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Yang Qianfan listened to her and felt relieved, smiling with curiosity as he asked,
"What is your dream? Can you tell me?"
"My dream is to become a doctor in the future. I want to be a good doctor! So this time, I'm planning to apply to Tongji Medical University," Zhu Hui said earnestly, then turned to him and asked, "What about you? Which university do you plan to apply to?"
Yang Qianfan thought for a moment and replied,
"I'm planning to apply to the Police Academy."
"The Police Academy? Do you want to be a police officer in the future?" Zhu Hui asked with wide eyes.
Yang Qianfan nodded slightly.
"Why?"
"Because I am a Hero!" Yang Qianfan said with a smile. He lowered his head for a moment, then seriously added, "In the future, I want to be a police officer, a good police officer, a true people's police officer."
"Yang Qianfan, you are so great! How can I not like you when you're so admirable!"
Yang Qianfan smiled without answering and continued walking forward with her. After a while, Zhu Hui was so happy that she began singing the "Children's League Song."
"Are you ready? Always ready! We are the Chinese Communist Children's League; the future belongs to us, di di da di da di di da di da..."
As she sang, she waved her hands in the air keeping rhythm, making Yang Qianfan laugh heartily.
"Zhu Hui, why do you always sing this song whenever you're happy?" Yang Qianfan asked in confusion.
“Do you really want to know?” Zhu Hui replied, teasingly building suspense.
“Mm!”
Zhu Hui hesitated for a moment, then let out a chuckle and said, “When I was in the third grade, I led our class to win first place in that year’s Student Choir Competition with this song. I still remember how I carried that huge trophy home.” Zhu Hui excitedly gestured in the air, recalling the size of the trophy.
“You’ve won so many awards; why do you keep reminiscing about a choir competition prize?”
“Because this award was like my first sunrise in life.”
“First sunrise?” Yang Qianfan was even more confused.
“I still remember that just before I won this award, I had made my grandmother furious.”
“You angered your fierce grandmother? You must have gotten quite a beating from her back then, right?”
“Yeah! She really laid into me; she even broke one of her plastic slippers while hitting me.”
“What on earth did you do to deserve such punishment from your grandmother?”
“I stole her secret stash of money and got caught red-handed.”
“What did you steal money for?”
“To buy a yo-yo!”
“Is that the yo-yo you mentioned last time?”
“Yeah!”
“No wonder you remember that yo-yo so vividly; no, it should be called unforgettable.” Yang Qianfan imagined the scene of her stealing money and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“My grandmother not only hit me but also scolded me, calling me a wild child, saying my parents must have three hands; otherwise, how could they have raised a child capable of such three-handed deeds?”
Hearing this, Yang Qianfan's laughter abruptly stopped, and a look of shock appeared on his face.
“It was then that I learned about my origins. I wasn't my grandmother's biological granddaughter. I was just an orphan abandoned at the gate of Guiyuan Temple, nameless and unwanted.” Zhu Hui leaned softly against his back.
“Zhu… Zhu Hui…” Yang Qianfan wanted to comfort her but was interrupted.
“In a fit of anger, I ran out of the house, running aimlessly forward until I reached the banks of the Yangtze River. I sat on the riverbank and cried desperately, swearing that I would never return home. But unfortunately, it wasn't long before I got hungry…”
“So you went back then, right?” Yang Qianfan couldn't help but interrupt her.
Zhu Hui smiled faintly and shook her head.
“At that time, I was very stubborn, convinced that I had principles. How could I casually break a vow? Later, I passed by a Hot Dry Noodle Shop and saw adults inside eating their hot dry noodles and only paying after finishing. So I decided to do the same—go in, fill my stomach first. Of course, after putting down my chopsticks and finishing my meal, I quietly slipped out through the back door. Just as I was feeling proud of my success, I suddenly remembered my grandmother’s words—‘three hands.’ I kept asking myself what the difference was between eating a free meal and having ‘three hands.’ The conclusion was that there was no difference at all. Unwilling to accept this reality, I raised my hands and cried desperately, trying to convince myself that there were only two hands in front of me and no third hand existed…”
“You went back then, didn’t you?” Yang Qianfan interrupted her again, growing more excited.
Seeing his eager expression wanting to know the outcome, Zhu Hui couldn’t help but laugh again and still shook her head.
“Because I had nowhere else to go, I ran back to the banks of the Yangtze River and sat there continuing to pity myself. Until night fell, a woman selling Tea Eggs saw me crying and came over to comfort me. She gave me three Tea Eggs. At that moment, holding those three Tea Eggs in my hands, I was so touched that I felt like I wanted to dedicate the rest of my life to repay her kindness. When that woman heard how I planned to repay her in the future, she simply smiled faintly at me and said, ‘If three Tea Eggs can move you this much, then surely you must have eaten more than just three Tea Eggs from your grandmother!’ It was at that moment that I completely awakened.”
"So you went back, didn't you?" Yang Qianfan could no longer contain himself, his emotions nearly overwhelming him.
Zhu Hui smiled calmly and nodded, "Yes! I went back, happily. When I returned, I apologized to my grandmother and even told her that I had a free meal outside."
"You didn't need to. With your honesty, your grandmother must have forgiven you!"
"Wrong. Quite the opposite. My grandmother gave me another good beating, breaking another one of her plastic slippers in the process. But I accepted that beating willingly because it was the first time I proved to her that I wasn't a burden, and I would keep proving it. From that moment on, I secretly set myself a grand goal: I would never let my grandmother hit me again in this lifetime. I wanted to show her that even if I wasn't her biological granddaughter, I could still make her proud. I wanted her to take pride in me and willingly buy me a yo-yo. So the next day, despite my injuries, I led our class to win first place in the Student Choir Competition, earning my first sunrise in life. My grandmother rewarded me with a ping pong ball for that achievement. Although it was still far from a yo-yo, it was definitely a step closer to my goal."
Seeing Zhu Hui mention the bittersweet yo-yo again stirred something in Yang Qianfan. He said earnestly, "Zhu Hui, I promise you that you will never be alone again in this life. I will always be by your side, just like now, carrying you on my back. Even if the ground is covered with treacherous thorns, I will take you wherever you want to go and help you realize your dreams."
"Really... really?" Hearing such warm words from Yang Qianfan made Zhu Hui unable to hold back any longer. She leaned against his back and let sincere tears flow down her cheeks, falling onto his face.
"Zhu Hui, your tears..."
"What about my tears?" Zhu Hui sniffed and asked in confusion.
"So warm."
"Huh?"
"Thank you for finally opening the door to your heart that you've never opened to anyone before, allowing me to see the real you for the first time."
"You... you annoying guy..." Zhu Hui clung tightly to him from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck as she cried even louder.
"Alright, stop crying. I'll take you to eat Brazilian Barbecue."
"Not enough!"
"I'll take you to watch the sunrise that belongs to just the two of us."
"Still not enough."
"I'll sing for you, is that okay?"
"Mhm!"
"Are you ready? Always ready, we are the Chinese Communist Children's League, and the future belongs to us, di di da di da di di da di da..."
[The End]
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