Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Six-year-old Jiang Han walked to his mother's house, where his mother and stepfather were also having a reunion dinner. There were three children, the two older ones were his stepfather's, and the younger one was his mother and stepfather's. On the table was meat, which he had not eaten for a long time. It exuded an enticing aroma that made him drool.

But he didn't get to eat the meat. His mother wouldn't let him into the house. She just stuffed a dime into his pocket and told him to go home quickly and not come again.

He hid outside the door with the dime, watching his mother lovingly pick up his half-brother and feed him, while his stepfather picked up meat for the two older children. The family was warm and happy, and his arrival seemed like an inconspicuous drop of water that did not splash anything.

Jiang Han will never forget this day for the rest of his life. He spent the New Year's Eve of that year hungry and never spent that dime. In the years that followed, whenever he wanted to give up, he would take out that dime to motivate himself.

If he doesn't work hard, he will always be looked down upon by others, including his own mother.

Jiang Han didn't tell Lang Yue much about the tragic experiences of his childhood and youth. He had his self-esteem.

This time he went back to his hometown to relocate his father's grave. He received a call from his hometown saying that the government was building a road that passed by his father's grave and it had to be moved.

In recent years, Jiang Han has returned to his hometown every year, one to pay homage to his father, and the other to visit some elders in the village.

Everyone in the village was poor at that time, and no one had extra food, but they still saved some food to help him, otherwise he would have starved to death.

As for his biological mother, he never looked for her since she was turned away on New Year's Eve.

When Jiang Han is not at home, Lang Yue often comes to Xia Qingqing's house for free meals.

After finishing sketching in the park that day, Langyue sent Xiaoyu home and had a meal with him.

Langyue now has a rosy complexion and his asthma has not attacked for a long time. In the past, he would have an attack as soon as he was exposed to cold wind in winter, but now, even if he is outside in the cold wind for a whole day, he will be fine.

Xia Qingqing remembered that Lang Yue had an accident in her previous life, which was in March of the next year.

The cause of death is unknown, but the most popular rumor is that he committed suicide because he could not get the love he wanted.

Xia Qingqing doesn't believe this statement at all. Lang Yue and Jiang Han have a good relationship and it is impossible for them to be unable to love each other.

The most crucial point is that Lang Yue is a devout Christian and he would never commit suicide.

The Bible says that suicide is an unforgivable sin and one will go to hell after death.

There must have been other reasons for Lang Yue’s death in the previous life.

"Sister, can you help me pick three?"

Xiaoyu held a pile of paintings and asked Xia Qingqing to help him choose.

Xiaoyu now can no longer be called a little guy. He has grown a lot taller, the baby fat on his face has faded, his facial contours have become three-dimensional, his eyebrows and eyes have become more delicate, and he is a beautiful boy with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. Langyue and Jiang Han both like to let him be a model and have painted many portraits of Xiaoyu.

Moreover, Xiaoyu can now speak clearly and can speak in long sentences. As long as the questions are not too profound, he can answer them well. It is hard to tell that he is different from normal children.

"What's the point of picking three?"

Xia Qingqing took the painting and asked with a smile.

"I can put up three paintings at Teacher Jiang's exhibition."

Xiaoyu smiled so well that his eyes were curved. Both teachers praised his painting skills and said they wanted to show it to more people. He was so happy.

"How come my little fish is so powerful!"

Xia Qingqing was also very happy and couldn't help but hug his face and kiss him on both sides.

Xiaoyu blushed and said shyly, "Sister, I'm grown up now, you can't kiss me."

"Then give it a few pinches."

Xia Qingqing smiled and pinched the flesh on his face, just like when they were children. Unfortunately, after Xiaoyu grew up, the flesh on his face had decreased a lot, and it didn't feel as good as before.

"Eat more and there will be no fat on your face."

Xia Qingqing pinched her face a few times in dissatisfaction. Her originally round and smooth face was so easy to pinch. Now her face looked good, but it was not practical. She didn't know where to start.

"Oh."

Xiaoyu agreed obediently and prepared to eat three bowls of rice in the evening.

Xia Qingqing selected carefully, but she felt that every painting was so beautiful that it would be a pity to discard any of them.

"What did your teacher Lang say?"

Xia Qingqing was so exhausted from choosing that she was ready to hand the job over to Lang Yue, as professional matters should be done by professionals.

"Teacher Lang lets you choose."

Just then Langyue came over, gnawing on a duck's claw in her hand, her mouth full of oil.

"I don't know how to paint, so I can't choose well. You choose."

Xia Qingqing waved at him.

"These ten are the ones I picked out. Each one is very good. Just pick three that you think are good."

Langyue didn’t come, so it was more important to eat the duck feet. Song Chunlan’s braised duck feet were delicious.

"Then let's take these three."

Xia Qingqing then felt relieved and picked out three pictures that she thought were good-looking.

Lang Yue glanced at them and said with satisfaction: "I said you have a good eye. I think these three are the best."

He then said to Xiaoyu, "When your teacher Jiang comes back, give him these three."

"Ok."

Xiaoyu nodded obediently and went upstairs to put the three paintings away separately.

Downstairs, Xia Qingqing and Lang Yue talked about Jiang Han and asked him when he would come back.

"The day after tomorrow, his father's grave has been moved. Tomorrow we will invite the whole village to a grave-moving feast. There are many rules in his hometown."

Lang Yue started to complain. He had accompanied Jiang Han back there once before, but had never been there again.

He could tolerate poverty and dirtiness, but he couldn't stand the rules in the village.

When he and Jiang Han went back, they lived in the house of Jiang Han's cousin. This cousin had taken care of Jiang Han before. In fact, he just gave him some food, but it was with this food that Jiang Han did not starve to death.

Therefore, Jiang Han was very grateful to this cousin. Every year when he returned to his hometown, he would stay at his cousin's house.

Lang Yue was very grateful to his cousin. He bought a lot of things when he visited his uncle and brought gifts to everyone in his family. However, after staying at his uncle's house for a few days, he found it really unbearable.

My cousin represents the vast majority of men in the village. They are mediocre and incompetent, but have extremely serious male chauvinism. They are supreme at home, and women and children are absolutely not allowed to disobey them.

For example, when it came to eating, on the first day he and Jiang Han went there, his aunt killed chickens and fish and was busy preparing a table of dishes. Jiang Han's two cousins, the older one was about ten years old and the younger one was seven or eight years old. They were both thin and small, and looked much younger than their actual age, but they had to take on a lot of housework.

Collecting firewood, cutting grass for pigs, feeding pigs and chickens, washing clothes, cooking, growing vegetables, etc. During the busy farming season, I also had to work in the fields.

My aunt is even busier. Although she is thin and small, she seems to have infinite energy. She gets up before dawn every day, making her the first one to get up in the family, and goes to bed late at night, making her the last one to go to bed.

In addition to housework, my aunt also has to work in the fields. During the slack season, she goes up the mountain to pick tea, carry bamboo, dig bamboo shoots, pick medicinal herbs and wild vegetables, dry them, and take them to the purchasing station to sell for money to supplement the family income.

During the few days Langyue stayed at his uncle's house, he never saw his aunt rest. She worked like a perpetual motion machine. On the contrary, his uncle would take a nap every day, or smoke and chat with the men in the village, which could be considered a rest.

He felt that the family was supported by his aunt, but his aunt, who played a major supporting role, had a very low status in the family and was not even qualified to sit at the table for meals.