On the way to school, my younger brother pouted and looked at Sanqian: "Sister, it rained yesterday and the path is so muddy."
Without saying a word, Yan Qian pulled his brother and continued walking. When he reached a quiet place, he said, "Xiaochen, please don't ask mom and dad where they are."
"Why, sister?"
"I woke up last night and heard many people talking at our house, saying that dad... Seemed to have been in a car accident." Xian Qian paused, swallowed the word "died" in his mouth, and replaced it with a more euphemistic word "died."
Panchen's eyes flashed with fear and confusion: "Then, what should I do?"
Sanqian thought of his mother's forced smile in the morning, and pulled his younger brother to continue walking: "Don't ask mom where dad is, she will be very sad. We have to pretend not to know first, as usual, do you understand?"
San Chen held San Qian's hand tightly and nodded heavily, then looked at her sister and asked timidly: "Then who will make money in our family in the future?" San Qian remained silent, and San Chen spoke again: "Then will someone compensate us?"
Yan Qian's fists secretly tightened: "No, dad bumped into the big tree in the middle of the road. Those stupid village names said it was a century-old sacred tree, but the Transportation Bureau actually left that big tree. Oh, the people will sue the officials until they are old. How can we win the lawsuit against the Transportation Bureau?"
For the first time, Qian Qian's heart felt desolate. Under the calm ice, there was unknown confusion, worry, fear... Lingering. Yan Qian looked at the gray sky mixed with heavy moisture in the narrow alley, and his heart was inexplicably suppressed, making him breathless. He suddenly felt that this day might never light up again...