Withered Broken Ice Blue

Afterwards, Chi Feiwan and Song Jinan went to the vegetable market together to buy vegetables. This was the first time they walked side by side, and they felt a little uncomfortable and awkward.

Song Jinan took the initiative to find a topic: "You came to Beijing to study alone, didn't you live with your family?"

He knew that Chi Feiwan was not from Beijing, and he had also heard from his classmates the story that Chi Feiwan came to Beijing at the age of seven.

Chi Feiwan shook his head and said, "With my third brother."

"Your parents..." Song Jinan hesitated to speak.

Chi Feiwan smiled, knowing what he was going to ask. "I was sent to the capital to study when I was seven years old. If my family was worried, they wouldn't leave me alone in the capital. Besides, my family has always sent people to protect me in secret. Although it didn't work, I really didn't encounter any danger in the past ten years."

Her eyes were like a deep lake, with a faint sadness rippling on the surface. It was an unspeakable emotion, gently covering her eyes like a veil.

Song Jinan had a hunch that the eldest daughter of the Chi family, who seemed so glamorous on the surface, was not actually like that.

People outside say that Chi Feiwan is the apple of the Chi family's eye, but is that really the case? Who would leave the apple of their eye alone in the capital when they were seven years old?

Parents who truly cherish their children will be reluctant to let them leave their side.

The topic seemed to have been led to an awkward position, so he quickly changed the subject, "You look so gentle, so your parents must be very gentle too."

Chi Feiwan subconsciously believes that loving parents and a happy family can determine a child's character, and the characters of children in such families are often good.

Although wealthy families have no shortage of money and their children have a head start from birth, most of these families are in ruins. On the surface, they appear to be loving couples, but in reality, cracks have long appeared in their relationship, otherwise there wouldn't be dramas like mistresses forcing the emperor to take over.

"That was the case before. Now, only my mother and I are left to depend on each other. My father died in the line of duty when I was ten years old. My mother has been in poor health in recent years and has been relying on drugs to survive. The drugs to save her life are very expensive, one box costs five figures. Even though my family runs a bookstore and has government subsidies, the five-digit price tag is enough to make my family breathless." Song Jinan said the heaviest words in the most gentle tone. The five-digit number he mentioned lightly was the culprit that caused a family to fall apart.

Chi Feiwan looked over, his eyes slowly depicting Song Jinan's gentle profile. His smile had a kind of magic, like a breeze that gently brushed across the lake of his soul, stirring up ripples.

A five-digit sum is just a drop in the bucket for Chi Feiwan's family. Not to mention medicine, as long as there is enough money, his parents' illness can be cured quickly through financial treatment.

But Song Jinan is an ordinary person, a little better off than ordinary people, but also a little more miserable.

Before his father died in the line of duty and before his mother fell ill, Song Jinan's family was wealthy, but as the saying goes, a hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part and misfortune always strikes good people.

Song Jinan's father was a people's policeman who died in the line of duty. He was a hero, but God did not treat the hero well.

Heroes may enjoy the best treatment in heaven, but their families are tortured by God.

The way of heaven is inherently unfair. Some people have been fighting against it since they were born, while others are treated kindly by it.

The decline of his family did not darken Song Jinan's character. On the contrary, he still treated the world with gentleness. He said: "Life is so hard, but I don't want to accept my fate."

Therefore, facing life optimistically and positively is his resistance to God.

Chi Feiwan lowered her eyes. She had never thought it would be like this. Just as she was about to say "apology", she was stopped abruptly by Song Jinan's words "It's okay".

Song Jinan smiled slightly and began to share some lighthearted and interesting stories with Chi Feiwan. His tone was calm and gentle, making people feel extremely comfortable. Every word was like a warm spring breeze, blowing away the heaviness that had condensed in the air.

A smile gradually appeared on Chi Feiwan's face, and the depressing atmosphere gradually dissipated as he spoke.

I have to say that Song Jinan is really an extremely warm little sun, illuminating herself while also illuminating others.

Chi Feiwan and Song Jinan stopped at a small stall. The aunt who owned the stall was someone they had never seen before. She must have just arrived here not long ago.

"Four dollars and fifty cents a pound, you get it by talking nonsense!" When passing by, Chi Feiwan was a little stunned by the aunt's accent.

It was just Haicheng dialect, which Song Jinan couldn't understand, but Chi Feiwan was very familiar with it.

There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity when meeting fellow countrymen in a foreign place.

"Auntie, have you just arrived in Beijing?"

My aunt is a hot-tempered person. "Yes, it's a good match. My husband is coming to Beijing, so our family will come to Beijing."

"Auntie, I'm from Haicheng too." It was obvious to the naked eye that the smile on Chi Feiwan's face was genuine.

"Really? Nannan can't tell."

"Auntie, I've been in Beijing for a long time, and I can't even speak some Haicheng dialect myself." This is why Song Jinan doesn't need to judge whether Chi Feiwan is from Beijing by his accent.

Chi Feiwan has been here for more than ten years, and his living habits and accent have been subtly changed.

*

Chi Feiwan was in a surprisingly good mood today. After saying goodbye to Song Jinan, when he returned home, night had already fallen.

Chi Yizi was a little surprised when he saw Chi Feiwan's happy expression. "What's wrong with you today? Why are you so happy?"

She raised her eyes to glance at Chi Yizi and pursed her lips, "I joined the club today, and my campus life has become richer. Of course I am happy."

Chi Yizi narrowed his eyes. He knew his sister best and she couldn't hide anything on her face.

But she did go out to buy groceries. As for the club, he felt that Chi Feiwan had no reason to lie to him.

Chi Yizhi helped her organize the ingredients on the table and asked her, "What club did you join?"

Chi Feiwan carried the cabbage into the refrigerator and said, "Broadcasting Society."

"anything else?"

"On a."

When Chi Feiwan returned to the "I"-shaped counter, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, and on it was a reply from the teacher on QQ: [Chi Feiwan, to join the campus broadcasting club, we need to test your Mandarin. Please come to the Youth League Office for an interview after school tomorrow afternoon.]

This piece of news was not exposed at all, and Chi Yizi also saw it.

Listening to the sound of running water from the faucet, Chi Yizi asked again: "Do you like broadcasting?"

Chi Feiwan turned his back to him and washed the vegetable leaves. "It's okay. There are no other clubs in school that I particularly like. Joining the Broadcasting Club is also a good choice."

She likes painting, but there is no painting club in school, and her painting skills are only amateur level, which is not enough to participate in competitions.

Speaking of painting, it is actually quite amazing. Chi Feiwan didn’t know what he liked before. It was not until he was bored in class that he would scribble on the blank spaces in his books. Only after a long time did he develop this interest.

"Brother, have you eaten yet?"

Chi Yizi caught a glimpse of the takeaway on top of the trash can and smiled, "No, please make one more for me, sister."