Chapter 778: 202: Direct confrontation, what is her na? _1 Chapter 778: 202: Direct confrontation, what is her na? _1 Typically, beautiful people have always had a knack for making lasting impressions.
Wu Yanyun couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity with the pretty young lady standing in front of her. Before she could gather her thoughts, Ni Yang initiated: “Yanyun, do we know each other from sowhere?”
Standing slightly shorter than Ni Yang, Wu Yanyun tethered sowhere around five feet four, her body thin, her complexion sowhat yellow from what could be attributed to long periods of malnutrition, which also seed to have tinged her hair the sa shade of yellow.
Her features were distinct, her big eyes full of life and animated, almost as though they were capable of speech.
In the almost-May weather, she was still wearing a quilted cotton jacket, evidently indicative of her family’s dire economic situation.
Wu Yanyun had not expected such friendly and warm behavior from the young lady. She didn’t seem to mind Yanyun’s dirty appearance, and suddenly, it hit Yanyun, “You were the one riding the bike on the street that day, right?”
Once Yanyun said this, Ni Yang started to rember, “Yes, yes, yes! That’s right! Did you get injured then?”
During that occasion, Wu Yanyun had left in such a rush that Ni Yang hadn’t been able to ascertain whether she had been injured or not.
Wu Yanyun smiled and replied, “No, I’m all right. Your bike didn’t even touch last ti.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Visibly surprised, Han Xiaoyu questioned, “Yangyang, you and Yanyun know each other?”
Ni Yang explained the entire incident to Han Xiaoyu, laughing as she recounted their strange eting.
Han Xiaoyu nodded, “Oh, so that’s what happened.”
Wu Yanyun did have chores to do back ho and could not stay for too long. After a brief chat, she prepared to depart, “Xiaoyu, Yangyang, I should get going.”
Han Xiaoyu continued, “Oh, by the way, Yanyun, when will you start school?”
At her words, Wu Yanyun wore a dispirited look on her face, “My mom just had another baby, I can’t leave the house for a while. I have no clue when I’ll be able to attend school…”
Han Xiaoyu chose not to say anything more, but asked her to wait a mont, “Wait here. I’ll be back.”
“All right.” Wu Yanyun gave a nod.
Han Xiaoyu ran back into the house and returned shortly after with a red plastic bag, “Yanyun, this is for you.”
The bag contained a few leftover pancakes from breakfast and two oranges.
Wu Yanyun declined right away, “Xiaoyu, I cannot accept this. You should take it back.”
Han Xiaoyu insisted, “Keep it. We can’t finish it all anyway. Don’t hesitate. Just take it. You should head back now. Your baby brother might start crying again.”
“Then, thank you Xiaoyu.” In those tis, no one was wealthy enough. Han Xiaoyu’s generosity touched Wu Yanyun deeply.
After Wu Yanyun had left, Han Xiaoyu shared Yanyun’s dostic conditions with Ni Yang.
Wu Yanyun’s father was disabled and could only perform so manual labor. Despite her mother’s competence, a woman having so many children left her crushed under the burden of life.
Wu Yanyun’s family was, therefore, in a very bad situation.
That’s why Wu Yanyun was still wearing a quilted cotton jacket even in mid-May.
Regardless of the era, there are always the rich and the poor. Equality of wealth always remains an unfeasible dream.
Ni Yang was left sighing after hearing this.
On returning ho, Wu Yanyun found her two brothers playing in the mud and the other one sleeping soundly in his crib.
Her two brothers, 9 and 7 respectively, were both of school-going age but unable to attend due to their family circumstances. How could Wu Yanyun burden her mother with the need for her own education?
Wu Yanyun divided the three oranges into five parts.
For her father, her mother, her two brothers, and her grandmother.
“Big sis, where’d you get these oranges? They are so sweet! Delicious!” Her elder brother, Wu Dalong, swallowed all his share in one gulp.
Her younger brother, Wu Erlong, looked at the three pieces of orange in his hand and imdiately offered them to Wu Yanyun, “Big sis, I don’t like sour food. I won’t eat it, but you can have it.”
He wanted to keep the oranges for his older sister because when there were good things, she always thought of them first while going without herself.
Wu Yanyun patted Wu Erlong’s little head, smiling, “You have it. Big sis has already eaten. These oranges aren’t sour. They are sweet.”
“Big sis, you should have it. I don’t feel like eating them.” Wu Erlong showed a reluctant face.
Wu Yanyun understood her little brother’s sentint, “Eat it soon, or I will give it to Dalong.”
On hearing that he could have another piece of orange, Wu Dalong’s eyes lit up with excitent.
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