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Chen Jia twisted her fingers nervously, waiting for Fang Yu's answer.
The boy furrowed his dark eyebrows and stared at her with his eyes wide open, "I'm not your dad, how would I know?"
Chen Jia is not giving up, "Do your uncle and aunt argue every time you get into trouble?"
Fang Yu is disdainful, "Do you think I'm you, always causing trouble for the adults?"
Chen Jia's eyes quickly darkened, and she wrapped herself in a towel like a sea cucumber, motionless and silent. Fang Yu poked her a few times but got no response.
Feeling bored, he went downstairs to find Jiang Mo, only to learn that Chen Jia had asked him the same question yesterday.
"Jia Jia's parents seem to be getting a divorce. They have been arguing for several days in a row," Jiang Mo told Fang Yu.
"No way," Fang Yu didn't believe it.
Chen Jia's father is a senior engineer in the institute, graduated from a prestigious university, speaks in a gentle manner, and doesn't seem to have a bad temper at all.
"Could it be because Chen Jia burned Jiang Can's face?" Fang Yu is very suspicious.
Jiang Mo frowned and looked over, while Fang Yu touched his nose.
"Anyway, Chen Jia is just a coward. My parents argue and talk about divorce, but it'll be fine in a few days."
Although that's the case, they still feel uncomfortable seeing Chen Jia like this, so they have to find a way to make her happier.
That afternoon, after waking up from her nap, Chen Jia was called downstairs by Jiang Mo, with the imprint of the bamboo mat still on her face.
There is a pile of snacks on the coffee table by the door, all of which are Chen Jia's favorites. Fang Yu's Nintendo game console is plugged into Jiang Mo's TV, set to the level she last played.
"Ah Yu."
She looked at Fang Yu in surprise. She clearly remembered him saying that the game console was out of power and needed to be taken to Hong Kong for recharging. How could he be playing it now?
"Do you want some coconut juice?" Jiang Mo handed over a glass of iced coconut juice. Chen Jia took a sip, and the charging issue was instantly forgotten.
Fang Yu pulled her up and made her sit down, then placed the game controller in her hand and peeled a piece of candy, saying, "Open your mouth—"
Chen Jia held the candy in her mouth, her eyes turning into two crescent moons.
After eating, drinking, and playing for an afternoon, Chen Jia the child is fully revived and happy again.
The happiness of children is always so simple.
The sky darkened, Fang Yu's mother shouted downstairs for Fang Yu to come home for dinner, while Jiang Mo escorted Chen Jia upstairs.
Chen Jia slowly climbed the stairs and inserted the key into the lock. As the iron gate opened, that heavy sense of fear seized her once again.
As soon as her head drooped, Jiang Mo's hand suddenly reached out and rested on her shoulder.
Turning around, the boy's dark eyes looked at her earnestly.
"Jia Jia, if they keep bothering you, come down and I'll keep you company."
On August 30th, the last Saturday before school started, Chen Jia turned seven.
Birthday is Chen Jia's favorite day, because on this day she can openly ask for gifts and eat good food, and her parents will also eat cake and blow candles with her.
But this year, her mother's company is taking inventory, and as an accountant, she can't leave. So, her father will accompany Chen Jia first, and her mother will make up for the gifts when she comes back.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart."
Dad kissed her cute little face, lit the birthday candles, and just as Chen Jia was about to make a wish with her eyes closed, the doorbell suddenly rang.
It's Chen Jia's uncle, Chen Fangming.
He hurried in, didn't even change his slippers, and pulled Dad into the corner to whisper.
Chen Jia opened his eyes wide and saw his father's face change strangely from a distance. His brows tightened and then relaxed, and then tightened again. Finally, he went into the house and took a small red cloth bag before leaving with his uncle.
"Jia Jia, wait for Dad to come back to cut the cake, don't tell Mom that Uncle came over."
Chen Jia knew that Mom really didn't like Uncle, afraid that they would argue, so she quickly agreed.
At three thirty in the afternoon, Chen Jia sat on a wooden stool, listening to the sound of the ceiling fan, her gaze turning to the emerald green gauze window, where a small bug was squeezing its head to desperately crawl into the grid.
The cream on the cake has melted away, the food in the bowl has turned darker, and Chen Jia doesn't know what's going on. She doesn't feel hungry at all.
She jumps off the stool, lies down on the bamboo mat in the bedroom, and covers her face with the new towel her mother got from work.
I don't know how long it had been when a loud noise startled her awake.
Chen Jia ran to the door and saw her mother standing by the fallen table with disheveled hair, and vegetables scattered all over the floor.
"Chen Qiming If you don't get the money back today, I'll take your daughter to jump into the river!"
Mom glared with bloodshot eyes, panting like a fish out of water.
Dad sat on the ground, holding his head. The living room was a mess, everything that could be knocked over was knocked over. Mom ran into the bedroom, wailing, and lifted a stool in her hand.
"What kind of life is this—"
The dressing mirror shattered with a crash. Chen Jia was so scared that she couldn't utter a sound.
"A whole family of wicked hearts and rotten livers, how are they not struck by lightning—"
The radio also fell to the ground.
In the sound of shattering, Dad grabbed Mom's arm and slapped her hard.
When Jiang Mo heard the commotion and came up, Chen Jia was sitting on the ground, already crying uncontrollably.
"Jia Jia."
Jiang Mo supported Chen Jia's shoulder, and Chen Jia threw herself into his arms, trembling all over. " Momo, what should I do? My mother jumped into the river..."
Night falls, three children crouch in the weeds by the Han River, mosquitoes buzzing around them. Chen Jia sniffles and quietly wipes his runny nose on Fang Yu's body. Fang Yu scratches the mosquito bites on his legs, pretending not to notice.
"Chen Jia, are you sure your mom wants to jump into the river here?"
Chen Jia was completely bewildered, "I don't know."
"It's so late, has your mom already jumped off?"
Chen Jia was about to cry again, but was interrupted by Jiang Mo's calm voice: "Jia Jia, why are uncle and auntie arguing?"
Chen Jia sniffed and said, "Grandma asked Dad to lend twenty thousand to Uncle to open a restaurant. Mom said... Uncle hasn't paid back his previous debts, so he definitely won't be able to pay back this time. She doesn't want to live anymore."
The boys looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort Chen Jia.
For them, five cents can buy hot dry noodles and a soda, and one dollar is enough to buy a pair of ninja turtle nunchucks. Twenty thousand dollars is really a lot.
And Chen Jia's mom is the most frugal mom in the yard, they don't understand why Uncle Chen is so generous.
"Momo Ayu, what should we do if my family goes bankrupt?"
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