I Become A Burdensome Child After Transmigrating

"nothing."

"Don't say anything?" Song Wanqiu's eyes fell on the bruises on the corner of his mouth, and he directly pierced: "Look at you, why are you hurt here? Did you fight with someone? You won't tell me if I don't ask you."

She found out during dinner in the evening, looking forward to him being able to tell her. But he just lowered his head and ate silently without saying anything.

He always likes to keep things in his heart, and when Xiaojiu is not around, he seems to have changed back to the taciturn and unsmiling child before.

When her mother asked, Rong Si could only tell her the matter. He pursed his lower lip and said coldly, "They hit me first."

Song Wanqiu sat down beside him and looked at him distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Why fight?"

"They robbed me." Rong Si clenched the pen in his hand, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

"What is so important for you to fight them?"

Speaking of this, Rong Si's eyes flickered, as if a little embarrassed.

Song Wanqiu thought of something, smiled and said, "Let my mother guess, it should be something from little sister Xiaojiu?"

Rong Si was even more embarrassed, and replied in a low voice, "Yeah."

The two boys in the class wanted to snatch the postcard that he had put in the book. It was bought at the village market by sister Xiaojiu when she was recording the show, and later gave him one.

He cherished it all the time, took it with him, took it out from time to time, and told himself that he also had friends, and there were children who liked him.

So if others want to steal it, he will never allow it.

Song Wanqiu sighed and said helplessly, "Although my mother understands that you don't want the things that Sister Xiaojiu gave to be taken away, but don't fight with people, if you get hurt, your mother will be very distressed."

Rong Si nodded.

"Also, why don't you rest so late?" Song Wanqiu asked again.

Rong Si lowered his eyes, looked at the exercise book in front of him, and said with a hint of firmness in his tone: "I want to go to university quickly, I heard that there is a scholarship."

Song Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly became sour.

How old is he, thinking about sharing the burden for the family?

"Hasn't my mother found a job? As a clerk in a unit, the salary is enough for the two of us to live. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Rong Si is unconvinced.

It was impossible for him not to put pressure on himself, saying that he wanted to let his mother live the best life, and that he had to deal with that bastard Rong Cheng. And Qiao Man, he will not let it go.

The most important thing is that he wants to marry Xiaojiu sister.

Sister Xiaojiu's cute smiling face appeared in her mind, and she heard Song Wanqiu's gentle voice, "Dear, rest early, not too late, okay?"

"Yeah." Rong Si replied obediently, and then said, "Mom, when the summer vacation is over, can I go see Sister Xiaojiu?"

Song Wanqiu laughed again, "Okay, mom will take you back. Otherwise, you're going to suffer from lovesickness."

Although he had never heard of lovesickness, he literally knew what it meant. Rong Si's ears warmed, and he hurriedly lowered his head and continued to do the question, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

Song Wanqiu snickered, rubbed his hair, and told him to go to bed earlier before leaving the room.

After she went out, Rong Si raised his head and looked at the calendar in the corner of the desk. It's still mid-March, and there are still three or four months before the summer vacation.

Although it was long, he had already begun to look forward to it.

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