Chapter 996 The school sweetheart’s first love who took a check and went abroad (34)

“Third brother, you are still young and you must leave a heir for our old Xu family. Mom will keep your eyes open this time and find a virtuous person for you.”

Mrs. Xu thought that her third son was not bad looking. He was thirty-four years old when he got divorced. He was not too old at all. It is not difficult for a woman to get married for the second time at this age, let alone a man.

 But she ignored one fact—Xu Qishan's leg was lame.

The family has only four walls, and now it is lame. Who is willing to marry in?

 Xu Qishan himself was unwilling to marry again.

How can we not get married? Wouldn't his lineage be extinct?

Mrs. Xu was anxious: "How about I adopt the bolt from your eldest brother's house to you?"

 The eldest son, Xu Qijiang, gave birth to three sons and a daughter. The younger son was six years old at the time.

Xu Qijiang is willing, and he is none other than his biological brother, and he is still in a big family anyway.

But his wife is not happy, so why should she adopt her son to the third child? The third child is not a rich man, and his family is not well off.

Xu Qishan is not willing either. He still has to save money to go to Taiwan to pick up his daughter. After raising an adopted son, can he still save money?

 But his mother insisted on him adopting a child or urging him to get married a second time.

He neither remarried nor continued, so he kept urging him in his ears.

Three years ago, Mrs. Xu was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. She was still talking about this before she died, saying that the only person she could not let go of was him.

He held my mother's hand and promised her that she would leave a heir for the old Xu family.

 But he did not plan to adopt his nephew, but decided to adopt him.

At that time, the old monk in the temple on the mountain passed away, leaving behind a little novice monk who was less than two years old. It is said that the old monk picked it up in the mountain, and most people could not afford to throw it away.

Xu Qishan took the young novice home, went through the adoption procedures, and became his adopted son, so that his mother could rest in peace.

Since his leg became lame, he gave up the idea of ​​going to the city to work hard.

My legs are disabled, but my hands are not. After returning to the village, I have been learning to weave bamboo baskets from an old man in the village.

But ordinary bamboo baskets could not be sold at a high price, so he racked his brains to think of ways to make them more beautiful than ordinary bamboo baskets, and took them to the town to sell during big fairs. Over the past few years, he actually saved some money and traveled back and forth to Taiwan. The travel expenses and accommodation expenses should be enough.

Before the flash flood, he was planning to finish the big gathering and take his adopted son to Taiwan to visit his daughter.

Over the years, he has also figured out that if his daughter is willing to come back with him, of course he will be happy; but if her mother is living a good life and does not want to come back, he will not force it. At most, he will visit her every once in a while and give her Stuff some pocket money.

Unexpectedly, before the two men set out, Shuangyang Mountain Village encountered a flash flood.

Fortunately, they were not at home at the time. It had been raining for several days and the plot was flooded. Like other villagers, the two of them, wearing raincoats and bamboo hats, were harvesting in the fields. It would be good if they could grab some ripe potatoes and taros to go back to. . If they are left to soak in water, there will really be no harvest at all.

At this time, there was a sudden "boom", a flash flood broke out, and mudslides poured down, swallowing up their house in an instant.

 Compared to the house being swallowed up, at least people are still alive. If he hadn't gone out because it was raining heavily, he might have died.

Thinking of this, Xu Qishan, who was sitting in the tent and weaving bamboo baskets, sighed.

I don’t know if the hole in the wall where he hid his money was washed away by the mudslide. He has saved the money for many years. Alas...

 “Little monk!”

“Little monk, who is your father? There is a guest at your house, please call your father out!”

Xu Yin was led by an over-enthusiastic street officer to the door of the assembly hall where the victims were accommodated.

 Under the eaves, several children with snotty noses were playing with paper bags. A thin, bald child squatted in the corner, quietly watching them play.

When someone called him, he stood up awkwardly, his confused eyes showing a bit of curiosity.

 Xu Yin: “…”

Is this her little novice brother?

"elder sister?"

The little bald head raised his little face, stared at Xu Yin seriously for several times, and grinned: "It's really sister! You have a mole on your earlobe, and my father also has one. Sister, my father and I are planning to go and see it. Hey, why are you back? Can dad and I still go to Taiwan to see you?"

Xu Yin was delighted: “Do you really want to go to Taiwan?”

The child touched his bald head and said, "Dad said that I would go to Taiwan to find my sister. She took us to play for two days. I heard that Taiwan is rich and there is everything on the streets."

But now that my sister is back, will dad still take him to Taiwan? The little eyes were indescribably confused.

Xu Yin pinched his little cheek and said, "I will take you there when my sister finishes her work. You can play for as many days as you want."

"real?"

Before the little bald man had time to be happy, several children around him jumped up in envy:

 “Little monk, can you go to Taiwan to play?”

 “I heard that Taiwan is great, and the people there are always rich.”

“Little monk, you are so lucky to have a sister from Taiwan.”

"Little monk, is this really your sister? Isn't she just a flower girl?"

 “Yes, do you have such a beautiful sister?”

The little bald man answered the words quickly: "No, no, she is really my sister, not a flower girl! Look, she has a mole here on her earlobe, and my father also has one."

“Who doesn’t have a mole? I have one too.” A little boy raised his arm and pointed to a small black mole on his arm.

"It's different." The little bald head shook his head like a rattle, "My father and my sister both have moles on their earlobes."

　　　…”

The little boy couldn't answer this.

 Xu Yin touched her brother's head in a funny way: "Let's go, take sister to find daddy."

"good."

Before entering, Xu Yin thanked Comrade Liu Yan who was leading the way and gave her a box of pineapple cakes bought last night.

There was also a box of pineapple cakes that was opened on the spot and divided among several children present, and the rest was given to the little novice brother.

 The child is holding the pineapple cake, his eyes are shining, it is such a fragrant and sweet snack! Just smelling it makes me want to drool.

certainly delicious!

He got half a box of such a delicious snack!

 His sister is so kind!

The child secretly raised his head and glanced at Xu Yin. Coincidentally, Xu Yin was also looking at him, and both siblings were enjoying themselves.

“Sister, I’ll take you to find dad. Our tent is at the very end.”

He took the initiative to hold Xu Yin's hand and led her through the path between the tents. His little mouth shouted excitedly: "Dad! Daddy! Sister is back!"

“Ah Shan, I seem to hear your Xu Lin calling her sister back. Could it be that your sister Yin Yin is back?”

Hearing what Xu Dazhu said from the tent next door, Xu Qishan paused in his weaving of bamboo baskets, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I haven't gone to find her yet, so I guess not."

Xu Dazhu, who was tall, looked up at the direction Xu Lin was running towards, and said "Hey" as he looked at it: "Ah Shan, look, your Xu Lin is really dragging a girl over, is it your Yin Yin? "

At this time, Xu Qishan couldn't sit still anymore. He put down his bamboo basket and stood up. He limped to the entrance of the tent, dragging his legs that were numb from sitting.

Xu Lin pulled Xu Yin closer and happily reported: "Dad, my sister is back to see us."

 “Yin, Yin Yin?”

 “Dad, it’s me.”

 “哐啷…”

 “Ouch—”

Xu Qishan's lame leg accidentally tripped over the pole supporting the tent, causing the tent to collapse.

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 (End of this chapter)