Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 11
Song Yuanyuan hung up the phone and, spotting Su Yunjing at the door, immediately waved him over.
“Mingming, what are you standing there for? Come in.”
Su Yunjing walked in slowly.
Song Yuanyuan pinched his cheeks, finding them smooth and soft, and couldn’t resist giving them another squeeze.
“It’s been a while. Did you miss your big sister?” She pointed to her own face and said, “Give me a kiss.”
Su Yunjing: “…”
“Jie… Jie, did you get a new phone?” Su Yunjing dodged the request and changed the subject.
“Mhm, the latest model from Nokia. Isn’t it pretty?” Song Yuanyuan proudly showed off her sleek black phone.
“It is.” Su Yunjing nodded obediently. “Sis, what happened to your old phone? Can I have it?”
“What do you need a phone for?” Song Yuanyuan looked at him curiously.
With an innocent face, Su Yunjing replied in a small voice, “When I was in the hospital the other day, it was really boring. I wanted to call Grandma, but Mom’s phone kept getting calls from other people.”
He shamelessly laid on the pitiful act.
Song Yuanyuan felt a little tug at her heartstrings. She reached out and pinched the corners of Su Yunjing’s mouth, forcing a smile onto his face.
“My old phone got taken by your uncle, but you can have his. Though it’s one of the earliest Nokia models. It does not have many games and can only be used to make and receive calls.”
“I don’t want to play games. I just want to call you guys,” Su Yunjing said sweetly.
“Alright then.” Song Yuanyuan stood up from the bed. “I’ll go dig it out. Sit here and wait.”
Su Yunjing nodded obediently.
She rummaged through a drawer in the original uncle’s room and found the old phone along with its charger.
The telecom office was running a promotion: recharge 100 yuan and get another 100 in credit. But the bonus was tied to a new SIM card, and the monthly fee was shockingly expensive, 50 yuan per month.
Song Yuanyuan wasn’t using that SIM card anymore, so she gave it to Su Yunjing along with the phone.
“When the credit runs out, just call me and I’ll get you a new SIM.”
“Thank you, Sister.” Su Yunjing reached for the phone.
But Song Yuanyuan held it up high, grinning. “Is your big sister the best?”
“…Yes.”
“Then give your sister a kiss.”
“…”
Cute kids in this world were so much in danger. Too easily targeted by strange older sisters… or creepy aunties.
“This is for you.”
Su Yunjing handed the phone he got from Song Yuanyuan to Fu Hanzhou.
Fu Hanzhou stared at the phone, which was almost as big as his own hand. His glass like-black eyes flickered.
“What do I need this for?” he asked.
“It’s from one of my sisters,” Su Yunjing said. “You keep it. That way if anything happens, I can call you.”
Fu Hanzhou’s thin lips pressed together, and he said nothing.
Su Yunjing took out his cell phone address list and opened the contacts list, which contained only three saved numbers.
“This one’s my home phone. If something comes up, call this first. If no one picks up, call my mom. And if she doesn’t answer, call my dad.”
Under the setting sun, Fu Hanzhou’s features were especially calm. His long, thick lashes were dyed with shimmering gold in the light, like a butterfly resting on them.
He stared at the three long strings of numbers for a long time without reacting.
Su Yunjing asked, “Do you know how to use a phone?”
Fu Hanzhou looked up at him and shook his head, showing a rare confusion of a seven-year-old boy.
Seeing this, Su Yunjing couldn’t help but laugh. “Then I’ll teach you. It’s easy.”
The phone was old, and the numbers and letters on the buttons were worn down from use.
Su Yunjing taught him how to open the contacts, which button to press to answer the call, and which to dial.
Fu Hanzhou was smart. He memorized it after just one explanation.
Su Yunjing handed over the phone and charger. “Keep an eye on the battery. When it drops to one bar, you must charge it.
Fu Hanzhou still didn’t say much, just responded with a soft “Mm.”
