Song Wei and Wen Wan were about to leave, but Yuanbao hadn't returned yet.
Old Song personally went to the town, asking him to take a leave to see his parents off.
Yuanbao stood at the gate of the town school, remained silent for a while, and then said to Old Song, "I won't go!"
"You child." Old Song smiled lovingly, "Your father will be gone for a year. Don't you want to see him one last time?"
"Who cares about him!" Yuanbao snorted, and without waiting for Old Song to say more, turned and went through the gate, clenching his little fist tightly in his sleeve, with stubborn tears shimmering in his eyes.
Old Song sighed and left, driving the ox cart away.
When Song Wei heard from his father that Yuanbao wouldn't come to see them off, he wasn't too surprised. He slung the book basket over his shoulder and conveniently took the heavy bundle from Wen Wan's hands.
