Zhang Weng quickly restrained his expression, wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeves full of patches, and squeezed out a kind smile.

And Ye Qing bent down slightly, opened her arms, and hugged the little girl who jumped up with a smile.

"What a good thing, bring it to Zhang Weng to see."

Ye Qian, who was dressed in a clean red cotton coat, picked up a half-palm-sized three-color rain flower stone with fleshy hands, leaned over and handed it to Zhang Weng like a treasure, and with the shaking of his wrist, a string of copper bells made a pleasant sound.

"Zhang Weng, look at this stone, yellow background, medium blue, white top, like heaven and earth between a stone."

Zhang Weng, who was full of sickness, smiled amiably, and rubbed Ye Qian's head dotingly: "Like, it's really too similar, Qianqian is so amazing, she can find such a beautiful stone." ”

After receiving a compliment, her round eyes bent into a good-looking bridge, Ye Qian got off Ye Qing with a cigarette and said triumphantly:

"Brother, I sold this rain flower stone to Qi Fang for at least fifty yuan."

As soon as he heard that it was sold to Qi Fang, the haze that had been suppressed in Ye Qing's heart came out.

Qi Fang, the son of Qi Yuanwai, is five years younger than the twelve-year-old Ye Qian.

The child is a good child, sensible and precocious, and endearing.

However, his father ......

Ye Qing endured the discomfort in her heart, still smiled warmly, and pinched Ye Qian's round cheeks affectionately.

"Qianqian is really powerful, she can easily earn fifty yuan, and my brother has to sell twenty bowls of noodles."

"With this money, Zhang Weng's illness will definitely get better."

"Alright, let's eat."

Hearing this, Ye Qian smiled innocently and brightly, and staggered to the table.

"When Zhang Weng is ready, I will take Zhang Weng to pick up stones together."

......

returned to a clean and tidy home, Ye Qian sensibly helped Ye Qing pick vegetables.

Ye Qing on the side quickly brushed the dishes and chopsticks, and after finishing the work, he came to Ye Qian's side to work together.

One big and one small, two figures that depend on each other, look very warm.

"Brother, I saw fifteen taels of silver on the table, are you a gunman again?"

"Well, don't tell anyone."

"Yes, yes, I've never told anyone, my brother is amazing. Fifteen taels should be able to buy some good medicine to make Zhang Weng's body better, right? ”

The sensible Ye Qian, after helping to wash the last bit of vegetables, asked the question in her heart, and her round eyes were full of hope.

The big hand with water fell on the black and thick hair, and rubbed it lovingly, causing Ye Qian to pout unhappily.

"Brother, I hate it, I've wet someone's hair."

After a prank, Ye Qing, who avoided the topic, raised the corners of his mouth, "I did it on purpose." ”

Ye Qian immediately dipped her fingers in the water, swayed at Ye Qing, and pretended to be fierce but actually cute and shouted: "Let you bully me!" Look at the moves! ”

Hahahaha!

The playful laughter of the brother and sister filled the narrow courtyard.

After the frolic, Ye Qian looked at Ye Qing, who took off her coat and walked into the house to make up for sleep, hesitated for a moment, and still said:

"Brother, I've always met Qi Yuanwai in the past few days, and his eyes are a little weird when he looks at me, and I feel a little hairy in my heart."

Squeak~

The cotton clothes in his hands were clenched tightly, Ye Qing, who had his back to his sister, had a gloomy look on his face, he endured his anger, his footsteps did not stop, and his tone was as usual:

"If you don't go to Qi to play, you can avoid Qi outside."

After a pause, Ye Qing couldn't help but worry after all, put down his clothes, turned around and resumed his gentle expression and said to Ye Qian:

"Sister, my brother won't go to Pingle Fang to set up a night stall in the future, you will go to school normally from tomorrow, and you will set up a stall with your brother after school."

Ye Qian, who knew that her brother wanted to protect herself, nodded sensibly and said seriously:

"Brother, don't worry, I will help you well."

