When I got home, I left the trolley at the door and went straight into the house carrying the malachite green glaze bowl.
Song Jianguo was not at home at this time, Song Wenfang was sitting in the living room reading a book, and Song Wenming was lying on the bed and dozing off.
When I saw my eldest brother suddenly coming back, I was so excited that I sat up immediately.
"Brother, I have finished all the homework for today and I am not lazy."
"Yeah, I got it. I'll reward you with two cents. Go buy two popsicles and bring one to your sister. You can keep the extra money for yourself. Go ahead." Song Wenjing followed almost the same routine as the shirtless man.
Send his brother out of the bedroom.
When the little kid heard that there were popsicles to eat, he didn't even think about going to sleep. He took the money and ran outside.
After Song Wenming left, Song Wenjing carefully opened the wrapped newspapers layer by layer, and then revealed the malachite green glaze bowl.
Holding the bowl in his hand, he began to recall the relevant knowledge he had learned and compared it one by one. All aspects were consistent. Although there was no relevant instrument for testing yet, Song Wenjing had already determined that he had picked up one this time.
Big leak.
This item is much more precious than the previous pictures of ladies from Fei Danxu that I received. It is simply incomparable.
Song Wenjing kept looking at it like this, until more than ten minutes later, he reluctantly put it down. The problem now is how to save it. There is only such a big place in the house, and his younger brothers and sisters still live in his bedroom.
There seems to be no place to put it except under the bed.
This can be regarded as the helplessness of poor families. If they want to hide a good thing, they don’t know where to hide it. They can’t dig a hole in the backyard field and bury it in it.
In desperation, Song Wenjing could only find useless rags from home. After wrapping the peacock green glazed bowl in layers, he wrapped it again in oilcloth paper and placed it at the innermost corner of the bed.
At this time, he also had the intention of building a new house.
Although there are four rooms in the house, one is the kitchen, one is the living room, and the remaining two are bedrooms.
My parents live in one room, and there are always a lot of inconveniences when three little ones are squeezed into one room.
Especially my younger sister Song Wenfang, as a girl, has gradually grown up and needs her own independent space. Although she is sensible and never makes requests to the family, as the eldest brother, she still has to think of things that should be considered for her in advance.
In her previous life, Song Wenfang was unable to enter college due to family reasons, so she returned to the town to work early and got married a few years later.
But Song Wenjing knew that with his sister's hard work and her consistently top grades, if she could be given a good environment and help her solve her worries, there would be no problem in getting into college.
Moreover, the college admission rate in the 1990s was very different from that in the 1980s.
Song Wenjing once felt deep regret because he failed to get into college. Although in his class, there were only two people in the school who got into college, and he failed to get into the exam because he was a few points behind.
You must know that college students in the 1980s and 1990s could be allocated by the state, and in that era, as a scarce resource, college students could receive preferential treatment wherever they went. That was the real iron rice bowl.
"Brother, I bought three popsicles, one for each of us." Song Wenming hurried in, holding a nearly melting popsicle in his hand.
Song Wenjing touched his little head and took one of them. The little guy could still think of bringing one to his elder brother, so the teachings he received during this time were not in vain.
Nothing happened in the afternoon, and Song Wenjing suddenly stopped working. Song Wenjing was still not used to it.
I always want to find something to do in my mind, but for a while, I don’t know what to do.
At this time, a woman's figure flashed into his memory. More than half a month had passed. He had promised her to go see her, but he had been very busy and didn't know how to explain himself to the other party.
As a result, the current business has been delayed.
Yes, this person is Yang Lili.
Song Wenjing has never been in love and has no experience at all. He doesn't know what women think in their hearts. In addition, it is true that his current job is a bit embarrassing, and he always feels that he is inferior in front of Yang Lili.
He can be calm in front of other people. But in front of this girl, he still hopes to leave a good impression on the other person. He doesn't want the other person to look down on him because of his profession.
The two have known each other since junior high school, and were in the same class for three years in high school. The youthful ignorance also blossomed between the two. As for whether it can come to fruition, Song Wenjing still needs to come up with a share.
Be brave and rush forward bravely.
When he wanted to do it, Song Wenjing found a relatively new-looking sweatshirt from the cabinet, washed his face. Then he went to borrow a bicycle from his neighbor next door, and hurried to the city.
In fact, there are buses, but it takes at least half an hour to walk from home to the bus stop, and there are not many buses every day, so he is too lazy to wait any longer.
After riding for less than an hour, Song Wenjing was still a little excited. This could be regarded as the first time in his life that he took the initiative to find a girl. He was a little uneasy, but more of a longing.
"Song Wenjing, it's really you!"
At the gate of the textile factory, a crisp and excited voice sounded, it was Yang Lili.
"Yang Lili, I, I happened to be passing by here and came to see you." Song Wenjing scratched his head, thought about his excuses, and finally found a poor excuse.
"Keke, if you want to see me, just come here. We have known each other for so long, what are you doing?" Yang Lili pursed her lips and giggled.
The girl's character has always been relatively straightforward, especially since she is very familiar with Song Wenjing, so she is not so reserved.
"Hey! Song Wenjing, what have you been doing during this time? Why are you so tanned now!" Yang Lili seemed to have discovered something, "Do you work outside every day in your fertilizer factory? Aren't you an office clerk?"
Song Wenjing originally didn't want to bring up this topic, especially since he took the initiative to find the girl today. But when the matter came to pass, he could only tell the truth to the other party and could not hide anything.
When Song Wenjing told Yang Lili what happened during this period, both of them fell into silence. Song Wenjing was even a little frustrated. He didn't know how the girl would react.
In the end, it was Yang Lili who took the initiative and said, "Song Wenjing, do you plan to collect rags for the rest of your life?"
Hearing the girl's question, Song Wenjing replied eagerly: "No, my current situation is only temporary. After I save some money, I will definitely start my own business. Yang Lili, you have to believe me."
The girl smiled again, "I definitely believe in you. Among all my friends, I have always had great confidence in you."
In this case, part of the meaning has actually been expressed.
Unfortunately, Song Wenjing, who had little experience, did not experience anything from it. However, when he heard Yang Lili say this, he was still very happy in his heart.
The matter of collecting rags has been weighing on his mind. He didn't know how to tell Yang Lili from the beginning. Now that he took this opportunity to finally talk about it, he felt a lot more comfortable. Moreover, Yang Lili did not express her regret.
This dissatisfaction made him particularly happy.
"Come on, I'll take you to visit our textile factory. This is your first time here and I'll take you for a walk."
Yang Lili walked gracefully beside Song Wenjing, and the unique fragrance of a young girl passed by the tip of Song Wenjing's nose.
Song Wenjing's face turned red involuntarily. After living for so long, this was the first time he had been so close to a girl who was not a relative, which made him a little overwhelmed.
Even for a moment, he had an impulse to hold the girl's hand. But he didn't dare, for fear of scaring the girl. He could only silently follow the girl's footsteps and walk side by side into the door of the textile factory.
Once upon a time, he had fantasized about this. Unfortunately, after becoming lame, he could no longer muster the courage.
Now, he has finally realized his former fantasy, which makes him ecstatic. In his heart, he yearns for infinite hope. At the same time, he is also silently thinking about seizing the time to make money, and after accumulating to a certain level, he will find ways to do other things.