"Mom, didn't you tell you not to wait for me and go to bed when you are sleepy? Why are you still waiting for me?"

When Ai Jia went home, she saw that her mother was in poor health and was tired and was waiting for her to hold the door. She felt unbearable, "I will help you into the house..."

As he said that, he gently held my mother's arm, held her, and walked carefully into the room.

"Haha, silly kid, you have to study and work, you are so tired, you haven't come back yet, how can you sleep? Mom thinks that you are selling apples outside, and it's very cold. I want to cook a bowl of ginger soup for you. You can warm up when you come back and drink it, so you can avoid colds..."

As he said that, Ai's mother laughed, "But before the water is opened, you are back..."

"Mom, you said you can't sleep, just watch TV and newspapers, what water should you burn? What if you hit this? What if you hit it?"

Ai Jia looked at her with some blame, "I said everything, I can do anything when I come back. I have told you many times, but you don't listen to me..."

Although Ai Jia's attitude was a little anxious, how could Ai's mother not know that she was doing it for her own good? So she was not angry, but instead replied with a smile, "Okay, listen to you next time. If you don't let me touch it, can't I not touch it?"

"This is almost the same..." After hearing my mother's promise, Ai Jia smiled.

Seeing her daughter laughing, Ai Mother's smile became stronger and full of kindness.

But from the wrinkles on her face, her weak body, which is so difficult to walk, and her gray hair, from no matter what, she can't tell that she will be Ai Jia's mother. On the contrary, it makes people feel that this old lady looks like her grandmother.

However, hers is indeed Ai Jia's mother.

In fact, Ai Jia's mother was originally a very beautiful middle-aged woman, but when Ai Jia was in the third year of junior high school, she got sick. The disease was very serious and she could almost say that she could not afford it.

It was because of this serious illness that she consumed all her family’s savings, and even the house she lived in was sold, which was only for her life to be redeemed.

However, she was under control of her condition, but she almost completely lost the ability to work.

Fortunately, Ai Jia, who was in the most critical period at that time, did not embarrass her and was admitted to a well-known high school in Beijing.

But since then, tuition, household expenses, medical expenses, and everything fell on Ai Jia, who was only eighteen years old.

Moreover, since then, Ai Mother's body has not returned to her original health, but has become worse and worse.

Although she is only 47 or 8 years old this year, she looks like an old man in her sixties.

Fortunately, Ai Jia is indeed a "good boy".

She can't live in school like her peers, go shopping with friends and sing, buy trendy clothes, have boyfriends and fall in love, and use high-end mobile phones.

On the contrary, she spent almost all her time working except to go to school.

She had to go out to work, earn tuition, support her family, and earn money to buy medicine for her mother. She was not the burden that children of her age should bear.

But Ai Jia naturally chose to accept all this silently. Not only did she never feel dissatisfied, but she took care of her seriously ill mother more and more.

In Ai's mother's heart, she was 100% satisfied with Ai Jia's daughter.

She believes that Ai Jia is the biggest and only pride in her life.

But while being proud, Lin's mother was also dissatisfied with her. She always felt that she owed too much to this precious daughter.

Ai Jia was helped by Ai Jia and walked towards the room. As she walked, she looked at Ai Jia. She wanted to see if there was anything unusual about her baby daughter.

And when she saw Ai Jia's delicate little face, which was red from the cold and swollen, she felt even more uncomfortable.

‘Oh, Jia Jia is so bitter... it’s all because of me, I’m really a useless person…’ Ai’s mother thought to herself.

Just as she was thinking, Ai Jia turned her head, but when she saw the changes on her mother's face, she couldn't help but turn her eyebrows.

"Mom, are you thinking about it again?" Ai Jia asked.

"Hey? No, no, it's just that my mother feels sorry for you when she sees your face is red with cold..." Ai's mother forced a smile and replied.

No one knows a son as good as a father, and no one knows a daughter as a mother.

On the other hand, how could a daughter not understand her mother?

So even though Ai's mother refused to admit it, Ai Jia still saw what she was thinking.

"Mom, I told you that you don't have to think randomly. Our hard days will come to an end soon..."

Ai Jia lifted her mother's quilt and let her lie on the bed, "Don't you know your daughter's abilities yet?"

"Although I'm only a sophomore now, Director Feng has already promised me that when he is internship for the senior year, he will recommend me to the best-paid institute..."

"At that time, my daughter was the one who held a golden rice bowl. Whether it was food, clothing, housing, or everything, the institute would help solve it. Moreover, the research also had an exclusive hospital for employees..."

"The doctors there are not only excellent medical skills, but also employees and their families, but they can only spend very little money to see a doctor. So, your disease can be cured by then..."

