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"You just need to remember that you are my sister."
"I..."
I felt a mix of emotions and didn't know what to say.
After a moment of silence, I quietly said, "I... I will repay you."
He smiled.
"Okay."
He stood up.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
He turned and walked away.
I watched his retreating figure, feeling warm inside.
To repay Huang Xin's kindness, I began to wait every day in places where he might appear.
Whenever I saw him, I would bring him pastries and soy milk, inviting him to eat.
At first, he was polite and refused my offerings.
But later on, he started to come find me on his own.
He awkwardly smiled and handed me his casual shoes.
I was taken aback.
His shoes were very dirty.
The soles were thick, covered in mud, and emitted a foul odor.
I frowned slightly.
Suppressing my discomfort, I smiled and said, "Brother Huang, your shoes..."
"Zhao Di, I'm counting on you."
"I..."
"I only have one pair of shoes."
"I..."
I felt helpless.
I had no choice but to invite him into the courtyard.
I prepared a pair of slippers for him.
Then, I filled a basin with water to clean his shoes.
As soon as I put his shoes in the water, yellow sludge oozed out.
I was stunned.
How am I supposed to clean this?
Even with my toes, I could tell that his shoes were of poor quality and counterfeit.
Such shoes are usually glued together and are difficult to clean properly.
Even if they were cleaned, they would lose color and leave a pungent smell of glue behind.
I felt quite frustrated.
I looked up at Huang Xin.
He was sitting in the yard, staring blankly at the sky. I thought for a moment and decided not to tell him about it. I sighed, lowered my head, and quietly brushed his shoes. After a long time, I finally got his shoes clean. I breathed a sigh of relief. I placed his shoes on the windowsill to dry. After washing my hands, I walked over to Huang Xin. I looked at him and smiled, "Brother Huang, your shoes are drying over there." He smiled back. "Thank you." "You're welcome." "You..." He hesitated. I curiously asked, "What's wrong?" He looked at me and hesitated, "You... you don't mind my shoes being dirty?" I was slightly taken aback. I smiled. "How could I?" "I..." "Your shoes are fake; they are of poor quality." He awkwardly chuckled. "I... I know." "You..." I hesitated. He awkwardly said, "I... I picked them up from a garbage pile." "Huh?" I was surprised. "You picked them up from a garbage pile?" "Yeah." "You..." "I..." I sighed. My feelings were complicated. After thinking for a moment, I decided to chat with him to ease the awkward atmosphere. I poured him a cup of tea and sat down across from him. Looking at him, I smiled and asked, "Brother Huang, how old are you this year?" He replied with a smile, "I'm 19." "Oh."
"Where is your hometown?"
"My hometown is in the north."
"You..."
"My hometown was flooded; the entire village was submerged."
"Ah?"
"The government didn't provide any relief; everyone in my village died."
"You..."
"My parents both died."
"You..."
I felt heavy-hearted, unsure of what to say.
I remained silent for a moment and whispered, "How... how did you survive?"
He sighed.
"I was still young back then, I didn't understand anything."
"I wandered everywhere, stealing food to eat."
"I was beaten and scolded, but I endured it all."
"Later, I met my boss."
"Boss?"
"The one who helped you take revenge last time."
"He is my boss and also my benefactor."
"He took me in and brought me along to do business."
"He took me to many places and showed me a lot of the world."
"He treated me well, like a father."
I felt a surge of emotion, filled with envy.
If only I had a relative like that.
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