Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 350 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 45

Old Fu really did carry his things to the station.

He didn't know how to sit, and he was too embarrassed to ask others along the way, so he sat in a corner of the station for several days.

People passing by looked at him strangely, but Old Fu kept a straight face and ate the steamed buns he had just bought.

He tried asking others, but the person replied impatiently. He got angry and, ignoring what the person said, walked away without looking back.

He doesn't owe that person anything. People these days really have no manners at all.

The staff still noticed Lao Fu.

"Uncle, are you lost?"

Old Fu kept his head down, his face stern, and remained silent.

He's been here for several days now, and these people don't care about him at all. They take the money but don't do anything for the people; they're nothing but parasites on society.

The staff asked Lao Fu for a long time before Lao Fu finally took pity on him and spoke up.

He told the staff where he wanted to go back, but his accent was too heavy for them to understand.

He can't write, so he can't communicate with them at all.

Several staff members came and went before they finally figured out which train ticket he wanted to buy.

He finally got on the bus, and the people next to him tried to talk to him, but he didn't even look at them, his face extremely arrogant.

He's different from these people.

The people around him, realizing they were making a fool of themselves, stopped talking to him.

Old Fu hasn't been home for so long, and Song Qin was able to hold it in at first, but now she's completely broken down.

How could she think he was just throwing a tantrum? She knew he had a terrible temper.

Fu Zhiyi was called out of class by her homeroom teacher halfway through.

"Fu Zhiyi, something happened at home, and your mother wants you to go home now." The homeroom teacher also looked puzzled.

Fu Zhiyi frowned. Had something major happened at home?

She didn't dare delay and immediately went home with her schoolbag on her back.

When she got home, Song Qin was sitting downstairs, sobbing uncontrollably, while other residents were comforting her.

"It's alright, he's a grown man, where can he possibly lose face?"

"That's right, I've heard of selling children and women, but I've never heard of selling men like this."

"Maybe he'll be back in a few days?"

When her aunt saw Fu Zhiyi standing not far away, she quickly called out, "Little sister is back. Quickly comfort your mother."

Song Qin's eyes were filled with tears. She staggered to her feet and tightly grasped Fu Zhiyi's hand: "Come on, let's go find your father now."

Fu Zhiyi didn't really want to go; she wanted to go back to school to study, since her grades were already not as good as others'.

“Mother, how could Father, a grown man, possibly get lost? Besides, he has money on him.”

Song Qin nearly fainted from anger upon hearing Fu Zhiyi's words. She cried out, "I know you don't like your father, but if something really happens to him, I won't live either!"

People nearby quickly intervened, saying, "Pah, pah, pah! What do you mean you're going to die? We'll definitely find it."

The man quickly pulled Fu Zhiyi over: "Little sister, listen to me, hurry up and go with your mother to find your father. Your father is your mother's lifeline."

Fu Zhiyi reluctantly followed Song Qin to find Old Fu.

Along the way, Song Qin shouted Lao Fu's name, and passersby looked at Song Qin, whose face was covered in tears, with surprise.

Fu Zhiyi followed Song Qin at a distance that was neither too close nor too far. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed, especially when other people's eyes were on them.

"Go ahead and shout! What's the use of following me?" Song Qin yelled at the person behind her.

Fu Zhiyi frowned: "Mom, this place is so big, how are we going to find it?"

Is it possible to just shout all the way through, like finding a needle in a haystack?

Tears streamed down Song Qin's face. She was both angry and anxious: "What are we going to do? Are we just going to give up looking for him? Fu Zhiyi, do you have any conscience at all? That's your father!"

She was panting heavily, her voice growing increasingly shrill: "I work so hard every day to feed and clothe you, and all you do is torment me!"

Her cries grew louder and louder until she almost screamed, "You all have no conscience! What did you do wrong? What did I do wrong? Tell me!"

Fu Zhiyi lowered her head, her fists clenched tightly.

She's such an ingrate again. Besides her, is there anyone else in this family who understands her?

Old Fu never respected her; he either ignored her or made sarcastic remarks.

The family's resources are almost entirely focused on Fu Ci. She's working so hard now, but in the end, won't the vast majority of the money still go to Fu Ci?

Song Xianyin has only ever cared about herself. When Song Qin had back pain and was washing clothes for Lao Fu, Song Xianyin didn't even look at her. Only Fu Zhiyi helped her wash Lao Fu's clothes!

When she and Lao Fu argued, it was always Fu Zhiyi who mediated; when she argued with Fu Ci and Song Xianyin, it was always Fu Zhiyi who comforted her; whenever she complained, no one in the family listened to her except Fu Zhiyi, and only Fu Zhiyi understood her.

Every time she gave things to Fu Ci, Song Xianyin would make a scene. Did she ever make a scene?

All the pent-up grievances welled up at that moment, and Fu Zhiyi felt her whole body trembling. She almost shouted with all her might, "What did I do wrong! Why don't you let this good-for-nothing die? What did I do wrong to have such a useless father! What did I do wrong to be born into your family!"

Passersby looked at them and went around them.

Song Qin stared at her blankly, tears streaming down her face like pearls.

Fu Zhiyi's voice trembled. She always looked at her with that kind of gaze. Did she know that she would soften her heart, so she kept tormenting her?

She never said these things to Song Xianyin and Fu Ci, perhaps because she knew they wouldn't care.

"I'm the one who loves you the most, so why do you always hurt me like this? Aren't I your child?!"

Fu Zhiyi choked up, crying so hard she could barely breathe.

Both of them remained silent, and Fu Zhiyi's eyes were swollen from crying.

It's very late now, and there aren't many people on the street; it's very quiet.

Fu Zhiyi regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking. She knew that what she had just said was hurtful, but she was too proud to apologize.

She shouldn't have spoken to her mother like that. She supported the family on her own and sent her to a school in the city. She is the most remarkable woman in the world, yet she just cursed her with such vicious words.

Fu Zhiyi's tears flowed freely, overwhelmed by guilt.

Song Qin walked alongside her. The roadside was extremely dark. The two walked to the end of the street.

"Are you hungry? I'll cook you noodles when we get home," Song Qin suddenly said.

If you didn't hear her hoarse voice, you would think that nothing had happened between the two of them.

Fu Zhiyi suddenly broke down. Her throat tightened, her sobs became uncontrollable, and her body trembled as she cried, "Mother..."

Really sorry……