Mother Du was extremely unkind to see Wang Tieheng's family, and she was disgusted to mention it more, so she turned around and went back to the room for a nap.

Jin Ran stood at the door, and there was no more figure of the child in his eyes.

A few days later, on Chinese New Year's Eve, red lanterns were hung high, and auspicious stickers were posted to the households.

The Du family bought a lot of New Year's goods, big fish and meat, cooking smoke, straight to the clouds.

In the cramped kitchen, a family of three gathered, Du's mother did some simple work such as peeling garlic, Jinran was responsible for adding firewood, and Du's father took care of the rest.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the dishes with all the colors and flavors were served on the table, and the three of them faced the TV, eating a reunion dinner.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

The door of the Du family was not closed, and there were several elites in suits and leather shoes standing outside, holding exquisitely packaged gifts in their hands.

"Miss Du, our young lady sent us to pay you a New Year's greeting, this is a little bit of our young lady's heart." The female driver personally in Baishan Village.

Jin Ran put down his chopsticks, strode out, and invited the female driver to come in for a light meal.

The female driver refused Jinran, she hurried back to the city, and Jiang Qianxue was still waiting for her.

Jin Ran waved his hand and sent the female driver and the others away.

Du's father and Du's mother looked at the gifts that occupied half of the room, and their mouths couldn't close for a long time.

"Yet, who are those people?" Father Du asked softly.

Jin Ran simply explained that most of the students in their school are either rich or expensive, and it is common to give gifts during the New Year.

Du's father and Du's mother also know this, and they don't ask more if they understand, they believe in their daughter.

The gifts were piled up in half of the room, and after the reunion dinner, Jin Ran opened the gifts while watching TV.

When night falls, fireworks and firecrackers are not blown off.

Jin Ran was itching, took some money and went out, and bought a fairy stick for ten yuan at the village commissary.

"Ranran, wait, this is the New Year's money that my uncle gave you."

"And so ......."

received dozens of red envelopes and squeezed out of the commissary in embarrassment.

Jin Ran didn't like to join in the fun, so he squatted by the river, and the lit fairy stick sparked.

"Woo-woo-woo......."

Not far away, there was a cry, weak, as thin as a mosquito.

Jin Ran used the fairy stick as a flashlight and looked for the sound.

Behind the withered grass, an emaciated child crouched there.

"Lost, can't find your parents?" Jin Ran asked.

The thin child looked up, his big eyes welling up with tears.

"It's you." Jin Ran saw the thin child's face clearly and recognized him as Wang Tieheng's adopted son.

The New Year's festival is a festive picture, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy, and Jin Ran gave him half of the fairy stick.

The thin child was stunned and looked at Jin Ran blankly.

"Here you go." Jinran said.

The thin child carefully took the fairy stick, took it into his arms, and cautiously took two steps back.

Jin Ran squatted down, took out the lighter and lit another fairy stick, "Come, let's play together." ”

The thin child hesitated, took one out of his bosom, and lit it with a brocade fairy stick.

Bright colors, dazzling firelight, no cold eyes and scolding, thin children giggled.

Ten minutes later, Jin Ran finished playing with her fairy stick.

The thin child didn't want Jin Ran to leave, so he handed the fairy stick in his arms to Jin Ran.

"Good boy." Jin Ran rubbed the thin child's head and unceremoniously played with those fairy sticks.

Waiting for Jinran Huo Huoguang Fairy Stick, straighten up his waist, and prepare to go home for supper.

The thin child didn't follow, squatting in place and looking at Jinran's back, tears gradually filling his eyes.

This time, it was not grievances, not pain, but the warmth of kindness that melted the ice.