Wen Ying felt that twitching the corners of her mouth seemed somewhat unbecoming, so she restrained the impulse.
That a fox can write is already a miracle of the world, so why demand that its writing be beautiful?
Many people's handwriting looks like ants have crawled over it.
Wen Ying quickly adjusted her attitude.
"Xiaobai, if you like writing, set aside some time every day to practice your calligraphy."
Her words were quite tactful and shouldn't have hurt Xiaobai's self-esteem.
Originally writing, Xiao Bai paused when he heard Wen Ying's words. Hiss, a tear appeared on the paper.
Xiao Bai's face was full of resistance!
It wanted to refuse!
Can it refuse?
Why practice calligraphy even after becoming a fox?
It's not even human, why should it study or practice writing!
When it was at home as a child, Fox Dad and Fox Mom always made it learn this and that, and it was already very tired.
This nap only lasted a few decades, so why still practice calligraphy?
Wah wah wah, I just want to cry.
It really doesn't like practicing calligraphy, doesn't like studying, it just wants to play!
It's still so small, why does it have to endure all this?
Forget it, I should repay the favor first.
Wen Ying looked at the crooked characters and finally managed to recognize them, "You mean, back then, something was causing trouble at the landlady's house? Her son didn't really want to leave home? He was provoked? Left in a fit of anger, sulking with himself? The landlady cared too much about her son, which put too much pressure on him?"
Although it was intermittent and the sentences were somewhat disjointed, Wen Ying basically understood the overall meaning.
This is very likely a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that has persisted for so many years.
"Xiaobai, this troublemaker, it shouldn't be you, right?" Wen Ying seemed to have thought of something and stared at Xiaobai as she asked.
Xiao Bai was a bit confused; it actually didn't quite remember what had happened before.
It really only woke up in the past two days.
At this moment, hearing its master ask this, it felt somewhat guilty.
Is it?
"Let's not talk about the past anymore. Let's look to the future. Go and get the landlady."
Xiaobai instantly placed the ballpoint pen on the table, jumped up, and with a thud, landed on the floor with a crash.
Forgotten, it had not yet regained its strength.
Stretching out his little paw to rub his small bottom, Little White got up and resignedly walked towards the clinic's exit.
Wen Ying looked at the boy in the photo. All these years, the landlady said he had only contacted his family once.
Judging by the face, not someone with a short life.
Ten minutes later, the landlady walked into the clinic, holding Little White in her arms.
The first thing Little White did upon entering the clinic was to jump out of the landlady's arms and run towards Wen Ying.
"Xiaoying, are you looking for me?"
The landlady didn't know what Wen Ying wanted, but when she saw the photo of her son on Wen Ying's table, she understood.
"You want to help me, right?"
"Auntie, that's what it means, but you need to pay first."
"How much?"
"One thousand."
The landlady unhesitatingly scanned the code and paid a thousand. She already owed Wen Ying a favor and had previously eaten the seemingly effective candy Wen Ying had given her.
He also took away a talisman paper.
Wen Ying also helped her resolve the matter with the household spirit. After all, if it were just her, she might still be somewhat afraid of offending this household spirit. Even if she didn't care about herself, she cared about this street.
Thinking this way, the landlady transferred another ten thousand yuan to Wen Ying, "Xiao Ying, consider this money as a reward for the help you gave me before. Don't refuse me, or I won't feel at ease."
Seeing that Wen Ying and the landlady had something to discuss, Little White, who had been nestled in Wen Ying's arms, slowly crawled out and squatted nearby, as if it were also a participant.
The landlady's curiosity had already passed, and knowing that the fox spirit was following Wen Ying, her heart was completely at ease.
"Xiaoying, about my son..." The landlady's eyes reddened as soon as she started speaking.
Xiaobai pulled a tissue from the box on the side, placed it in front of the landlady, and then squatted back to its spot.
The landlady couldn't help but chuckle. This feeling inexplicably made one want to laugh, but it wasn't the kind of laugh you get from a joke.
But she didn't know how to express her current emotions.
A bit complicated.
The landlady took out her phone and looked at that familiar number, the number she almost took out to look at every day.
But she hadn't dialed it for a year.
I still remember last time, dialing this familiar number, it was hung up on three times.
The message sent out had still not received any response.
"Auntie, don't be sad, he's fine."
The landlady smiled wryly and nodded; her son's safety was her greatest happiness.
"Since I've taken the money, I'll start working now," Wen Ying said, looking at the landlady. "Auntie, how much money did he take from home when he left?"
"More than twenty thousand. It was his first time going out, and I was afraid something might happen when I wasn't by his side, so I let him take all the family's savings with him."
"Did you have high hopes for him back then? The kind of hopes that he would become a great success."
The landlady heard this word, and the pain in her heart seemed to spread. "It's all my fault. As long as he is safe and sound, as long as he comes home, why did I want him to be outstanding? But I never hit or scolded him, nor did I ever engage in any of the cold violence mentioned online. Maybe my concern caused him a psychological burden."
The landlady spoke at length, and Wen Ying and Xiao Bai were both listeners.
When she finished, Wen Ying said, "Aunt, why not give him a call now?"
"He won't answer... He must hate me, his mother..."
"Want to give it a try?"
The landlady dialed that familiar string of numbers. She didn't hold out much hope, after all, she had almost gotten used to it.
But the sound of the connection process suddenly disappeared, and the other end of the phone was silent, a kind of silence.
It was the silence after the connection.
The landlady couldn't hold it in any longer, and tears streamed down her face.
"Jun Jun, are you... okay?"
Clearly, the words spoken by those closest to us seem to be entirely unfamiliar.
"Mom."
"Mom's here! Do you still have money? If you run out, you must tell Mom. If you need any help from Mom, you have to say so, understand?"
"Mom, I have a girlfriend."
The landlady heard this and suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere seeming to freeze.
This feeling is truly complex.
"I want to take her home to meet you," the son finally broke the silence.
"Alright, alright! When will you be back? I'll get things ready. What does your girlfriend like to eat, or does she have any particular habits? I'll prepare everything in advance."
This is the image of thousands of humble mothers in the world who love their sons.
Once again, there was silence from the other side. Wen Ying only noticed that the knuckles of the landlady's fingers had turned white from gripping so tightly. She was clearly very nervous, afraid that if she misspoke, she might not see her son for many years.
But after two minutes of silence, she heard the most beautiful word in the world, "Okay."
Watching the landlady cry and laugh at the same time, Wen Ying and Xiao Bai sat quietly beside her.
When the landlady hung up the phone-