I'm only three years old, how could it be a world-ending catastrophe?

Half an hour later.

The school bus arrived at the third location, Chunjiang Garden.

Outside the residential area.

Zhang Hui and Su Jingyi had been waiting for a long time after receiving the news.

"Mother!"

As soon as Xu Niannian got out of the car, she rushed into Su Jingyi's arms.

Jiang Luo, with his hands in his pockets, slowly got out of the car under Zhang Yan's guidance, looking just like a retired old cadre.

Zhang Hui got angry as soon as she saw his behavior.

"You brat, can't you learn from Niannian? Show some of the energy a child should have? Stop being so lifeless all the time."

Jiang Luo glanced at her.

"childish!"

Zhang Hui was so angry she almost laughed.

You're just a three-year-old kid who can't even speak properly, what are you trying to prove?

However, considering that Teacher Li was there, Zhang Hui did not react on the spot.

She suppressed her anger and said to Zhang Yan with a smile, "Teacher Li, thank you so much for this time. You even personally brought the children back one by one."

Zhang Yan smiled slightly, "No, no, this is what we should do. Actually, we should be the ones apologizing to you. There was a little problem today, so we had to let you leave school early."

Su Jingyi, who was standing nearby, also smiled and said, "It's inevitable that some things will happen in daily life. We're still grateful that the teacher is taking good care of the children."

After exchanging a few polite words, Zhang Yan got back into the car, saying she needed to take the other children home.

The smile on Zhang Hui's face finally faded as she watched the school bus drive away.

She turned to look at Su Jingyi: "Jingyi, why don't you take Niannian home first? I have something to talk to my brat about alone."

Su Jingyi glanced at Zhang Hui, then at Jiang Luo who looked completely indifferent, and nodded.

She was already used to Zhang Hui's way of educating her children.

Although Xu Niannian was a little reluctant, she was still very obedient and held her mother's hand as they walked into the community, waving back at Jiang Luo as they walked.

"Goodbye, Lolo! I'll come find you again to play later!"

Jiang Luo was a little impatient, but still waved her hand in response to prevent the little rascal from crying pitifully again.

After Su Jingyi and Xu Niannian entered the residential area, Zhang Hui turned around.

Before she could speak, Jiang Luo preemptively struck.

"Speak, old Deng, what is it?"

Snapped!

Zhang Hui slapped Jiang Luo on the back of the head.

"If you don't behave yourself, I'll break your legs right now!"

Jiang Luo rubbed the back of his head; he was still a little intimidated by his mother's physical attack.

After all, he's so small and weak, he's really not very durable.

"Mom, what's wrong? Just tell me, I'm listening." Jiang Luo adopted a docile tone.

Zhang Hui's expression softened somewhat.

She looked at Jiang Luo, her expression turning serious.

"Your sister is home."

"She's taken a long leave this time and will be staying at home..."

Jiang Luo was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Is she sick?"

This so-called older sister is actually more appropriately called a junior aunt.

Her name is Lu Yao.

She is the younger sister of one of my father Jiang Hongming's good friends.

Over the past three years, from infancy to toddlerhood, Jiang Luo pieced together some information from conversations with her family.

Lu Yao's older brother passed away in an accident four years ago, the year before Jiang Luo was born.

Her parents died early, and her only relative is her brother.

After her brother left, she became an orphan.

Jiang Hongming took her into his home and raised her as a second daughter.

Lu Yao is currently a sophomore at a university in a neighboring city.

She called Jiang Luo's parents "brother" and "sister-in-law," but for some reason, she forced Jiang Luo to call her "sister."

These different names for each person are truly a bit outrageous.

But since he was an only child in his past life, and now he has an older sister, it seems alright.

Zhang Hui looked at him, nodded, and her expression was somewhat heavy.

"More or less."

"In short, Lolo, listen carefully. During this period, you absolutely, positively cannot let your sister be unhappy, understand?"

