Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 242 Please Let Me Free a Meal 11

In the end, Song Xianyin and Song Xuanran received dozens of times more money than three thousand yuan.

On the way home, Song's father kept shouting that the money should be his and that they should take it out immediately.

Neither of them paid him any attention.

"How are you doing at the Gao family's? Do they eat all sorts of delicacies?" Song Xuanran asked with a hint of envy in his eyes.

That's great, he goes to eat rice noodles every day.

Song Xianyin nodded: "Expensive food really does taste different."

She wanted to eat more.

Song Xuanran glanced at her: "Then how come you've only gained a little weight?"

Eating so well, shouldn't you gain a lot of weight?

"Eating too much makes my stomach uncomfortable, so I can only taste a little bit of each dish."

“Each dish? How many dishes are there?” Song Xuanran raised his voice, admitting he was jealous.

He was afraid that this brat wouldn't be doing well, but if she was doing too well, he would feel unbalanced.

Song Xianyin laughed as she watched him break down: "There are so many, it's like a movie."

Song Xuanran said sourly, "Can we even finish it? What a waste."

He glanced at Song Xianyin: "Do you know that right now, someone in the world is starving to death because of your wastefulness?"

"Can that bank transfer money? Please transfer the money to my card quickly." Mr. Song looked anxiously at the bank next to him.

He had been looking around for a while, and finally spotted a bank he recognized.

He couldn't let the two of them swallow that much money; it was the result of his hard work.

No one paid any attention to him.

Although Song's father's clothes looked old and faded from washing, they were still clean.

Song Xianyin suddenly thought of the old woman. She was very clean. She had lived with her for a while when she was a child, and the old woman would clean the house spotless every day because she disliked dust.

"I'll send him back tomorrow. Let's get him a room nearby today." Song Xuanran yawned.

A small hotel is fine; it's not like it's anyone important.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Song's father went crazy, shouting and making a scene, and the hotel owner dared not take him in.

Song Xuanran had no choice but to take him home.

"Oh, you still live here?" Mr. Song said nostalgically as he looked at the house.

He chuckled and said, "I've lived here for quite a long time."

Song Xianyin and Song Xuanran were doing their own thing, and no one paid any attention to him.

"I didn't expect it to be arranged so well. I want to take a hot bath. Song..." Song's father glanced at Song Xianyin and changed his words, "Song Xuanran, go and put the water down for me."

Song Xuanran asked Song Xianyin, "Won't Gao Zeming be angry? We won't die from spending this money, will we?"

Song Xianyin hesitated and said, "Probably not."

Gao Zeming doesn't seem like such a bad person.

But Song Xuanran felt that Gao Zeming was a gangster. After Song Xianyin spent a few days enjoying herself at Gao's house, she actually started to stand on the dark side of society!

"I want to take a shower, do you hear me?" Song's father tugged at Song Xuanran.

Song Xuanran impatiently shook him off: "Wash my ass, I'm leaving tomorrow morning, why bother washing?"

After sitting for a short while, Mr. Song wanted to go to the toilet again.

"Why do you have so many trivial matters to worry about all day long? Can't you just sit still?" Song Xuanran scolded.

He's still not dead, he's a burden to the old and the young.

Mr. Song was unusually aggrieved: "Your old man can't even go to the toilet? I haven't been to the toilet all day."

Song Xuanran said with a dark face, "Alright, alright, I'll take you out to go."

Mr. Song frowned: "Why go out to use the toilet when it's so cold outside? It's not like we don't have a toilet at home."

Song Xuanran was too lazy to talk to him anymore, so he took his father to a nearby public restroom.

After washing her hair, Song Xianyin came out and looked at the empty room with a blank expression.

The arrival of Song's father kept Song Xuanran awake all night.

"Today is Father's Day, and I see that all the kids give their dads gifts, but neither of you gave a single blessing." Mr. Song cried as he scrolled through short videos.

Song Xuanran covered his ears with a pillow, but his father's crying reached his ears like flies buzzing in.

"Tsk."

Song Xuanran walked to another corner of the room. He stood outside the curtain and said lazily, "Hey, give me two earplugs."

"Take it yourself," Song Xianyin said, huddled under the covers.

"Where is it?" Song Xuanran came in and looked at the things on her table.

“In the middle drawer.” Song Xianyin turned over to look at him.

Song Xuanran looked at the two earplugs in his hand with some doubt in his eyes. Would they really work?

He closed the drawer, squatted down beside her bed, and said with some hesitation in his eyes, "I have something to tell you."

Song Xianyin said in a muffled voice, "What? I can't get up tomorrow morning."

“It’s not about that,” Song Xuanran sighed.

He looked at the color on her blanket and said in a low voice, "A few days ago, I received a phone call. It sounded like it was my mother. She said she wanted to see us."

Song Xianyin sniffed: "Really? Is it a scam?"

Song Xuanran frowned and touched her forehead: "Why are you always sniffing? I told you to wear more clothes."

"It's her, I still remember her voice."

He wasn't particularly young when his mother passed away, but Song Xianyin has no memory of his mother at all.

"When is it? Go ahead." Song Xianyin looked at Song Xuanran, who was standing close by.

His face was resting on the bed, and his expression was unusually bewildered.

Song Xianyin knows that his mother is very important to him. He used to often have dreams about her, and then he would cry and call for his mother.

Song Xuanran always felt that Song Xianyin's inability to remember her mother was actually a form of protection, because he knew how painful that feeling was.

"She said the day after tomorrow, aren't you going?" Song Xuanran asked, looking at her.

Song Xianyin hesitated: "But I really can't remember my mother. It would be very awkward if I went."

Her maternal grandmother never told her about her mother, and her memory of her grandmother was actually quite vague, as she was too young when these things happened.

In her memories of her relatives, there is almost only Song Xuanran.

Her father, whom she had only met a few times, and her grandparents, whom she had lived with but hadn't spoken to much, were things that happened when she was a child.

Song Xuanran stared at Song Xianyin's ears and asked doubtfully, "Do you think these earplugs are really working? You can hear me even with them on."

Song Xianyin looked at him speechlessly: "Of course you can stand this close."

Song Xuanran opened the box, holding an earplug in his hand, and asked in confusion, "How do I use it? Do I just stick it in?"

Song Xianyin stretched out a hand and demonstrated for him: "You're so stupid, you don't even know how to use this."

Song Xuanran snorted coldly, her tone sarcastic: "You know how to use it, you're so smart, sister."

The weather was getting colder and colder. Song Xianyin's hands felt cold after only a short while. She put her hands under the covers and laughed, "It's good that you know how smart your older sister is, little brother."

As Song Xuanran was leaving, he suddenly acted like a jerk and ruffled Song Xianyin's hair.

May you have nightmares tonight!

He ran away immediately after saying that.

"Song Xuanran!"