Chapter 433 Yang Fan is her name

Yang Fan returned to the room. The moment the door closed, she suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. The dark red blood sprayed on the ground. She fell to her knees weakly and fell down. The piercing pain spread from her limbs and her face turned pale.

Two forces were roaming and fighting in her body.

Waves of severe pain came over him, and Yang Fan could no longer hold on, and fell heavily to the ground.

The light above her head was too dazzling. Yang Fan's vision began to blur. In the silence, the rapid heartbeat and breathing sounds were infinitely amplified in her ears. She could also vaguely hear a lot of noisy sounds in the building, sad, happy, and happy...all kinds of sounds intertwined together, and she felt a little irritated listening to them.

In a trance, she seemed to hear someone calling her, and the familiar face deep in her memory appeared in her sight.

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"Little boy, little boy, little boy..." The old grandmother's voice with a heavy accent kept ringing in my ears.

The little girl, feeling dizzy from hunger, slowly raised her head. Her skinny face was so dirty that her original appearance could not be seen. Her lips were dry and cracked, but her eyes were like grapes, clean and bright.

The small body was wrapped in loose and worn clothes, curled up in a weed-covered corner, with mosquitoes flying around.

The child is too young and her specific gender cannot be determined just by looking at her appearance.

She looked at the old lady standing in front of her in a daze. The old lady's clothes were full of patches, but the clothes were clean and tidy. She had silver hair and a kind face, and there was a bit of pity on her wrinkled face.

"Whose poor little boy is this? He is so small, so pitiful."

Yang Fan didn't hear clearly what she said. His eyes were fixed on the paper bag in her hand, his eyes full of desire.

Finally, a vendor across the street heard the old lady's words and answered for her, "The little kid escaped from Linjiang."

The vendor looked at the bright sun overhead, fanning himself with his sleeves and complaining, "This damn God doesn't give us a life. If this continues, sooner or later we'll all die and become evil ghosts."

"Maybe being a ghost is better than being a human," the small vendor nearby naturally took over the conversation and started complaining.

Bandits are rampant, evil spirits are rampant, and natural disasters are constant. Being alive in this world is the luckiest thing.

The old lady noticed that the little girl's eyes were fixed on the paper bag in her hand, which was a vegetarian bun that she had just earned by doing needlework for a long time.

Every time she came to the market to exchange money, she would buy herself a vegetarian bun to satisfy her hunger.

The old lady looked at the buns with reluctance in her eyes. She then looked at the poor child, sighed softly, and handed the paper bun in her hand to him, "Poor little boy, I'll give this to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl quickly took the bun in her hand and ate it without even having time to tear off the outer paper.

The little girl hadn't eaten or drunk water for a long time, and her throat couldn't accept the sudden food. She started coughing violently, but even so, she didn't spit out any of the food in her mouth.

The old lady saw her like this and shook her head with pity.

She watched her eat the entire bun along with half a piece of paper before she was ready to leave.

Although she was kind enough to give her a vegetarian bun, she had no other thoughts. Life was not easy for anyone in this world.

Just as she took a step forward, her leg was suddenly grabbed by someone. The old lady looked down and saw a small black claw like a cat's paw tightly grabbing her trouser leg.

The little girl looked up at her with her clear and bright eyes, as if begging her to take her in.

"You little brat, I gave you all the buns, why are you holding me?"

The old lady pulled hard, trying to pull her trouser legs out.

"I can't afford to support you, go find those rich families."

She was an old woman living alone at home, doing farm work and needlework to support herself. It was already difficult for her to support herself, so how could she afford to raise a child?

The little girl seemed to be clinging to her, unwilling to let her leave, and uttered a few words with difficulty, "I can work."

"If you can work, you can find a rich family to be a maid and support yourself."

The old lady continued to pull at her pants, but she didn't dare to pull too hard, as this was the only good pair of pants she had.

If it gets torn, she will have no pants to wear when she goes out.

However, the little girl was incredibly strong and she couldn't pull it off no matter how hard she pulled. The two of them were stuck there for a while.

The vendors around noticed the noise and laughed at the old lady, saying, "You are nosy. You deserve to be pestered by the little devil." Listening to the vendors' ridicule, the old lady cursed herself in her heart, blaming herself for being too kind. Not only did she give a vegetable bun as compensation, but she was also pestered by this little devil.

The old lady was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

After trying many times to pull the pants off without success, the old lady sighed helplessly and prepared to use force.

Unexpectedly, when she lowered her head, she met the aggrieved and sad eyes of the little girl. Her heart softened and she agreed for some reason.

When she came to her senses, she had already brought the little girl back home.

Looking at the little girl's skinny but still cute face after she was washed, and still wearing the ill-fitting clothes, she sighed helplessly.

"What's your name, little boy?"

The little girl shook her head. "No name."

There wasn't even a name. The old lady thought that the baby must be from a family that couldn't have a baby and didn't want to keep it as a baby girl.

Life is hard for people these days, and it is even harder for girls.

What a pity, such a good child will definitely be a beauty when he grows up.

Alas, she thought it was a boy, but it turned out to be a girl.

Forget it, forget it, she is just a girl. I have already picked her up, so it’s not good to kick her out.

The main thing is that this girl is incredibly strong, and she should be able to work if she stays.

The old lady looked up and touched the little girl's skinny face. It seemed like this was the first time someone had touched her face like this. She stood there in a daze for a long time without any reaction.

"My last name is Yang, so you should take my last name from now on."

Old Lady Yang was a little distressed, "But I can't give you this name."

She had never been to school and had never learned to read, so she didn't know what name would be appropriate.

But naming is a top priority in life. This is the truth she has learned after living for so many years.

If you choose a bad name, you will be affected by it your whole life.

She thought about it, got up, took the little girl who had just returned home, took the only egg in the house and went to find the only educated person in the village, asking him to help choose a name.

"...You found it among the dead... Then why not just give it the name Fan?"

"Sail? What do you mean?"

"I hope she can set sail again like a sail, ride the wind and waves, and have a smooth future..."

These scholars love to say these idioms and poems. Old Lady Yang doesn't understand these flowery idioms, but they sound like nice words as she mutters them.

"Fan... Yang Fan Yang Fan... this name sounds nice!"

You can tell from the sound of it that she is more cultured than her cousin!

This egg is not in vain!
Thinking of the only egg, Old Lady Yang still felt pain in her heart and kept glancing up.

...The old scholar hid the egg in his pocket like a treasure, blocking the sight of old lady Yang.

The little girl was watching their interaction from the side. Her eyes fell on the place where the scholar hid the egg, and a faint light flashed in her eyes.

She is stingy, she just looks at it and won’t take it away.

Old Lady Yang curled her lips, lowered her head and said to the little girl, "Little girl, Yang Fan is a nice name. From now on, you will be called Yang Fan."

Yang Fan...she has a name now.

The little girl nodded in confusion, her mouth corners pulled to the sides, revealing a big smile.

Obviously, she likes this name very much.