"Sister, when will I go to school?"

Daan's questioning voice brought Yang Ruoqing's thoughts back to reality.

She thought for a moment and said: "On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, the school in Lijiacun is recruiting new students. I will ask dad to sign up for you."

"The eighteenth day of the first lunar month? Isn't that the day after tomorrow?"

Daan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, I also want to study!"

I saw my younger brother, who always likes to act cool, showing such a childish side.

Yang Ruoqing was happy and relieved.

She raised her hand and touched Daan's head: "After entering the school, you must study hard."

"I sent you to school in the past, just hoping that you would have some ink in your belly so that you would not be illiterate."

"And now, our family has experienced the last turmoil, and my sister has new requirements for you."

She looked at Da'an, held her brother's hand, and said earnestly: "Mu Zichuan is right, everything is inferior, only studying is superior."

"We, brother and sister, work hard together, and my sister goes into business to make money."

"As for you, just concentrate on studying and don't worry about other things."

"Opening a restaurant in town is the first step. In the future, my sister will make the business bigger and bigger."

"Every man is not guilty of carrying a jade. Xiao An is still young. The rise and fall of our family depends on your protection."

"Do you understand what my sister said?"

Daan listened carefully.

Young Shota's impeccably beautiful eyes sparkled with firmness and determination that belied her age.

He nodded vigorously: "Sister, don't worry, my brother will definitely live up to his expectations!"

"Be good, this is my good brother!"

She held Daan in her arms.

The world is cold and cold, and people's hearts are indifferent.

But the power of love,

The power of family affection.

But it is the motivation and source of her struggle!

No matter how difficult the world is and how bumpy the road ahead is.

With their company and mutual support, she is not afraid of any storm!

…

At night, under the lamp.

The two boys finished washing up early and went to bed.

Under the lamp, Mrs. Sun was sewing a schoolbag for Daan.

Yang Ruoqing was standing by with her hands on her cheeks, watching with great interest.

The light on the table is weak and dim.

The woman holds a needle and thread in her hand and sews finely, stitch by stitch.

The blue cotton gradually became a brand-new schoolbag under her shuttle needlework.

Yang Ruoqing was filled with emotion when she saw it.

Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

At this moment, my mother is sewing my brother’s schoolbag.

It is the first schoolbag in his life, but it is not the only one.

Carrying this schoolbag, he will go to the school in Lijiacun for enlightenment and take the first step in his long journey of study.

From Lijiacun to Qingshui Town.

From Qingshui Town to Wanghai County and then to Yicheng Prefecture.

Until we reach the capital in the future, in front of the Jinluan Palace...

My brother has a long way to go.

This schoolbag will become worn out and become obsolete.

However, this hope and sustenance will accompany you all the way.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but reach out and touch the soft corner of the schoolbag.

At this moment, I feel everything in my heart.

There is even a hint of envy and jealousy.

In her previous life, much of the knowledge she received was learned within the organization.

Later, when I grow up, I will go to a prestigious foreign school for further study out of necessity. That is also a kind of mission.

Many times, at the beginning of each semester.

She would hide at the entrances of public and private schools and peek.

I watched children of my own age walking into campus accompanied by their parents, carrying brand new schoolbags.

She didn't know what it was like.

But it must be very happy, right?

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

Sun's gentle voice rang in my ears.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

I heard Mrs. Sun continue: "You seem to like your brother's schoolbag very much. I will sew one for you, okay?"

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up.

But then he shook his head a little embarrassed.

"I'm not going to study, so why do I need a schoolbag..."

she said.

I couldn't help but glance at my brother's schoolbag again.

Mrs. Sun noticed her little actions.

The woman smiled lovingly and raised her hand to stroke her head.

"Then I will sew you a bag that can be worn on one shoulder, with ruffles on the bottom."

"It's so beautiful that you can carry it on your shoulder and hold a lot of things on your way to and from the restaurant and home, okay?"

Sun asked softly.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily: "Well, great!"

…

Front yard, Yang Huaming’s house.

Ms. Liu sat by the bed and breastfed the three girls.

Yang Huaming sat on the stool beside the table with his legs crossed, holding a wine cup in his hand.

There is also a plate of peanuts on the table in front of me.

He took a sip of wine, ate a bite of peanuts, and complained again.

"Damn, there's not a single good thing in the third bedroom."

"Together with Luo Fengtang, they came to squeeze me and let Lao Wu take advantage of a loophole!"

Listening to Yang Huaming's angry voice, Mrs. Liu also looked unhappy.

"It's a waste of money to buy. Not to mention the contribution of the vegetable sellers, just the little bit that slips through the fingers every day is enough for us to eat and drink!"

"No one in the three houses is good. I curse their restaurant. If it opens today, it will fail tomorrow."

"If there are mice and cockroaches in the dishes, we should close the door and put you in jail as soon as possible!"

The resentment here is overwhelming.

But in Yang Huazhou's house separated by a wall, it was a different scene.

The young couple had just had a break from the clouds and rain, and now they were still covered in hot sweat. They leaned on the bedside and talked.
To be continued...