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Chapter 69: Injured

Mu Xueer was a little surprised when she heard Xiao Ming's words.

She knew that children from poor families would grow up early and become sensible early. It was normal for these two little ones to be sensible since they had been following their father since they were young.

But isn’t this a bit too sensible?

How old are they?

Just five years old?

Is that all you understand?

When she and Grandpa Mu were five years old, they understood the importance of being filial to their parents and respectful to their brothers and sisters, but they had received strict family training at a very young age, and that was limited to etiquette.

If I really want to give the delicious food to my brothers and sisters, I will hesitate, let alone leave it for my parents and elders.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this is because they don't need it.

But Mu Xueer asked herself, it would be difficult for her to think of this at their age.

And even if you think of it, you may not be able to do it.

After all, when you are faced with food that you like and no one is watching, the correct way to open it is definitely to take a bite first!

Driven by curiosity, Mu Xueer couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Ming, who taught you all this? Was it Dad?"

Hearing Mu Xueer's question, Mu Qingcheng, who was drinking soup at the side, also pricked up her ears and listened.

She has always been curious about her daughters. They are so sensible and always think about that dead salted fish. Are they sensible or is it the dead salted fish that taught them all this?

Although both of them can reflect the warmth of their little cotton-padded jackets, it also seems that the dead salted fish has taught well.

But one is taught by someone, while the other relies entirely on self-awareness, so the two enlightenments are ultimately different.

When faced with this question, Xiao Ming was confused: "Ah? Dad didn't teach me this! Dad never taught me this. Xiao Qi and I always saw Dad giving us delicious food while working so hard, so we followed his example and left the delicious food for him!"

Mu Xueer was completely shocked. She choked up a little and asked in disbelief, "Did your father never tell you how hard his job is and how hard it is to make money? That's why he wants you to be more sensible?"

These are words that almost all parents in Daxia will say. Regardless of whether they are rich or poor, it seems that parents like to use their own hard work and difficulties to educate their children.

Mu Xueer was no exception. When she was a child, she was often scolded by her mother with similar words.

Although she was born into a good family and did not have to worry about money and material things, she could not escape this "fine tradition" education.

Because no matter rich or poor, everyone has his or her own difficulties, troubles and hardships.

It's okay once or twice, but if it keeps happening, even Mu Xueer, who has received strict family education, can't stand it.

So she naturally thought that the two little ones were so sensible because their father had told them about his difficulties, and the two little ones felt sorry for their father after knowing that, which was why they were so sensible.

However, Xiao Ming's next words made Mu Xueer stunned: "No! Dad never told us these things, Xiao Qi, don't you think so?"

"Yeah, Dad didn't mention this to us."

Xiao Qi swallowed the chicken in his mouth and said, "Dad never told us that he worked hard or was tired. He came home to play with us or take us out to play. He taught us to read, learn to read, and some etiquette, such as being filial to our parents and respectful to our brothers and sisters. He also cooked delicious food for us and bought us beautiful clothes. Dad never told us anything else."

The two little guys' words shocked Mu Xue'er and made her speechless for a long time. Mu Qingcheng beside her suddenly asked, "Then how do you know all this? How do you know that Dad is tired and that his work is not easy?"

"Mom, are you stupid? Can't we see? We are not blind, nor stupid. Can't we see whether Dad is tired or not?"

Xiao Ming mumbled something, with a tone of indignation, and then seemed to think of something, her big eyes dimmed a lot, and she pouted her lips and said, "Although Dad never told us this, Xiao Qi and I can see it, and Dad is always very tired every time he comes back. There were several times when he almost fell down from exhaustion when he came back, and his eyes could hardly open. He always lied to Xiao Qi and me and said that he was not tired."

"Xiao Qi and I usually eat a lot, and we have to go to kindergarten. If Dad doesn't work hard, he can't afford to support the two of us. We can't go to kindergarten, and we don't have so many new clothes to wear and so many delicious foods."

"Dad never said these things. Xiaoqi and I have asked him if he was tired or if his work was hard. He always smiled and said he was not tired. When he bought delicious food, beautiful clothes and toys for Xiaoqi and me, he would buy them whenever he asked. We bought them if we liked them. He was not like other children's parents who would always criticize us when we bought something."

It seemed that Xiao Ming had seen such a scene where parents would talk about something when buying something, so it was natural for him to say it out loud.

As she spoke, Xiao Ming's eyes became red. "Besides, every time Dad came back, he would feel pain all over his body. His body was covered with red marks, and his arms were always wrapped with white cloth strips. The slightest touch would cause him to feel so painful that he couldn't stand it. He often couldn't sleep in the middle of the night because of the pain. In order not to wake Xiao Qi and me up, Dad would always sleep in the living room or the corridor. When Xiao Qi wet the bed in the middle of the night and woke me up, I would often hear Dad groaning in pain outside."

Listening to Xiao Ming's words, Mu Qingcheng was startled: "Why is Dad like this? Why does he feel pain? Is he sick or..."

Xiao Qi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "It's injuries. Dad had injuries every time he came back before, big and small. There were so many of them on his body. There were also wounds inside the white cloth wrapped around his arms."

"I used to lift up my father's clothes when he was asleep and see that he was often wrapped in white strips of cloth, some of which had red blood in them."

"Dad never told us that he had injuries on his body, and he kept it a secret from Xiao Ming and me. One time, when Dad was changing the white cloth strips on his body, he forgot to close the door, and I saw that Dad had many injuries on his body. It looked scary."

"There are big ones, small ones, long ones, short ones, round ones... lots and lots of them. Some of them even have their flesh exposed, and sometimes you can even see white stuff..."

Xiao Qi kept using his little hands to gesture the length, size and shape of the wounds.

It is said that children don't have many memories of their childhood, but the wounds on Qin Chuyu's body, that creepy and pitiful look, were so unforgettable that they left a deep impression on the young Xiaoqi.

“Wuwuwuwu…Daddy…wuwuwuwu…”

After comparing for a while, Xiao Qi couldn't hold it in any longer and just burst into tears.

It was really hard for her to imagine that when she and Xiao Ming played around and bumped into each other, the pain on her body would be unbearable even if she got a small cut.

Having seen with her own eyes so many, so big, so long, so horrifying, bloody cuts on her father's body, the little girl had no idea what her father had been through.

She only knew that what her father did was very painful, very painful, so painful that she felt pain just by looking at him!

"Don't cry, Xiaoqi, don't cry, Xiaoqi!"