bookbashuk Chapter 169 Father and son fighting for food!
Chapter 169 Father and son fighting for food!
Yan Jiefang looked at his son's face which was gradually falling asleep, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Days like this will continue for some time, but he will never give up.
As the days passed, the bitter cold of winter showed no sign of abating.
Yan Jiefang's health was getting weaker and weaker, but he still went out every day to look for food and fuel.
His hands were already red from the cold and even cracked, but he gritted his teeth and persisted because he knew that he was his son's only support.
One day, Yan Bugui accidentally met a kind-hearted person on the street.
When the kind-hearted man saw Yan Bugui's red hands and exhausted expression, he felt sad.
He took out a few dollars and handed them to Yan Bugui: "Brother, use this to buy something to eat. Don't ruin your health."
Yan Bugui took the money gratefully, tears in his eyes: "Thank you, thank you."
That night, Yan Bugui brought back some hot steamed buns and some clean cotton cloth.
He handed the steamed bun to his son, his eyes full of love and care.
Yan Jiecheng looked at his father's red, frozen hands and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
"Dad, you eat too." Yan Jiecheng handed a steamed bun to his father.
Yan Jiefang smiled, took the steamed bun, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Okay, let's eat together."
That night, the father and son spent a relatively warm night in the dilapidated house.
Although their situation is still difficult, this little bit of warmth and hope gives them the courage to keep going.
The winter was still cold, and life was still difficult for Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng, but they did not give up.
Yan Jiefang went out every day, looking for every possible opportunity, while Yan Jiecheng stayed at home, trying his best to help his father share some of the things within his ability.
The father and son supported each other in difficult times and lived a hard life, but the hope in their hearts never died out.
They believe that as long as they persist, their spring will come one day.
In this long and cold winter, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng wrote a story of their own with their strength and perseverance.
No matter how hard and difficult life was, they never gave up hope for the future.
As night fell and the cold wind howled, Yan Bugui and his sons Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng huddled together in an abandoned house.
The room was filled with an atmosphere of cold and hunger that was almost suffocating.
Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng leaned against the wall, holding a few steamed buns they had just stolen in their hands, their eyes full of hungry desire.
"Dad, these steamed buns have to be shared among everyone. You can't eat them all." Yan Jiecheng tightly protected the steamed bun in his hand and looked at his grandfather Yan Bugui vigilantly.
"Jie Cheng, Dad is old and weak, you have to let me eat half of this steamed bun." Yan Bugui's voice was hoarse and full of begging, but his eyes were flashing with greed.
Yan Jiefang felt bitter when he saw his father and son arguing over steamed buns.
This steamed bun is a life-saving food for the whole family, but everyone is eager to have one more bite.
Yan Jiefang sighed and stepped forward to persuade: "Dad, Jiecheng, let's divide the steamed buns, one for each person, and stop arguing."
A hint of hesitation flashed across Yan Jiecheng's eyes, but he still tightly protected the steamed bun in his hand: "No, I stole this steamed bun at the risk of my life, I have to eat a big portion."
Yan Bugui was furious when he heard this: "You little bastard, I'm your father, how can you do this to me!"
Before he could finish his words, Yan Bugui suddenly pounced on Yan Jiecheng, trying to snatch the steamed bun from his hand.
Yan Jiecheng didn't expect his grandfather to attack him, and was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and tried his best to protect the steamed bun, and the two of them rolled on the ground.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting!" Yan Jiefang walked forward anxiously, trying to separate the two, but hunger and anger made them lose their minds and they refused to listen.
Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng tore at each other, and the steamed bun was torn into several pieces in their hands and scattered on the ground.
Yan Bugui's face was full of madness, and he kept shouting, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Yan Jiecheng's eyes were full of anger, and he tried his best to protect the steamed bun: "You can't take it, it's mine!"
The fight between the two became more and more intense. Seeing this, Yan Jiefang could only use all his strength to pull them apart.
Holding the father with one hand and protecting the son with the other, her voice was full of helplessness and anger: "Calm down! We are a family, we can't fight over steamed buns!"
Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng were breathing heavily, their eyes still full of dissatisfaction and anger.
The steamed buns on the ground had been torn into pieces, were dirty and inedible.
Yan Jiefang looked at the pieces of steamed bun on the ground, his heart filled with endless sadness and helplessness.
Squat down and pick up the broken pieces one by one, trying to pick up the clean parts.
"Dad, Jiecheng, let's share these pieces and stop fighting over them." Yan Jiefang's voice was filled with fatigue and helplessness.
Although Yan Jiecheng and Yan Bugui were still dissatisfied, they saw that the steamed bun had been broken into pieces, so they could only helplessly pick up the pieces.
They sat on the ground, dividing the fragments they had picked up into several portions, reluctantly giving each person a portion.
"Jiecheng, eat slowly, don't choke." Yan Jiefang felt sad when he saw his son wolfing down his food.
Yan Jiecheng nodded, but he continued to chew the steamed bun fragments in his mouth, as if he was afraid that there would be no food in the next moment.
Yan Bugui ate the fragments he was given carefully. There was still dissatisfaction in his eyes, but his weak body forced him to fill his stomach first.
This meal felt particularly heavy and depressing.
Yan Jiefang looked at his father and son, his heart filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.
He knew that hunger and hardship had torn the family apart, but he still hoped that family ties could be maintained in this difficult situation.
After eating the steamed bun fragments, Yan Jiecheng patted the crumbs on his hands, looked up at his father and grandfather. There was no trace of guilt in his eyes, but instead a hint of indifference.
"Dad, if we don't fight for ourselves, we will starve to death... You also know how cruel the world outside is..." Yan Jiecheng's voice was cold, as if he was stating a fact.
Yan Jiefang felt a chill in his heart when he looked at his son's eyes.
He knew that hunger and hardship had made his son cold-blooded, but he still hoped that family affection could be maintained in this difficult situation.
"Jiecheng, Dad knows you are right, but we still have to support each other and not let hunger destroy our family affection..." Yan Jiefang's voice choked with sobs, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
Yan Jiecheng did not answer. He just looked at his father coldly, then turned and walked to the corner to rest.
Yan Jiefang looked at his son's back, his heart filled with endless sadness and helplessness.