Yang Guang didn't say anything along the way, just Song Song chatted with his sister.

Song Rongrong read the books for a day and was very satisfied. She rarely shared her reading experience with Song Song.

So Yang Guang saw Song Song's expression in the rearview mirror, which was actually full of confusion.

Song Song would not admit defeat casually. He stubbornly started reading comprehension in his mind and tried to keep up with his sister's thinking. He said a few more words when he could understand, and nodded repeatedly when he couldn't understand. The brother and sister actually chatted smoothly until they went home.

When it was time to get off the bus, Song Song breathed a sigh of relief.

When he said goodbye to Yang Guang, he clearly saw a smile in Yang Guang's eyes.

Song Song was embarrassed.

Some things cannot be changed by working again. For example, although he is a little smart, the gap between him and genius is there, and he really can't keep up with his sister's thinking. What's the matter? He dares to proudly guarantee that few people in the village can keep up, and he is also a tall man in the pile of shorts!

Yang Guang watched Song Song and his sister come home before driving back to their residence.

The night had already fallen. Yang Guang parked the car and looked at the building that was pitch black and had not lighted up half of the light. He didn't go in immediately, but took out a cigarette and leaned against the car door and started sucking.

The dark night made the light red light look particularly conspicuous.

Yang Guang is rarely interested in others. He even stung his own mother, let alone other irrelevant people.

Recently, he has rarely paid attention to Song Song.

Song Song was very strange. He seemed to be able to get along with everyone, and seemed to leave some distance between him and everyone.

Song Song obviously had a clear plan for what to do in the future. However, he was calm in everything he did, but he was very careful in front of people close to him, as if he was seriously caring for what he cherished the most.

The more Yang Guang paid attention to it, the more he felt that this person was full of unspeakable contradictions.

After smoking a cigarette, Yang Guang turned off the cigarette butt and threw it away, and went into the room alone.

No matter what kind of person Song Song is, it has nothing to do with him.

...

On the other hand, Song Song and his sister returned home, but their grandparents were still the same, gathered together to listen to the radio.

Song Ma seemed a little uneasy.

Recently, she delivered fruit to Xiang Qiu and saved a lot of money for the goods. For Song Song's plan of the Chinese Valentine's Day, she gritted her teeth and threw the money into it, as well as the savings she saved.

That's all the money, they don't even have to eat too much meat. They spend so much money to stock up on apples at once, and how could Song Ma feel at ease. She went to the landlord several times a day and called the person in charge to ask about the sales.

After three times, Song Ma was embarrassed to fight again. The main reason was that she said that there had not changed much sales, so her heart sank to the bottom and she didn't dare to ask again.

Just say, how can such expensive apples be sold?

Besides, the person in charge is in charge of so many businesses, how could he not do anything else all day long? How many apples are sold for you?

It has been two days since the tree was cut, and I don’t know if I can sell it for a good price.

Song Ma just stayed up for a day of uneasy and didn't even have the intention to go out and run away. She just wanted to finish this day quickly so that she could go and recycle the apples and sell them earlier and get some copies.

Song Song raised his eyebrows and sat next to his mother curiously, asking, "Mom, I've gone to several stores today, and the apples are almost sold out. Why do you still have this expression?"

"Don't coax me." Song's mother didn't believe it at all, "I called and asked three times in the morning, but I didn't sell a few at all."

Song Song was happy.

In the past, they sold fruits in a row early but not late, so they pulled them out early in the morning, just taking advantage of the housewives going out to buy vegetables and sell them; at noon, in the evening, these nodes after school and after get off work will be sold again.

Song Song smiled and corrected his fucking wrong thoughts: "Mom, that's wrong. This is not the same morning business as you usually do. Think about it, the advertisements on the Chinese Valentine's Day are Valentine's Day, and the main customer base is couples. Whose couple goes out to cover the road early in the morning? You ask in the morning, maybe the store is not sold, how much do you still expect to sell?"

When Song Ma heard this, she said that.

She looked at the sky outside and confirmed with Song Song again: "You really saw that it was sold out."

"Why am I lying to you?" Song Song smiled, "Can I win the lottery and swallow my big head without hiding it, and I specially gave you some small money to spend money on the bend?"

Song Maheng glanced at him and felt that since he had made trouble in filling out the college entrance examination application, this kid had become more and more courageous. He spoke no big or small, and he dared to make any jokes!

Song Ma took a deep breath, got up and went out, and went to the landlord to call the landlord and asked about the sales situation for the last time.

There must have been Xiang Qiu's order there, and he quickly answered the phone.

Song Ma's expression quickly changed from uneasy to unbelievable.

She opened her eyes wide and repeated: "Really? Are they sold out?"

There was a good temper and said, "Yes, it's sold out. If it's convenient for you, come here to settle the money tomorrow. After deducting the cost and share, you should be able to get about 30,000."

Song Ma was completely stunned.

