Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 659 Young Man Admires 4

There was almost no light in the room, except for a small hole in the wall that was artificially carved, which let in fresh air and a little light.

Ordinary families use places like this to store coal and pile up miscellaneous items in the winter.

Lingyao just stood in the narrow aisle between the two beds and looked around.

The two brothers Zhang Dingyu and Zhang Dingrui were standing in the corner. The older one's face looked as if covered by a layer of black veil, while the younger one was holding the corner of his brother's clothes tightly with nervousness and a little fear.

If you don’t know, you might think Lingyao is a human trafficker.

After turning around, Lingyao fixed her eyes on the book placed beside Zhang Dingyu's bed.

It was a stack of textbooks. They were not covered with book covers, but they were well protected. The covers looked as good as new, and you could tell how much the owner cherished the books.

There are a few notebooks in the book, not the kind sold in bookstores.

Instead, they are of different sizes, with different horizontal lines and even a few sheets of English notebook paper and grid paper mixed in the middle, and they are just glued together with glue.

It should be made by picking up other people's unused and leftover notebooks and gluing together the blank, unwritten pages.

The words on it were very neat, and each stroke was firm and powerful, just like his dark, determined eyes.

Zhang Dingyu saw her pick up his books and notebooks, and his tightly clenched lips moved, but in the end he suppressed them and said nothing.

After Lingyao flipped through two books, she suddenly turned to look at him.

"Zhang Dingyu, do you want to come with me?"

In one word, it was like a thunderclap that exploded on the ground, causing Zhang Dingyu's brain to short-circuit.

But after the bomb, only ruins were left. After a long period of silence and a short circuit in his brain, Zhang Dingyu finally returned to normal.

He hadn't had water for so long that his throat felt like it had been pierced by sand: "I don't want to."

Lingyao was a little surprised, but didn't ask why, but instead said.

"Did Zhang Qinghe's family take the money my father and his family earned over the years?"

Zhang Dingyu remained silent, obviously still immersed in the shock just now and didn't want to talk.

Lingyao had no choice but to say: "You just need to say yes or no."

Zhang Dingyu opened her lips: "Yes."

"They also used the money and things we brought with us, right?"

"Yes."

"If you don't pay and leave, they will attack you, right?"

"…Yes."

"From what I know, this house was built for your family by the village chief when your father was a soldier. Do you still need to knock on the door when you return home?"

This time Zhang Dingyu's tone was a little difficult, and a little bitter: "Yes."

Lingyao glanced at him and said the last sentence.

"I heard that you don't want to study anymore and want to go out to work, right?"

These words instantly hit the young man's sore spot. He felt as if he had been hit by a thorn, his face turned pale, and his clenched teeth made his cheeks even more angular.

He said nothing, nor did he reply "yes" again.

Although Zhang Dingrui next to him was not very old, he could understand every word Lingyao said. He had already started crying on the spot. Perhaps it was because he was not allowed to cry out loud since he was a child. He covered his mouth with his little hands while crying.

He let the tears roll into the black gaps between his fingers that had just been used to shell beans, but he couldn't avoid a few cries leaking out from between his fingers.

Zhang Dingyu felt that his brother's crying was like he was crying for him.

Like cutting meat with a blunt knife, it cut back and forth on his heart.

Lingyao then continued to speak.

The tone was apparently calm, but it felt like a knife stabbing Zhang Dingyu's heart.

"So why don't you want to come with me?"

"Do you want to live in this mountain for the rest of your life, Zhang Dingyu?"

"This is your only chance. Do you think you can earn money to study by your own ability? Have you ever thought that as long as your brother is here, you will never be able to leave here within ten years, because Zhang Qinghe is your guardian. Without his permission, you can never take your brother away."

Lingyao calmly laid out the facts in front of Zhang Dingyu, completely shattering his original naive idea.

Zhang Dingyu choked up. He felt his eye sockets getting sore unconsciously. A boiling hot liquid slid down the corners of his eyes and rolled into the corners of his tightly clenched lips. He tasted salty.

What can he do, what else can he do!

He can't study every day because he has housework to do, so he gets up two hours earlier than others.

He didn't dare turn on the lights at night for fear of being scolded for wasting electricity, so he secretly bought an oil lamp. He studied hard because his teacher told him that knowledge can change his destiny.

He ranked first in his grade and secretly saved up tuition fees, hoping to go to high school and take the college entrance examination. In the future, he would make money and take his brother away to have a home of his own.

But now everything has become a delusion. Without Zhang Qinghe's consent, he will never be able to go to college.

The woman in front of him said she wanted to take him away.

Someone once told him this. They were a couple who said they would sponsor his schooling because he had excellent grades and let him study in the county town.

But after less than two weeks, the couple had a quarrel and he and his brother became their unified venting buckets. In the end, they were sent back here, back to Taiping Village.

From then on, Zhang Dingyu swore that he would never trust anyone again, nor would he rely on anyone again.

But he can endure any hardship, he just wants to study.

And now, he had no choice but to go with her.

Zhang Dingyu's lips, which were so dry that they were peeling and white, moved for a long time before he squeezed out three words from his throat.

"My brother..."

Lingyao knew what he meant and continued, "Of course he's with you."

Zhang Dingyu was speechless, but she still had a question: "Why are you helping me?"

This beautiful and unattainable woman looked at him with a look he couldn't understand.

It’s not that he couldn’t understand it, but Zhang Dingyu didn’t dare to understand it.

He actually saw in her cold eyes a kind of love and pampering for him that he didn't know the reason for.

This was so strange, so strange that Zhang Dingyu felt that the warm color was just his illusion.

Only her still clear voice brought him back to reality: "You will know later."

Zhang Dingyu wanted to ask her how she planned to solve the custody issue, but before she could ask, Peng Peng knocked on the door.

Huang Xiaofang was shouting and making a fuss that robbers had come to her house and that the desperadoes not only wanted to rob her but also wanted to kill her entire family, which attracted a lot of curious people to watch the show.

Someone even went to invite the village chief.

At this time, the village chief knocked on the door: "Dingyu Dingrui, is everything ok in the house? Your aunt said that there are criminals in the house and she is about to call the police. Please open the door..."

Before the village chief finished his words, the door was pushed open from the inside out, and the villagers who were standing outside the door and looking out to watch the show took a step back in fear.

They were afraid that the "desperadoes" in the house would come out and stab them.

When they saw clearly who opened the door, the few curious young men who were rushing in the front immediately exclaimed.

"What kind of robbers are these, beautiful lady? Come and rob us when you have time!"

He is just like a young boy who liked to shout loudly to attract the attention of pretty girls when he was a teenager.