"This is my granddaughter Yaya. Her father has been beaten to death because of impulsiveness since she was a child. Her mother also went crazy because of this, leaving her alone."
"Yaya come here."
Following the father-in-law's call, the little girl lying by the wall outside came over timidly and secretly looked at Fusu lying on the bed with her slightly frightened and curious eyes.
Rubbing his poor granddaughter's little head, my father-in-law felt very distressed.
But now that he is in his twilight years, he really has no ability to give this child anything better.
The strange thing is that he is useless. Now he is afraid to die, for fear that his children will be left alone and unable to survive after his death.
"What about the scar on her face?"
Seeing the shocking scars on Yaya's face, Fusu asked with some distress.
"My husband and I rowed it for her."
Seeing Fusu mention this, the father-in-law couldn't help but feel depressed.
He still can't forget his granddaughter's miserable scream.
But what can be done?
You have to do this if you want to survive in this cruel place.
Otherwise, I'm afraid her granddaughter won't be able to grow up smoothly.
"Come on Yaya, grandpa will make porridge for you now."
After saying that, the old man got up and took Yaya to prepare some food, leaving the confused Fusu alone in the wind.
He never imagined that the scar was caused by the old man himself.
But why?
It seems that he loves his granddaughter so much.
In fact, Fusu was not stupid. On the contrary, as the eldest son of His Majesty the First Emperor, he was also extremely talented and intelligent.
It's just that he was born in a powerful family and has always opened his mouth when it comes to clothes and food. He has never experienced the hardships of the people at the bottom, let alone the darkness in the slums.
Because of his noble background, everyone has coaxed and supported him since he was a child and did not dare to disobey him.
How could he understand that people's hearts are evil?
In his mind, he walks around the world with reason, and it is wrong to use violence to fight violence. He should use his philanthropic mind to influence others and guide others to do good.
He's done this in the past, and it worked very well.
Everyone who saw him couldn't help but praise him for his gentleness and grace.
But he forgot that behind him stood a being that everyone was in awe of.
Without that person's existence, his rationale was completely destroyed by the fists of a few gangsters on the first day here.
"Brother, drink porridge!"
After a while, Yaya carefully held the small bowl and handed it to Fusu.
It's called porridge, but it's actually just rice soup mixed with warm water and some rice grains.
However, just such a simple meal made Yaya swallow her saliva involuntarily.
It had been quite some time since she had tasted rice grains.
"Yaya, have you eaten?"
Taking the small bowl handed over by Yaya, and looking at her expectant eyes, Fusu asked gently.
"Yaya hasn't eaten, Yaya isn't hungry. Grandpa said that my brother is a patient, so he should eat first."
Yaya shook her head and whispered obediently.
But at this moment, her stomach rumbled, as if to refute her words, and she couldn't help but blush.
"Brother is not hungry, so Yaya should eat first."
Fusu chuckled lightly, touched Yaya's head and said.
He never thought that one day he would be humbled by others over such a humble bowl of rice soup.
"No, brother hasn't eaten for a whole day, how can he not be hungry?"
"There are some outside. Brother, please eat quickly. Grandpa said you will feel better after eating it."
"Okay, okay, brother, eat."
After seeing Fusu finish the rice soup in the bowl, Yaya packed up the small bowl with satisfaction and walked out.
A few days passed like this.
In a corner of Wu'an City, Fusu solved a hard bun on the spot. After regaining his strength, he happily rushed home with two white steamed buns in his arms.
Today he found a job recruiting people. After working for a day, he finally saved some money and exchanged it for two warm steamed buns.
"Little Yaya has never eaten such hot steamed buns in her life. She is so happy now."
"I'll have to let her eat them all later. This girl always likes to save money, but she can't save on sour food."
Thinking of the skinny but kind-hearted little sister, he felt even more excited and his steps became much faster.
"Little Yaya, let's see what brother brings you today."
"Steamed buns, big and fragrant steamed buns."
Just when he was about to arrive at the thatched hut, Fusu discovered something was not quite right, which made him feel a little bad.
"Old man, what's wrong with you?"
However, when he trotted all the way to the small hut, he found that the originally dilapidated but orderly hut had become messy. The only large tank containing water in the house had also been smashed, and all the remaining water in it had been destroyed. The flow formed a small shallow pit on the ground.
The ground was covered with blood, and the old husband, whom he knew well, was even pale and lay dying in a pool of blood.
Seeing this, Fusu hurried over, picked up his father-in-law, and shouted anxiously.
"Quick, go and save..."
Seeing Fusu's old man holding Fusu's hand tightly, as if he was grasping the last straw.
However, his voice suddenly stopped when he said this, and the hand holding Fusu dropped weakly.
"My father-in-law? My father-in-law?"
Looking at the old man with his eyes closed and no longer showing any signs of life, Fusu's heart felt as if he had been severely cut by a knife.
Why is this happening?
Why does fate have to torture such a miserable family?
It's obvious that they have nothing, nothing left, but why don't you let them go?
Is it possible that poor and kind-hearted people all end badly in the end?
How unfair is the law of heaven!
But now is not the time for him to feel pain and sorrow, because little Yaya is still missing.
He must bring Xiao Yaya back.
"It must be those bastards again!"
Without any time to think, Fusu carefully lowered his father-in-law's body, then hurriedly ran out again, heading towards the base camp of the bullies.
However, when he arrived, the place was already deserted, leaving only a cold corpse messy in the wind.
"Yaya!"
Fusu knelt down in front of the corpse, clenching his fists and his eyes red.
Seeing Yaya's disheveled clothes and bruises all over her body, Fusu felt even more heartbroken.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that his heart had been hollowed out.
He couldn't imagine what kind of inhuman torture Yaya endured during her lifetime.
He also couldn't imagine how painful and desperate she must have been at that time.
For the first time, he began to hate his own weakness and his own incompetence.
"Yaya, let's go, brother will take you home!"