If there really is 30,000 yuan, Song Song's father will not have to worry about the money for hospitalization. In the future, they can save another 30,000 or 20,000 yuan to buy a house in the county town!

Just changing the packaging, can you really make that much money?

Thirty thousand, that's thirty thousand.

Song Ma hung up the phone and sat there blankly.

The landlord said, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Song Ma come to her senses.

She still remembers that Cai Bu showed off her face, and squeezed out a smile and said to the landlord: "It's nothing, I'll bother you about talking about fruits with others."

"What's the matter? My son has gone abroad and my husband is running outside all day long. I'm the only one at home all year round. If you come here, I will talk to you." The landlord smiled.

After chatting for a while, Song Ma walked home in a daze.

Seeing Song Ma's appearance, Song Song knew it in his heart. He asked, "Mom, have you asked?"

"It's sold out, it's sold out." said Song Ma.

This incident had a big impact on her. It was not that she had never made any money, but she had never thought about it before, and she would really not be able to recover for a while.

Song Song smiled and said, "The provincial capital is very large."

The bigger the place, the more opportunities it will be. More than 20,000 apples may take several days to buy or sell in the county town, but if they are placed in the provincial capital, it will be a small drop of water.

The population of the provincial capital is calculated by millions. Even if couples only account for a part of it, it is more people than those in small county towns. Xiang Qiu spent a lot of money on advertising and activities, and the atmosphere was hot. It would be surprising if he couldn't even make this little money.

Compared with Xiang Qiu's income, selling a few apples is just a drop in the bucket.

This is how business things are. Making money is like snowballing. If you have more capital in your hands, you will make money quickly. Rich people will become richer and richer.

Xiang Qiu didn't take this little money seriously, and Song Song didn't pay much attention to it.

Song Song smiled and said, "It's good to sell it out."

When Song Ma saw her son's expression of being neither arrogant nor impatient, she calmed down for no reason.

My son is still hers, and it doesn’t seem to change much, but the feeling my son gives her these days is different from before, as if she has grown up all of a sudden.

"I'll go delivering the goods tomorrow and pay the money by the way. I will only know how much it will cost." Song Ma muttered, "It shouldn't be less. With this money, your father doesn't have to worry about being discharged from the hospital early all day long. He can stay safe until his leg injury is healed."

Song Song said: "Mom, not only should my father's legs be treated well, but our whole family will also go for a physical examination. You have had a physical examination when you were working in the factory before, and grandparents and others have never done it."

Song Ma paused.

There is not so much attention to physical examinations in the countryside, and many people will never do it in their entire lives. People in the county don’t often do it. Who will go to the hospital if they are not sick? However, this money was earned by Song Song. Although she is not a democratic parent, Song Song mentioned this matter as a sign of filial piety, she shouldn’t stop her.

Thinking of the money that would cost for the examination, Song Ma felt a little distressed.

She didn't know about it before, but after her husband had an accident, she kept every amount of money in her account, and she wiped her tears because she was short of money, and was naturally impressed by the charges for various inspections.

She herself is fine, but sometimes she feels chest tightness and dizziness. She should be too tired and she can recover after a break.

The two old people are different. They are old and either hurt here or there, and they are reluctant to go to the hospital. They sell painkillers themselves to take, and they usually endure it.

If you have a daughter’s condition, you have to check it out and feel more at ease.

Song's mother thought for a long time and gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, when I get the money, I will go to the hospital to ask for the price. It is suitable for us to have a family of physical examinations."

Song Song breathed a sigh of relief.

His grandfather's heart problem is easy to solve in the early stage. It will become a big problem if he drags it over and over again. If he can check it out this time and treat it well, it will be completely a problem to live for more than ten or twenty years.

Otherwise, I would like to talk about the disease in Chinese medicine.

Song Song was in a good mood and felt that living a life again this time was completely easy, and there was nothing that could be difficult to defeat him!

Just after entering the room, Song Song was beaten by reality again: his sister thought his study progress was OK, so she decided to make it more difficult for him.

Song Song: “…………”

Song Song looked at his sister's serious little face and felt a sense of fatigue arise.

He has to admit that learning is his natural enemy!

Song Song wrote a question for a while, and suddenly thought of a bunch of youth awards on Gu Linshen's resume. Their small county town doesn't engage in competitions, and there are few places. They didn't understand these at the time. He was average in his studies. It was normal for Lao Cai to mention it to him, but his sister is so talented, why hasn't she ever participated in these competitions?

If his sister also won the award, it might be a random choice for Tsinghua and Peking University, and major universities are competing to seek people.

Song Song looked at Song Rongrong and secretly kept this incident in his heart.

Song Rongrong noticed that her brother stopped writing and looked over, paused when he read the book, and turned around and asked, "Where can't do it?"

Song Song didn't say anything, so he picked two questions and asked Song Rongrong to explain it to him.

The brother and sister learned to sleep together.
To be continued...