If God can give me another chance, I will definitely not let you slip away from me.
----------------"Zhang Xiaoxian fought hard this time!"
After school, Zhang Xiaoxian really wanted to hold Lin Yuner's hand. Since there was such an opportunity to go back to the past, if he didn't take advantage of it, who would he be worthy of?
But looking at Lin Yuner, he hesitated again.
Such a beautiful girl, I used to look at it quietly and never thought of getting close...
And now it's within reach and all he can do is look at it like this?
When Lin Yuner returned home, Zhang Xiaoxian wanted to go with her.
When Zhang Xiaoxian was about to go over to say hello, Lin Yuner didn't even look at him. Instead, she seemed a little afraid of him, lowered her head and left.
Zhang Xiaoxian still doesn't know how scary her image is, of course in the eyes of a good kid.
Just walking around like this, Zhang Xiaoxian returned home leisurely. As soon as he walked into the corridor, he happened to meet Li Mingda who was out to throw out garbage. Zhang Xiaoxian had no expression on his face and waved his hand to say hello. Li Mingda's face suddenly turned white, and his eyes were bright.
As if he saw a ghost, he rushed back with the trash without saying a word, and the door was slammed shut with a bang.
A large piece of white wall was knocked down from the doorway.
Zhang Xiaoxian looked at the gray cement wall exposed on the wall and touched his nose angrily.
Zhang Xiaoxian walked into the house and threw his schoolbag on the small bed in the living room. This was his home, a small house with one bedroom and one living room, only about 20 square meters.
The cot was so small that Zhang Xiaoxian could only curl up every night when sleeping. If he stretched out his legs, his feet would leak out of the bed, and his feet would be numb the next day.
There is a worn-out four-corner cabinet placed by the bedside, which is his writing desk. Although it is a bit high, it is very sturdy and made of solid wood.
Zhang Xiaoxian filled a basin of water, took a rag, and knelt on the ground to wipe the gray floor clean. Because there were no floor tiles, the friction resistance of the ground was very high, so it was a bit difficult to wipe it.
In fact, the ground is not very dirty, but Zhang Xiaoxian wants her mother to have a clean home after she has been tired outside for a day.
After all the wiping and tidying up, Zhang Xiaoxian went to the kitchen and took out a large steaming roll from the steamer, and ate it mixed with tofu and green onions.
A 2-cent flower roll and 50-cent tofu were his dinner. This was already a good meal for the family. Zhang Xiaoxian spent all the family's savings on surgery and even owed a p-share of debt.
Families that were not wealthy became even more impoverished.
Money, this family needs money so much. Zhang Xiaoxian closed his eyes helplessly. His index finger flicked on the table unconsciously. He knew that he had the ability to make money, but sadly, he had no way.
I want to keep my profession, but who would use a teenage child as a tutor. Zhang Xiaoxian shook his head in displeasure and pushed the unfinished mixed tofu onto the table. There was no refrigerator at home, and the food was only
Can be placed outside.
Zhang Xiaoxian took out the physics paper and finished it in a short time. The paper was clean and tidy with no traces of alteration, and even the answers were correct. Zhang Xiaoxian never intended to hide himself. He was not afraid of others becoming suspicious.
Because in his opinion, since he entered this body, he is only himself, never a substitute for others. In the next few decades, he will only be himself.
Instead of deliberately pretending to be someone else and living a timid life, he would rather choose to die gracefully.
Now is the time for dinner, and the market is crowded and lively. There are countless vendors in the open-air market, and further inside is a place dedicated to buying cooked food and snacks.
There is an open-air cooking stall in front. It is a business of a couple. A gas tank moved from their own home, the necessary seasonings, a large pot, and a large bucket of water support the family's livelihood.
There was an endless stream of people buying stir-fried vegetables, and there was even a long queue. In comparison, the small stall selling spicy hotpot next to it seemed to be deserted and the business was a bit bleak.
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She sat on a small chair and looked at the couple who were doing business in full swing. She didn't know what she was thinking.
Zhang Xiaoxian came from a distance with a dozen noodles. His mother was too absorbed in looking at the side and did not notice her son's arrival. Zhang Xiaoxian stood next to her mother, and she saw envy in her mother's tired eyes.
He and Sadness followed her gaze and sighed slightly when they saw the couple who were cooperating with each other tacitly.
"Mom, it's time to eat."
"Oh." His mother came back to her senses, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her hands, reached out to take the noodles her son had brought, and cooked them in a small steamer.
Zhang Xiaoxian also pretended not to see anything, turned around and looked around pretending to be curious, waiting for the redness in his mother's eyes to fade before turning back.
Zhang Xiaoxian looked at the baskets of skewered vegetables placed on the tricycle, and always felt that there were too few types, and there were only vegetables.
It is difficult to make money in this era when the per capita income is only 600 to 700 RMB, but there are many ways to make big money. It is just a matter of whether you dare to try.
