angry."

"Silly girl, how could I be angry with you!"

Zhang Wen felt a little relieved. After all, his sister was just throwing a tantrum and didn't mean any ill will to him. He gently reached out and touched her hair, speaking softly.

"Then you won't cry, okay?"

Zhang Shaodan said in a coquettish tone.

"Okay, Xiaodan! Come sit here, brother."

Zhang Wen patted his legs and said.

Xiao Dan sat on Zhang Wen's lap without any hesitation. She said delicately, "Well, as long as you don't cry, that's all. By the way, can you tell me what it's like outside?"

Zhang Wen knew that she was very curious right now, and there was not a single dirty thought in his mind. Just a warm feeling. After naturally reaching out his hands to hug his sister's soft waist, he said with a longing tone: "The world outside is not as good as here! There are tall buildings, but no neighbors. There are houses, but no home."

The little girl didn't understand what was said at this time, so she just lowered her head and thought for a while. The one who didn't believe it said, "No, I heard people say that the world outside is great. There are lots of delicious food and fun things to do! The schools are all very tall and beautiful."

"Haha, yes! But those are just the glamorous appearance."

Zhang Wen affectionately scratched his sister's nose, which caused her to roll her eyes. Then he laughed and said, "I still think it's good here. I have you, my sister, and my mother. This is my home!"

"What's so good about it? All day long I either watch those bugs or go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables. There's nothing fun to do all day long! And there's no delicious food."

Xiao Dan said in a coquettish tone, her pouting face looked particularly delicate and lovely. If she wasn't his sister, Zhang Wen really wanted to kiss her thin little lips.

Zhang Wen thought for a while and asked, "Xiao Dan, do you want to learn to read and write?"

“Yes!”

The little girl nodded excitedly, but then said with a disappointed look: "But there is no teacher in the village school. Where can I study?"

Zhang Wen pointed at himself proudly and said, "I'm your handsome brother! I just graduated from high school, so it shouldn't be a problem for me to teach you!"

"Brother, you are already in high school."

At this time, Xiao Dan had forgotten the grudge in her heart and shouted out with a natural expression.

"Yes, my dear sister!"

Zhang Wen happily hugged her tighter. His sister's small body felt so frail and so in need of his care and protection.

"Who, who said I'm your sister!"

Xiao Dan said with an embarrassed look on his face.