Eldest daughter

Chapter 27 Empathy
Zhao Dali's house is located in the north of the town by the mountain. Most of the wall made of fire clay bricks has collapsed, and there is no gate in the yard. The two low-earth houses, even the roofs are half off, and they look a little crumbling. Looking at the surrounding area, because it is relatively deserted, and there are not many families living here, it seems that this place is even more lonely.

This is not a home, it is clearly a deserted courtyard.

Wang Yuan'er walked a few steps closer, it was quiet, there was no mourning, no crying, and it was not as lively as other people's house doing funeral affairs.That's right, Zhao's family is the only foreigner, and they don't have any relatives. It's just that they don't even cry, which is too desolate.

She walked to the gate of the yard, stopped, and her eyes fell on the person who had just come out of it.

Those who do trivial things, especially when their father is dead, should wear filial piety. However, what is Zhao Dali wearing?

In the winter, his clothes were thin, his father died, and he didn't wear linen and mourning in a proper way. He only tied a strip of white cloth around his waist and arms and forehead. His face was haggard and his expression was indifferent.

Zhao Dali was also a little surprised to see Wang Yuaner, but the surprised look on his face also flashed, so he wanted to walk around her.

"I, I've heard it all."

Zhao Dali stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at her, and pursed his mouth tightly.

How could a twelve or thirteen-year-old child have such a cold and hard face, just like the ice and snow in this winter, making people tremble and tremble uncontrollably.

Wang Yuan'er swallowed her saliva, and said: "I also lost my father not long ago, you, my condolences."

Zhao Dali sneered: "Are you here to pity me?" Without waiting for her to reply, he said: "Unfortunately, I don't feel pity. A person like him will die sooner or later. It's just that he died sooner or later. It's better to die now." , it's over."

He spoke lightly, and there was even some disgust and hatred in his voice, but Wang Yuan'er could still hear loneliness and sadness from it.

With both parents dead, he is considered an orphan!
Looking over, his mouth was pursed stubbornly, but the corners of his eyes were sparkling. Wang Yuan'er couldn't help thinking of himself in the previous life, and then thinking of this life, his heart tightened in vain, and he felt a bit empathetic.

Gollum, gollum.

The two were so close that Wang Yuan'er could clearly hear the belly groan coming from him, she squatted down quickly, and opened the earthen pot in her crate.

She took a clean cloth towel, wrapped up the seven or eight tea eggs left in the crock and handed it over: "Here."

Zhao Dali looked at the steaming black eggs, smelled the fragrance, swallowed his saliva, but didn't pick it up, and said, "I don't have any money."

The tea eggs Wang Yuaner sells are famous in Changle Town. He naturally knows, and he knows that the eggs sell for five cents. on credit.

"I don't want your money." Wang Yuan'er stuffed it directly into his arms, and said, "Eat it, there are still many things to do, what do you do if you don't have the strength?"

She thought about it, and the eggs sold today cost tens of pennies. She gritted her teeth, untied the money bag from her waist, and stuffed it into his hand: "I can only give you so much."

Zhao Dali was a little dazed, only feeling that his hands were hot, and asked, "Why?"

Wang Yuan'er picked up the burden, why, she looked at the distant mountains, and said, "Like you, I also lost my father." If the wheel of fate still turns as usual in the previous life, maybe in the future, she will have no mother and experience loss again. dear pain.

(End of this chapter)