"Mom, do you think our spicy hotpot dishes are a little short?"
His mother looked at the vegetables in the car and said
“It’s quite complete.”
"Mom, why do you think so few people eat Malatang?"
Her mother frowned and thought, yes! Why are there so few people eating Malatang? She has never thought about this problem.
"Is it because it's too expensive?"
His mother thought for a long time and only came up with this reason.
"It's a bit expensive for five skewers for one dollar. However, I think it's because I'm not full. Maybe we can add some noodles, these foods that don't allow hunger."
Zhang Xiaoxian raised his eyebrows and suggested. His mother was happy at first and then cried and wrinkled her face. This is a good idea, but what if it doesn't sell.
Of course Zhang Xiaoxian knew what his mother was thinking, but he only suggested this. He would not force his mother to follow his own ideas, even if his own ideas were right.
Everyone should be in control of their own destiny. Others are just passers-by and guides in your life. There will be many complicated intersections on the road of life. It is up to you to decide how to go. Even if you make the wrong move, you must never regret it.
Zhang Xiaoxian is waiting for her mother's answer. If her mother is willing to try, the money problem will not be very difficult or even solved easily.
It doesn't matter if his mother doesn't want to try to maintain the status quo, he will find a way to solve the money problem himself.
"Okay, let's give it a try. Son, what do you think about us setting up a few tables later so that everyone can have a place to rest and eat."
Zhang Xiaoxian smiled knowingly. Sure enough, his mother did not disappoint him. She was a woman with ideas.
"Mom, are you leaving the stall at five o'clock in the afternoon?"
"Silly son, it's already finished at five o'clock. Even if you can light the fire and clean up the tables and chairs, you have to be here at four-thirty." Looking at her son who became a director, her mother felt as if she had eaten honey. It was so sweet.
She smiled and looked at her son, who had changed a lot since losing his memory. Her Xiaofei had finally grown up and become sensible.
"Really, what a coincidence. We will finish class at 4:30 and go home for dinner. I will help you later."
"No, you are in a critical period now. Your main task is to study. Don't worry about all this. Your mother and I are here!"
As his mother spoke, she took out the cooked noodles and scooped out a bowl of soup.
"It's okay. Don't worry. You can't do it alone. Besides, you can't make any mistakes."
The mother and son tried to shirk each other several times, but Zhang Xiaoxian finally persuaded his mother.
The beauty in her mother's heart was not in vain. Zhang Xiaoxian told the only lie from birth to now...
"Have Xiaofei eaten?"
"have eaten."
His mother smiled and nodded, maybe because she was very hungry, maybe because she was in a good mood, but after a while, her mother ate the bowl of noodles wholeheartedly.
After eating and drinking, his mother asked about Zhang Xiaoxian's school status today, and told Zhang Xiaoxian not to be willful and to be humble.
Zhang Xiaoxian nodded and wrote them down one by one.
"By the way, a new family has moved into our building right across the street from us. I heard that their son also has a son, and he seems to be attending No. 9 Middle School. I'll ask someday. From now on, you will have a companion when you go to and from school. I
I feel relieved." His mother said while sorting the vegetables.
Zhang Xiaoxian remembered that Li Mingda ran away as if he had seen a ghost when he saw him. He thought this matter was quite mysterious. He didn't care about having one more person going to and from school, but others did.
Zhang Xiaoxian still nodded in agreement, looking like he had been taught something.
There was a puff, and a burst of silly laughter came from the side. Zhang Xiaoxian turned around and saw that an old man setting up a bookstall had appeared next to him.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoxian didn't react to his sneer, the old man finally put away his smile, leaned forward and said dryly
"You're quite an interesting little guy."
The mother and son turned their attention to this strange old man, and the old man continued:
"You're a child who obviously has pretty features, red lips and white teeth. He doesn't look like a good person unless he's shaved bald. He doesn't look like a good person. I didn't expect him to be a quite sensible child."
Then he turned to his mother
"You are so blessed!"
"I'd like to lend you some good advice."
The old man slowly returned to the bookstall and sat down.
Zhang Xiaoxian frowned and stared at the old man for a long time, feeling as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember.
The master saw Zhang Xiaoxian always staring at him and asked with a smile
"Why do you want to buy used books? I'll give you a cheaper price. Each book costs a dollar, so you can choose whatever you want."
Zhang Xiaoxian walked to the bookstall, squatted down and quickly scanned a pile of books. When he saw a few books, his eyes glowed with fire.
The master took out a book from it and patted the non-existent dust and said
"Why, can you understand this English version of Marie Curie's book?"
Zhang Xiaoxian carefully took the book, his movements were as light and gentle as picking up a treasure. Then a mouthful of fluent English with standard pronunciation came out of Zhang Xiaoxian's mouth one after another.
