When the woman spoke, she pinched the child's arm. Upon hearing this, Yingying nodded hastily, "Aunt treats me very well."
It's just that this voice was somewhat low, even carrying a hint of panic.
Zhang Xin felt it, but his mother pulled him and gave him a meaningful look.
Mother Zhang was quite adept at socializing and was a shrewd person. After exchanging pleasantries with the woman for a while, they began addressing each other as sisters.
Zhang Xin looked at the child, who seemed to want to leave but didn't dare to, standing there awkwardly.
Zhang Xin walked over, bent down, and asked her, "Didn't you go to school today?"
The girl shook her head without speaking.
"She has been sick recently. I asked the teacher for a few days off. We'll go back once she's better."
At this age, children are probably in the fourth grade of elementary school, with endless homework every day. So, in most families, even if the child is sick, they still review their lessons and do their homework daily.
But it doesn't seem to be the case here.
"Sister, I want to take Yingying to pay respects to her parents. What do you think?"
Aunt was obviously a bit hesitant.
"I promise to bring her back safely. There's also a police station nearby. If you're worried, I can file a report. What do you think?"
"The main thing is that I really haven't been able to eat or sleep these past few days. Every night, I dream of Xiuhua. In the dreams, Xiuhua keeps talking about her daughter. It's been years since she passed away; letting the child pay her respects would fulfill her last wish."
Mother Zhang spoke as she took out the token that Zhang Xin had obtained.
Aunt looked at the photo, one she didn't even have, and her wariness completely relaxed. "This photo is so many years old. Back then, Yingying was still a little child who couldn't remember anything. I was afraid that if Yingying found out, something might happen, so I never took her to pay respects to my brother and sister-in-law. Now that she's grown up, she should go and pay her respects. But I'm a bit busy; my son has a parent-teacher meeting this afternoon, so I'll have to trouble you, sister, to take her."
"Yingying, do you want to go with Auntie to pay respects to your parents?" Aunt looked at the girl and asked.
Yingying did not dare to speak.
"Why are you being so unreasonable? Those are your parents. You haven't paid your respects to them for so many years. Now that you have the chance, just go."
"Sis, you don't need to file a report. I trust you, and there's surveillance outside the door."
It was only before Zhang Xin and her mother left with the girl that Auntie had a private conversation with Yingying.
After stepping out, Yingying closely followed behind Mama Zhang, her cautious demeanor making Mama Zhang's heart ache.
"Yingying, is your aunt treating you badly?" As soon as Zhang Xin asked this, his mother slapped him on the head.
"That child is your aunt, how could she not be well?" She even winked at her son.
Yingying looked up at Zhang Xin, without saying a word.
Just couldn't help but look at the photo in his hand.
"Yingying, do you still remember this photo?" After asking, Zhang Xin felt a bit regretful, questioning what kind of question he had just asked.
"Remember." Yingying replied.
This should also be the first time speaking with them.
Zhang Xin placed the photo in Yingying's hand. "If you like it, you can have this photo, but not now. You have to wait until we finish our business."
Yingying nodded.
Zhang Xin's mother had already asked someone to find out where Yingying's parents were buried, and it was less than half an hour's drive from here.
This incident caused quite a stir back then, so Yingying's parents' burial site is in a decent location.
When they arrived, Yingying followed behind them, heading towards the cemetery.
Zhang Xin looked at the two photos on the tombstone, identical to the ones he had seen before.
Yingying knelt down and started crying when she saw the photo on the tombstone.
"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much, I really miss you."
Perhaps children who lack affection mature early; Yingying was evidently more sensible than many other children of her age.
"Dad, Mom, why don't you come to pick me up? I don't want to live in someone else's house, boo hoo. Aunt often scolds and hits me. She also says that it's useless for girls to study, and she won't let me continue my education after I graduate from high school. Uncle argues with Aunt, but he leaves after the argument. I'm really so sad."
When the child had cried himself out, Zhang Xin finally spoke, "Do you still remember your father and mother?"
"Remember, I will never forget Mom and Dad in my lifetime. Thank you for bringing me to find them."
Zhang Xin looked at the tombstone, his voice somewhat tense, "Big sister, big brother, I've brought your child here. Please don't come looking for me anymore, okay? They say there's a divide between the living and the dead. I'm afraid if you come looking for me a few more times, my little life will be over. You wanted to see your daughter, and I've brought her too. Let's end our matters here, alright?"
Yingying is young, but her thoughts are even more meticulous.
"Big brother, have you seen my mom and dad?" She looked up at Zhang Xin with a puzzled expression.
Zhang Xin was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to respond.
"Can you take me to find my mom and dad?" Even though she knew her parents had already passed away, she still asked.
Mother Zhang also felt a bit distressed. The child wasn't living well at the relative's house, but she couldn't possibly bring the child back home.
No matter how bad others are, they are still family, while these people are strangers.
"Yingying, don't listen to his nonsense. If your parents are watching over you from heaven, they would definitely want you to study well so that you can choose your own life in the future."
Many times, when faced with the injustices of the world, we are powerless, and can only hope that our children will be strong.
Zhang Xin looked at his mother, "Mom, I want Dr. Wen to help Yingying."
Mother Zhang sighed and said no more.
Zhang Xin took out his phone and sent a message to Wen Ying.
A few minutes later, Zhang Xin looked at his mother, "Mom, Dr. Wen said that to completely resolve this matter, we need ten thousand yuan. I want to ask about my salary, can you give me ten thousand?"
"Foolish child!"
Mrs. Zhang directly transferred ten thousand to her son, and Zhang Xin, upon receiving it, immediately transferred it to Wen Ying.
Sitting on the bean bag chair, Wen Ying saw the ten thousand yuan credited to her account and squinted her eyes, "How should I make this work?"
"As long as the host provides reputation points, there's nothing that can't be solved! The system is omnipotent, as long as you can afford the price!"
"I remember the last time I opened a blind box, I got a skill that lets me fly and burrow into the ground, right? Today is the perfect time to give it a try."
Wen Ying took out a new stack of yellow paper, counted ten sheets, and put them in a plastic bag.
"Use the skill to soar through the sky and burrow into the earth."
Wen Ying finished her silent recitation, and all she saw was a flash of white light before her eyes. The plastic bag and yellow paper in front of her had vanished.
Zhang Xin stood in place, "Mom, Dr. Wen said the package will arrive soon. We can wait here, right?"
Originally, Mrs. Zhang, who had believed that Dr. Wen truly had skills, for the first time entertained a ridiculous thought after hearing those words.
Where is that Dr. Wen?
Where are they now?
Separated by such a distance, and we just communicated, you tell me you'll be here soon?
Could it be that this package was delivered by a private jet?
Absurd!