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Chapter 121 Missing Dad

Song Wanli also planned to plant some bamboo shoots on the open space to the left of the house. This place was sheltered from the wind, sunny, and damp, which was perfect for the growth of bamboo.

The transplanted bamboo can be used in two years. Bamboo grows quickly and reproduces rapidly, which can save a lot of money in the future.

Song Wanli regretted not arguing with Qian Yaozu sooner; otherwise, the bamboo would have grown into a forest by now. Later, he consulted someone else and transplanted bamboo on both sides of the road on the right side, waiting for it to grow so that they could have enough bamboo from their own garden. His grandmother, Qian Shuzhen, also thought it was a good idea; there was a dam on the other side of the road, and with so many children in the family, it would be good to have it blocking the view.

Song Wanli said that planting bamboo could effectively block negative energy while not hindering the entry of positive energy. He also taught the children not to plant bamboo in front of the door or trees behind the house… Song Mingxiang and the others weren't interested in listening to all that; they just wanted to know if there were bamboo shoots to dig in the spring. Then the topic veered off course, and Mu Zhiyuan insisted that he be invited to join them for bamboo shoot digging in the spring…

Ting Nan didn't participate in the discussion; who doesn't know about bamboo shoots after a spring rain? She doesn't like them. Right now, she's humming a newly learned English song on her way back from Master Gao's house.

Today, her master sparred with her, and she's reached a new level. Hehehe... Her master praised her...

"Hey, Xingxing, what are you doing here?" Ting Nan was surprised to find a person lying in the hollow of the mountain.

“Brother Nan!” It was Song Xingyue from the same village. She was Nan’s classmate in fourth grade, and she was now in fifth grade.

"Xingxing, what's wrong? Why are you here all alone?"

“I’m often here; it’s quiet.”

This tea plantation is also a nearby cemetery. Song Xingyue often comes here.

"Do you miss your father?" Ting Nan asked. Song Xingyue's father had passed away more than three years ago.

"Brother Nan, if you're free, could you sit with me for a while?" Song Xingyue asked.

"Great!" Ting Nan plopped down, then lay down, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling quite comfortable.

"Brother Nan, do you miss your father?"

"Ok?"

"I mean, do you miss your biological father?" Everyone in the village knows that Song Tingnan is Song Wanli's niece.

“Dad? I wasn’t even a year old when he passed away. All I remember is his name, and then there’s the tombstone that was erected not long ago.”

"I'm sorry, Brother Nan! I..."

"It's okay, are you missing your dad?"

“Yes, if only Dad were here, he loved me and Mom so much; if he were still here, that person wouldn’t keep coming to our house, Mom…” Song Xingyue couldn’t continue, but Nan understood what she meant.

There were rumors circulating in the village that Song Xingyue's mother, Gu Zhaodi, had hooked up with a man from a neighboring village. The man's wife had been bedridden for years, and his son was a wealthy businessman who had built a house and hired caregivers.

This man and Xingyue's mother became entangled in this affair. His son didn't say anything, sometimes even giving her money and treating Xingyue well, like a younger sister. But Song Xingyue resisted. She couldn't forget her father and felt that her mother's actions were immoral and a betrayal of him. Every time that man came in, she would hide away.

"That man is here again?" Ting Nan asked tentatively.

Song Xingyue said angrily, "Yeah, here we go again. My mom wants me to go buy some meat. Humph, I'm not going, and I'm not going back. I'll let him starve!"

"Alright, let him starve to death!"

"Ok!"

After a while, Ting Nan felt a little hungry. Since she started practicing martial arts, her appetite had increased considerably. Today's sparring session with her master had been quite taxing. "Xingxing, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm full from anger."

"Okay, let's lie down for a while longer. When we get hungry, we'll go to my house together. It's the weekend, and my godmother is coming over. She's probably bought some delicious food again. My aunt's braised pork is getting better and better. It's shiny and not greasy at all. My mouth is watering."

"Hiss..." A sound of swallowing came from the side. "Brother Nan, stop talking, let's go back!"

"Hahaha... Okay, let's go home and eat meat!" Ting Nan pulled Song Xingyue along.