After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Returning to the room again, Zhang Ran took out two new schoolbags from the suitcase, which were filled with some school supplies and plush toys that girls liked. Taking these things, and then picking up the meat and clothes that he had packed earlier, he quickly went to Erya's house.

"Sister Xiaoyue!"

"Hello sister!"

On the way, he met children from the same village, who all greeted Zhang Ran. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the children would be pulled out of bed early by their parents and driven out to visit relatives to wish them a happy new year.

When they reached the gate of Erya's house, before they entered, Zhang Ran called out loudly, "Uncle Wang! I'm here to wish you a happy new year!"

The people in the room were startled by her shout.

The first one to run out was Si Ya. She pounced on Zhang Ran's waist and hugged her tightly, "Sister Xiaoyue~."

Only one braid was tied on Si Ya's head, with the hair on the other side still loose. It was obvious that her hair was halfway tied and it was hanging out.

"This is a gift for you, take it." Zhang Ran took out one of the bulging new schoolbags.

Si Ya cheered happily and took it with both hands: "Thank you, Sister Xiaoyue!"

Two people entered the house one after the other.

I ran into Daya, who was holding a comb in her hand.

Zhang Ran nodded at her, "Is Uncle Wang here? I'm here to wish him a happy new year."

Daya looked stiffly at the tightly closed, dilapidated door, opened her mouth, and tried many times but still couldn't say the words "He is drunk and still sleeping".

"Xiaoyue, you're here? Come and sit down." Erya appeared in time and greeted Zhang Ran with a stiff smile.

Zhang Ran looked at Daya deeply, walked past her and went to Erya, handing her the clothes in his hand.

Erya subconsciously reached out to take it.

Zhang Ran glanced at the clothes in the plastic bag suggestively, "I'm returning the clothes to you. They're a little dirty, so please be more careful when you wash them."

Erya immediately realized that there was something else in the returned clothes, and wanted to open it on the spot to take a look, but Zhang Ran held her back.

Zhang Ran: "Where's Sanya? Hasn't she gotten up yet?"

Without waiting for Erya to answer, Sanya ran out of the kitchen, "Sister Xiaoyue!"

There was dust on San Ya's face, and it was obvious that she accidentally got it on her face while making fire.

Zhang Ran waited for her to run closer and handed her the schoolbag in his hand. "This is a gift for you. Take it."

"Thank you, Sister Xiaoyue." San Ya stretched out her hands and took the new schoolbag. She was not very excited and did not feel the joy she had felt in the past when she received gifts.

Zhang Ran frowned slightly, "You don't like the gift I gave you?" Although she asked San Ya to go back to her room and not come out yesterday, she was a junior high school student after all, and she should know everything she should know.

"...I like it very much." San Ya defended in a low voice, subconsciously glancing at the dilapidated door of her parents' room out of the corner of her eye.

Zhang Ran raised his eyebrows slightly and asked loudly: "You don't like it?"

San Ya: "..." Taking a deep breath, she said in a loud voice: "I like it very much! Thank you, Sister Xiaoyue!"

Seeing San Ya's usual tone returned to her, Zhang Ran curled his lips in satisfaction, "You're welcome." His gaze fell on Daya and Erya, he walked to the table and sat down, frowning in dissatisfaction, "What? You come to pay New Year's greetings on New Year's Day, and you don't even have a cup of tea?" If someone comes to pay New Year's greetings, these two will be exposed in minutes with their acting skills!

Daya and Erya, who were standing nearby like two logs, suddenly woke up.

Daya hurriedly took some candy and melon seeds and placed them in front of Zhang Ran, forcing a stiff smile: "Have some."

Erya poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Zhang Ran, with a smile on her face, "Xiaoyue, have some tea."

Zhang Ran picked up the teacup, wet his lips with it, and put it down again. He casually asked again: "Where is Uncle Wang? I came to wish him a happy new year, but he's not home?"