But whether it was because this was his first phone or not, there was something different about his silence this time. It wasn’t cold or distant, it was more like he didn’t know what to say.
His soft fingertips gently ran across the keypad, and when his gaze dropped to the phone, a faint softness touched the corner of his eyes.
Watching him quietly playing with the phone, Su Yunjing could tell he was happy.
Seeing that made Su Yunjing happy, too.
“When I find another phone, we’ll be able to text each other,” he said with a grin. “Want me to teach you pinyin and characters?”
Fu Hanzhou looked calm, but nodded lightly.
After giving the little cool cub his phone, Su Yunjing headed home.
He’d come straight to the orphanage after returning from his grandma’s, and now it was time to go.
When Su Yunjing returned home, Song Wenqian was in the kitchen sorting through smoked sausage and bacon she’d brought back from her parents’ place.
Su Yunjing washed his hands and was just about to go to his room when the house phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the number displayed on the landline, he immediately recognized the number.
He picked up the phone, and it was indeed Fu Hanzhou calling.
Song Wenqian called from the kitchen, “Yangyang, who’s calling?”
Covering the receiver, Su Yunjing replied, “No one, just my classmate.”
Hearing it was a friend, Song Wenqian didn’t ask further.
Uncovering the mic, Su Yunjing asked quietly, “What’s up?”
From the other end, Fu Hanzhou’s voice came through: “Just wanted to test it.”
Even over a thin phone line, Su Yinning felt that his voice sounded a little childish.
Su Yunjing thought he was just excited to try out the phone and wanted to see if he could dial correctly.
Sometimes, the little cool cub is quite cute.
Su Yunjing flattered him, “You’re so smart; you learn it so quickly.”
Fu Hanzhou didn’t say anything in response.
In truth, he had called because he wanted to verify that the numbers Su Yunjing gave him were real.was really his home landline.
To a seven-year-old, a cell phone was really a novel thing.
If it had been given to the chubby kid, he probably would’ve called Su Yunjing eight hundred times a day.
But Fu Hanzhou wasn’t like other kids.
When Su Yunjing handed him that phone, his feelings were complicated, full of doubt and uncertainty, yet with a strange sense of joy.
Before coming to Xinrong Orphanage, Fu Hanzhou had spent about half a month at another fairly well-known orphanage.
At the time, police were handling the case of his mother’s death, they’d placed him there temporarily.
Every few days, that orphanage received charity visits.
Fu Hanzhou had watched countless donors come and go, with the batch of people coming to donate and leaving.
The only thing that remained unchanged was that the kids always hoped there’d be a next time.
But the so-called ‘donations’ were really just one-time deals.
Whether there would be a next visit depended entirely on the donors’ moods.
The kids didn’t understand that rule. They always thought the visits were the start of something lasting.
In reality, the people who donated would disappear the moment they walked out the gate, and no one ever knew where they went.
Fu Hanzhou had understood this from the start. He didn’t care where the donors came from, where they went, or whether they’d return.
So when Su Yunjing gave him a phone, he was filled with doubt.
He’d even considered calling all three numbers, just to make sure they were real.
Not a single donor ever truly cared about the kids in the orphanage.
The kids who received donations lived in a constant cycle of joy and disappointment. Every time a kind-hearted person came by, they would look forward to the next visit.
Then they slowly became disappointed until a new donor appeared.
Hope again.
Disappointment.
Hope.
Disappointment.
This cycle repeated endlessly, until the children finally understood the rule and stopped hoping.
No one was responsible for them forever.
That was why this phone stirred such complicated feelings in Fu Hanzhou.
It wasn’t like the milk candies, bread, or colored pencils Su Yunjing had given him before.
Those were all one-time things.
But the phone was different. It was like a kite string, no matter where Su Yunjing went, with just a little tug, Fu Hanzhou could still find his way back to him.
Su Yunjing wouldn’t be like everyone else, stepping out of the orphanage and vanishing into the crowd, never to be found again.