Chapter 14 Father’s Treasure

Author: Lost Dragon

Chapter 14 Father’s Treasure

With one sentence, Song Huanyun was speechless.

Her chest heaved violently, and her almond-shaped eyes gradually filled with tears. The moment Song Huanxi turned around, Song Huanyun completely exploded:

"Abba is partial!"

"I've been partial to Nong since I was a child! All my clothes are clothes that Nong has worn, and my books are also used by Nong!"

"I buy some delicious food at home, and I always buy what I like!"

The more Song Huanyun talked about it, the sadder she became, and she gradually choked up and couldn't speak.

Wen Zai next to him was so frightened that he did not dare to move. Song Huanxi's face was livid, and he raised his hand and pointed at Song Huanyun's small room: "Go back to your own room!"

Song Huanyun cried for a while and tried to open her eyes. She glanced at Song Huanxi and saw that Song Huanxi had a sullen face and didn't even look at her. Her mouth drooped a little more and she cried even harder!

But she was still crying and dragging her feet, and she really went back to her room!

Song Huanxi stared at the closed door and was speechless. The second child was such a coward that he would forcefully pull the door back even if he slammed it halfway!

Didn’t you beat her several times when you were a child?

Song Huanxi looked back at her frightened little brother, who was pale as ashes, stretched out her hands to take him into her arms, and coaxed him in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, your second sister must have failed the math test again, don't try to imitate her.

"

Wenzi blinked. The second sister failed in Chinese yesterday and failed in math today...

Then wouldn’t the second sister be tortured by the teacher every day?

The second sister is so pitiful!

Wen Zai's young face showed obvious sympathy.

Song Huanxi touched his head again and asked, "Have you finished your homework? When you've finished, show it to your sister."

Wenzi suddenly felt that he was quite pitiful!

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Song Huanxi finished tutoring Wenzi with his homework and played with Wenzi for a while with building blocks. Seeing that it was getting late, he asked Wenzi to take a shower.

After putting his brother to sleep, Song Huanxi dug out a book box from under the bed.

Opening the book box, there was a box full of notes inside. Song Huanxi's hand gently stroked the spines of the books. There were five books by Huanxi, four by Huanyun, and only two by Wenzai.

There are eleven books in total, written by the father himself, recording the growth of the three siblings.

This is what she regards as a treasure.

She can sell the manuscripts passed down by her ancestors. These are the notes that carry her father's full expectations and love, but she will not abandon them no matter what.

Song Huanxi did not touch her five notebooks, and she had already memorized the contents inside.

After taking out the first book marked with Song Huanyun's name, Song Huanxi locked the book box again and put it back under the bed.

Taking her father's notes, she arrived next door. Song Huanxi knocked on the door first. After waiting for a moment, the room was still quiet. She frowned and said, "Ayun, open the door. I know you're not asleep."

She raised her voice: "Have you forgotten that every time we made chicken soup at home, you and your little brother would have one chicken drumstick each?"

Well, that was when my father was still alive. When my father was gone, every time An Xiuniang served chicken in pot, it was a pitiful chicken without legs.

Ayun's attack was a little weak against her, but it was full of firepower against her own mother. She even nicknamed the chicken a beggar chicken.

The little girl said plausibly, "This chicken has no legs, so it can only make a living by begging for food!"

An Xiuniang is also thick-skinned. The chicken she serves next time will be a begging chicken.

The past flashed through her mind. Song Huanxi heard shuffling footsteps in the door and knew that Song Huanyun had been convinced by her.

When Song Huanyun opened the door, Song Huanxi didn't waste any time and threw the note directly into her arms: "Father wrote this for you. I originally planned to give it to you when you are older."

After a pause, Song Huanxi continued: "Be careful when reading so as not to damage the pages. From now on, this will be your dowry."

After saying that, Song Huanxi took his clothes and went to take a shower.

Song Huanyun stood at the door for a moment and curled her lips, Song Huanxi was really good at sending people away!

She knew that the manuscripts her father left to Song Huanxi were the real treasures!

What’s so interesting about father’s notes?

After returning to the room, he threw the notes on the bed. Song Huanyun also fell on the bed, lying lazily in a big shape. Alas, my father was partial to Song Huanxi!

Even her father didn't bother to think about her name, so he just copied it from Song Huanxi's name and used it!

Huanxi Huanxi sounds like beauty Xi Tzu!

What is Huanyun?! Can Yun Nenghuan?!

Song Huanyun thought wildly, and gradually she felt bored, so she simply turned over, propped up her cheek with one hand, and flipped through her father's notebook leisurely with the other hand:

——I have two daughters, the eldest is Huanxi. I hope she will be as beautiful as Xi Tzu!

——The two daughters Huanyun and Huanyun, who are they? There are only immortals in heaven. I hope my daughter looks like an immortal and is free!

Song Huanyun half-opened her mouth, her eyes were wide open, and she was speechless!

Is this the true meaning of her name?!

Huanyun Huanyun, the immortal in heaven!

Look like a fairy, feel free!

Song Huanyun read these few sentences over and over again, her pretty face gradually became radiant, and she really had a bit of the charm of a fairy.

Song Huanyun's eyes were crooked, her lips were smiling, and she continued reading:

——A Yun is quite smart. She was already one month old and already understood the principle that only children who cry will be loved: whenever the cradle stops for a moment, the cry will instantly resound through the sky.

——I am busy with work, Xiuniang takes care of the housework, and the heavy responsibility of taking care of the two daughters falls on the eldest daughter.

——Whenever I go home, I can always see my eldest daughter lying drowsily next to the cradle of the second daughter. From time to time, she raises her little hand or foot and bumps the cradle.

——The two girls were dancing in the cradle, unaware that the eldest sister was already about to fall asleep.

——I felt sorry for my eldest daughter, so I picked her up. The little girl yawned, her eyes seemed to be closed, and she did not forget to remind me in a low voice: Dad, my sister is not crying.

There are two pictures next to it. One is of a child pushing the cradle and falling asleep. The baby in the cradle has his eyes wide open and is reaching out to grab his feet lively!

Second, the young man picked up the young girl with a gentle look on his face, patted her back gently, and his eyes fell on the cradle next to him.

Both pictures are only lightly outlined with a brush, and the few strokes are extremely expressive.

Song Huanyun can imagine the scene just by reading the text, not to mention such vivid pictures!

She knew her father was talented, but she didn't know that his painting skills were so profound!

Every page that follows records interesting things from her childhood. Almost every interesting thing is accompanied by a very vivid sketch.

Song Huanyun read with gusto. Unknowingly, there were only a few thin pages left in the notebook in her hand, and she suddenly was reluctant to read any more.

She forced herself to put down the notes, and after flipping them over a few times, she couldn't help but pick up the notes and told herself, just read one page!

——In the past few days, I have begun to enlighten my two daughters. This child’s temper is just like the stubbornness of childhood. He insists on feeding him a spiced peanut before he is willing to recite the Three-Character Sutra!

After reading this, Song Huanyun had a vague impression of the past. She looked at the accompanying picture of herself carrying a book while looking at the peanuts aside. She felt funny and wanted to cry at the same time——

She realized that her father was no longer here.

An Xiuniang secretly eats chicken legs, which can be seen in the first chapter.

Are you like the second child when reading novels, finding that you are almost done with it and suddenly don’t want to read it anymore?
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