The relationship between cousins was not frequent, and the emotional bond between them naturally faded, faded to the point of non-existence.
Feng Qingxue was grateful for the compassion shown by her three uncles and aunt during her family’s most difficult times. Over the years, she had given them quite a few gifts privately using Lu Jiang’s name, which made their relationship quite pleasant.
The debts of gratitude were all to the elders, unrelated to the younger generation.
Feng Qingxue knew clearly who she should be grateful to. She would only repay the one who helped her. She didn’t hold the belief that she must care for the same generation just because her elders were kind to her. However, if the same generation were in frequent contact and of good character, that would be another matter.
Among her peers, she was closest to Wang Jiao, and the closest among her cousins was Wang Zhenguo’s eldest son, Wang Dachun.
It’s not that Feng Qingxue was distant from her other two uncles, their wives, and children, but that she didn’t deliberately make contact. The two uncles and aunts were good people, but their children and daughters-in-law were not so easy-going. They would often argue over trivial matters with their parents, so unless it was really necessary, Feng Qingxue wouldn’t deal with them. The people who often caused trouble were Wang Zhenguo’s family and Wang Dachun’s brothers.
If this was the case with her cousins from her second and third uncle’s family, what about Chen Cancan who had already married off?
If they encountered difficulties, Feng Qingxue would definitely lend a hand based on the respect of the elders. She would never stand by and watch, but things hadn’t reached that point yet, right?
The number of relatives was too large, and she couldn’t be bothered to make contact with each one and put on a show of deep affection among siblings and sisters.
Lu’s father and Wang Zhenguo should have noticed this situation early on. Others probably didn’t notice.
Hearing Wang Fengqiao mention Chen Cancan’s son, Feng Qingxue smiled slightly. She didn’t comment on what she thought of Zhao Dabao, but instead followed her topic, "You say that because you haven’t seen Xibao acting out. It makes me want to pin him down and spank him."
Xibao suddenly yelled, "Huahua!"
Wang Fengqiao and Feng Qingxue both turned their heads to look at him, thinking that their voices woke him up.
As a result, the two women saw Xibao just turn over, stick his butt in the air, lie face down, and continue to snore.
"It seems he is talking in his sleep." Wang Fengqiao said with a smile, "He must have missed Zhonghua. He is even calling his name in his dreams. Speaking of it, we left in such a hurry that we didn’t have time to let him say goodbye to Zhonghua."
"It’s better not to say goodbye. Saying goodbye might bring tears to their eyes, and neither of them would want to leave the other"
Wang Fengqiao thought for a moment and felt that it made sense.
Just as Feng Qingxue turned Xibao over to sleep and covered him with a blanket, she heard a broadcast voice from outside. It seemed that a passenger was ill and looking for a doctor to help. She urged Wang Fengqiao to take care of the child while she grabbed the first aid kit and left the compartment.
The train attendant, Gu Hong, who had served them hot water and had been very caring, rushed over. Seeing her was like seeing the bodhisattva. He grabbed hold of her. "Comrade, you are dressed as a medical soldier, with a red cross armband and a first aid kit. Please hurry with me. A passenger has fainted. We are all extremely worried."
"Lead me to them quickly!"
The passenger was in a sleeper compartment, and they arrived there quickly.
"Make way, make way, the doctor is here!" Gu Hong’s voice passed through and the people surrounding the patient dispersed, clearing a path for Feng Qingxue so she could get to the patient.
The patient was an elderly man, at least over sixty or seventy years old, with white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and weak breathing.
...A guest had arrived at home.