Hearing her mother's heavy tone, Jiang Luo's heart sank as well.

"Is it a terminal illness?"

He blurted it out.

To be honest, although this older sister can be quite annoying at times, she always likes to pinch his cheeks and treats him like a toy.

But over the past three years, Lu Yao has treated him fairly well.

I would buy him delicious food and tell him stories, even though the stories I told him were quite childish.

Hearing this news suddenly, Jiang Luo felt a little uneasy.

Zhang Hui sighed: "Don't worry about it too much. Just do as I say."

"She's in a bad mood right now. When you get home, be quick-witted and try to cheer her up, understand?"

Jiang Luo nodded.

He would do it even without his mother telling him.

Zhang Hui then took Jiang Luo's hand and led him home.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard clanging and clattering sounds coming from the kitchen.

Jiang Hongming, the father, was busy preparing food in the kitchen, wearing an apron. The cutting board was covered with all kinds of ingredients, including chicken, duck, fish and meat.

Judging from this setup, they're preparing a big feast to welcome Lu Yao back, or rather, they want to cheer her up.

Zhang Hui took off her coat and went into the kitchen.

"Where's Yao Yao?"

Jiang Hongming, holding a kitchen knife, turned around and pointed inside: "She's in her room. She's been staying in her room since she came back and hasn't come out."

Zhang Hui lowered her voice: "How is she feeling?"

Jiang Hongming shook his head and sighed, "She's not getting any better. I went to call her just now, and she answered through the door. She sounded listless and still so sad."

Zhang Hui frowned.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Luo standing in the living room.

Jiang Luo understood what his mother meant without her even saying a word.

He sighed, and with his short legs, he walked towards Lu Yao's room.

In situations like this, it's definitely better to let this "innocent" three-year-old comfort the child than for two adults to do so.

At least, it won't touch Lu Yao's sensitive self-esteem.

He arrived at Lu Yao's room.

There were no cartoon stickers on the door; it was just a bare white wooden door.

He raised his little hand and knocked twice on the door.

dong dong!

Then, without waiting for a response from inside, he pushed the door open.

Lu Yao's room was the smallest in the house, which was originally a storage room for miscellaneous items.

It wasn't that Jiang Luo's parents were biased and deliberately gave her a smaller room.

It was Lu Yao's own request.

In Lu Yao's heart, she always felt that she was living under someone else's roof.

She was already content with having a place to sleep.

Therefore, she didn't even dare to lock the door from the inside.

In her heart, she always felt that this was not her home.

She has no right to lock any of the doors that belong to this home.

Normally.

When her family members wanted to find her, they would knock on the door and wait for Lu Yao to come and open it herself.

This is a sign of respect that the Jiang family left for Lu Yao.

But right now, Jiang Luo couldn't care less about that.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was small and poorly lit, with only a small window.

The room could only fit a small bed that was 1.2 meters long, a simple wardrobe, and a small desk.

At this moment, Lu Yao was wearing pajamas, sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest.

She buried her head in her knees, her shoulders trembling as if she were crying silently.

Lu Yao stiffened upon hearing the door open.

She suddenly raised her head, her face still streaked with tears, her eyes red.

She was taken aback when she saw it was Jiang Luo.

She quickly wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, trying to force a smile, but it looked worse than a grimace.

"Lolo, you...you're back?"

"The teacher said there was a problem at the kindergarten, so we dismissed students early."

Jiang Luo walked to the bedside with her short legs and looked up at her.

"Sis, I heard from Mom that you're sick?"

He paused, then continued in an extremely calm tone.

"Actually, you don't need to be sad. Being sick isn't a big deal. It's just a matter of dying, isn't it?"

"What joy is there in living, what sorrow in dying? Rather than wasting time weeping and wailing, it's better to do what you want to do and leave no regrets."

Perhaps because he had died once, Jiang Luo was quite indifferent to death.

But these words made Lu Yao laugh.

This little devil is precocious.

Who comforts someone like that?