After breakfast, Qin Yu followed Qin Zhen with his little bundle on his back and got into the car.
Qin Zhen glanced at the person who sat silently in the passenger seat, "What’s the matter, can’t bear to leave home?"
Qin Yu didn’t speak.
Seeing him like this, Qin Zhen clicked his tongue.
"Weren’t you thirteen? When I was your age, I was already the king of the kids, never cried when I left home."
Unable to help himself, Qin Yu retorted, "That’s because you always had a home." Isn’t it all about playing when you’re neither starved nor lacking anything?
When Qin Zhen heard this, he wanted to immediately retort: Weren’t your elder brother and little sister your family before?
Somehow... when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back down.
Because he remembered that he and his siblings had a tough childhood and were bullied by others.
At least he had never worried about money or gone hungry.
After a silence, he changed the subject, "This time you’re going, you’ll be able to make a lot of friends."
Qin Yu wasn’t convinced; he was going there to train himself, not to make friends.
...
Madam Rong felt somewhat melancholy after sending the person off.
Suddenly without Qin Yu, she felt the home lacked its usual bustle.
Qin Ye’s gaze brushed past, "Mom, didn’t you say you were going to buy meat? I’ll go with you."
Madam Rong, hearing this, didn’t have time to wallow in her thoughts anymore.
"Right, I’m going to buy meat. If I’m late, there won’t be any left. You don’t need to come with me; I can manage on my own."
She decided to ride the tricycle her son-in-law had fixed for her.
It was also perfect for carrying a good amount of stuff.
"Qin, you don’t need to worry about these things. It’s still early; you can go back to sleep."
Qin Ye couldn’t go back to sleep after his mother-in-law left.
He swept the entire yard from the inside out.
And he needed to think about how to make money during the recent days.
He couldn’t spend all this time at home.
Besides, even when he would go to university, he had to find time to make money, he couldn’t just sit back and consume his resources.
His wife was working so hard; he definitely couldn’t suffice with doing nothing.
Of course, there was something that needed to be dealt with right now... Thinking of last night’s potted plant, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Rong Yan woke up but didn’t find Qin Ye.
So she asked her dad, who was planting vegetables, "Dad, haven’t you seen Qin Ye?"
"I haven’t. He’s probably gone to buy groceries with your mom," Rong Wenming said without lifting his head, focused on his small vegetable patch.
The seeds were newly bought from outside.
Hearing this, Rong Yan didn’t think much of it.
She went straight to the kitchen and ate something casually.
Then she returned to her room, picked up the things she had prepared, and went to find Qin Mei because she was starting to teach Qin Mei how to paint today.
"Sister-in-law," Qin Mei’s eyes sparkled; she was already sitting there waiting.
"Look at this, what I brought you," Rong Yan placed the items on the table.
Qin Mei’s expression was excited, "Thank you, sister-in-law."
Rong Yan enjoyed seeing her happy, "There’s no need to thank me. Take these things out first. In a moment, I’ll start with the basics."
She knew beforehand that Qin Mei was exceptionally sensitive to colors; hence, she decided to teach her traditional Chinese painting.

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