As she spoke, Ye Qian stepped forward, grabbed Ye Qing's rough hand, and said distressedly:

"Brother, I'm twelve years old, and I can go to Li Ji Buzhuang to work to subsidize my family."

"It's okay, let's study first, and then you go to work in the cloth village when you're fourteen years old, go and read a book, my brother can't stand it anymore, so I'll sleep first."

After Ye Qing prevaricated, he smiled again and pinched his fleshy face, then lay down and fell asleep.

The steady snoring sounded almost instantly, and tears of distress flowed out of Ye Qian's smart eyes.

She looked at her white and tender hands without the slightest callus, and pursed her lips.

After waiting for a while, listening to the snoring louder again, Ye Qian came to the front of the pick-up noodle stall, took out the flour and began to mix the noodles.

She has seen these things countless times, and she has done countless things secretly.

After sleeping for three hours, Ye Qing, who had already reached noon when he woke up, stretched comfortably, without the slightest delay, quickly got up and walked to the yard.

Listening to Ye Qian's chirping next door, like a lark-like voice, and the laughter of Zhang Weng and his wife from time to time.

The corners of Ye Qing's mouth raised a warm smile, he washed his face, changed into a black cotton coat that had been washed to gray, and went out.

After all the hard work of buying flour, buying spices, and making charcoal, the sky was already a little dark.

He cooked a meal for his sister and Zhang Weng and his wife, and after eating together, there was a burning cloud in the west of the sky.

The sky was orange and red, and everyone's faces were covered with a layer of warmth.

"Brother, why did you go out so early today? Let's rest a little longer! ”

Ye Qian saw that Ye Qing was about to go out, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

Ye Qing smiled and was short, shouldered the burden of the noodle stall, and explained:

"I promised Grandma Li last night to help her make umbrella bones, go out now, I can help her work for an hour, you remember to help Zhang Weng cook medicine, brother will go first."

"Okay, then you slow down and save some effort."

Ye Qian stepped forward and helped Ye Qing sort out some messy clothes, and then got out of the way.

Ye Qing smiled slightly and walked out, went straight to Grandma Li's house, and helped her make umbrella bones for a while.

The brisk figure walked towards Pingle Fang, and a busy night began.

It was still a fixed place, and after Ye Qing set up the stall, he looked at the dough placed in the pot and smiled gently.

Then a large number of regular customers flocked to the city, and Ye Qing was busy until the second watch, and then he had a little leisure.

When he is not busy, he sits on a chair and listens to the surrounding vendors talking about the shortcomings of the family, the anecdotes of the wealthy, and the trivial things in the streets.

There was a light smile on his handsome and soft face, enjoying the smell of fireworks.

After the fourth watch, the hustle and bustle of Pingle Fang was no longer there, and most of the Qinglou Chu Pavilion closed its door.

Ye Qing cleaned up the stall and went to the winery helpers in Pingle Fang to supply wine for various Qinglou Chu Pavilions and wine shops and restaurants, carrying wine for two hours and earning forty yuan.

When the hour begins, I return to the stall and end the busy night.

Since he chose to go to school for Ye Qian at the age of fourteen, even if it was windy and rainy for five years, he never stopped.

And the five years of hard work will also come to an end today.

Ye Qing told the stall owners who got along well around him that he would not set up a night stall anymore, so in the midst of everyone's regret or reluctance, he carried the burden of noodles back to Qifeng Fang.

As soon as he walked to the mouth of the cramped alley not far from his home, Ye Qing saw the familiar red cotton clothes, and his physical and mental fatigue suddenly decreased a lot at this moment.

A brisk tone emanated from his mouth.

"Sister, didn't you go to the private school earlier? Why, do you want to wait for my brother to make you hot noodle soup and eat it before going to school? ”

Hearing this familiar voice, the red cotton clothes hurriedly raised their heads, and the pear blossom with the rain on her face made Ye Qing's heart tremble.

A cry full of panic came from Ye Qian's mouth.

"Brother, it's not good......"