"Mom, don't think it's very long. I'm halfway through my sophomore year now. In other year and a half, I can do an internship. In other words, if we stick to another one and a half years, our hard days will end..."

"Mom, we two have survived for so many years. Are we still a year and a half away? What else can you be sad about..."

Ai Jia sat by the bed, helping her mother tuck the corner of the quilt, while talking nonstop, depicting her a beautiful blue scene called "The Future".

Although Ai's mother knew that Ai Jia's words were very exaggerated and the reality was far less beautiful than what she said, Ai's mother still looked at her daughter's face while smiling lovingly and listening quietly.

Although she wanted to chat with her daughter for a while and care for her more, she couldn't do anything and she felt tired after lying down.

Ai Jia was still talking with interest there, but she heard her mother's even breathing sound. She turned her head and saw that her mother was asleep.

"Everyone said don't wait for me, I have to show off..." Looking at my mother's stable sleeping face, Ai Jia smiled knowingly.

She helped her mother cover the quilt upwards, closed the light, turned around and walked out.

When she went to the kitchen, she saw that the water on the pot had boiled. She hurriedly ran over and turned off the heat, skillfully cut some green onion slices, threw the ginger slices in, and added some sugar.

Soon, a pot of ginger soup was cooked.

Back in his small room less than ten square meters, Ai Jia took off her coat and pants and got into the hot bed that was warm and warm in the morning electric blanket.

"Gululu"

While drinking ginger soup and reading books, it felt so comfortable.

After drinking a bowl of ginger soup and staying in the quilt for a while, Ai Jia felt the chills on her body disappear, just like she was reborn.

"Huh, resurrected"

Ai Jia stretched out her arms, looking satisfied.

And as soon as she recovered, the first thing she did was to take out the money she earned from her pocket.

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred..."

Ai Jia counted money there like a little money fan, "...78,79. After leaving, the cost was 400 yuan, he made 39..."

"Hu, it's okay. No matter what, I didn't have to worry about it..." Ai Jia smiled with satisfaction.

In fact, the number of 390 yuan is somewhat different from her expectations.

But the problem is that there are too many people selling Ping An fruit this year.

Originally, she was ready to lose money, but unexpectedly, all the goods were sold.

Just like this market this year, she is already very satisfied not to lose money if she makes more money.

‘And all this, fortunately, that guy helped…’ After counting the money, Mu Fei’s smirk appeared in her mind.

Originally, she didn't like Mu Fei very much, and felt that he smiled quickly, not like a good person.

But now, she felt that the guy was not that annoying.

'It seems that I really misunderstood him before...' Ai Jia thought to herself.

And just as she thought of this, she heard the sound of moving things outside the door.

"Hey? Aunt Shao and the others are back."

Ai Jia muttered to herself, hurriedly got out of the quilt, put on her coat and pants, and walked out.

When I opened the door, I saw that Aunt Shao and her two sons were carrying things at home in large boxes and small pots and small pots.

"Aunt Shao, are you back? Is there anything downstairs? I'll carry it for you..." Ai Jia said, and was about to go downstairs.

"Oh? Jiajia, you're back. You don't have to go downstairs..."

Aunt Shao grinned at Ai Jia and reached out to stop her, "The business is good today, everything is sold out, there is nothing downstairs. So, you'd better go back and rest..."

"Oh, that's true. Aunt Shao, I just cooked a pot of ginger soup and I'll take some for you later..." Ai Jia said.

"That's good. Jiajia, then I'll leave a door for you. Just come in when you come..." Aunt Shao said without hesitation.

She did not thank Ai Jia because of the relationship between the two families, and thanking them like such a small matter, would seem orthopedic.

"Hehe, Sister Jia Jia, come here quickly. We have a small gift to give you..." Aunt Shao's eldest son said.

"Oh? Little Potato, can you prepare a gift for me? It's a rare thing, tell my sister, what gift is it?" Ai Jia asked in surprise.

However, Little Tudou looked at her brother, smiled wickedly, and replied at the same time, "I won't tell you!"

"Tsk tsk, you two little guys are still keeping me inseparable. Are you looking for a cleanup?" Ai Jia shook her fist.

But the two children were obviously not afraid of her.

"Hehe, Sister Jia Jia, don't shake your fists, we won't tell you if we scare us..."

"Yes, yes, if you want to know, come here quickly..."

The two little ghosts replied with a smile.

"Hmph, you will be dead if you dare to lie to me..." Ai Jia knew that it would be useless to continue asking, shook her fist again, glared at them to express her dissatisfaction, then turned around and returned to the house.
To be continued...