It was less than nine o'clock that day. After dinner, I planned to go out to see what I was suitable for.
Sang Xiaoyu had no idea what to do and where to start? She was confused.
The money she owed was clearer than every day, but she couldn't figure out how to pay it back. She was at a loss what to do.
It's not a problem to lie in bed all the time. My mother's face didn't look good yesterday, let alone others?
Just as I was about to get up, someone came.
The neighbor Aunt Bai knocked on the door and came in.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that her nickname was Big Speaker. No matter whose family had trouble, she would broadcast it. She was famous for her quick talk.
So, she quickly returned to the bed, faced inward, and pretended not to wake up.
Aunt Bai went directly into her mother's back room, while Ziqiao had already gone to kindergarten.
Aunt Bai glanced at Sang Xiaoyu lying on the bed through the door glass window, and said dissatisfied to her mother: "We are the ones who borrowed money from you. She lies like this every day, when will we pay back the money?"
The mother answered and said she was going out soon.
Aunt Bai asked puzzledly: "What is she doing by locking herself in the room all day? Don't tell her that she is lying like this. If you want to make money, be less ruthless, be less cruel, and just lie down as a good person all day long.
Is money falling from the sky?”
The mother explained: "Two people found jobs for her. Didn't she want to compare them? There was no way of paying them back!"
Aunt Bai's dissatisfaction became more and more intense.
She said: "How can there be any comparison with lying in bed every day? If I knew you were like this, I might as well not have lent it to you in the first place."
Sang Xiaoyu knew that from now on, she would not even have the right to sleep and rest. She really wanted to say: Every citizen has the right to choose life, why do you care about me?
But now people not only have to take care of her, but also her mother.
In the past two days, her mother had also persuaded Sang Xiaoyu to go out and look for work. Now all the burdens were on her, and sleeping alone would not solve any problems.
Of course Sang Xiaoyu knew that she couldn't survive by sleeping, but her mind was very confused and she was preoccupied with planning how to find a more profitable job.
Aunt Bai's voice became louder and louder, and her dissatisfaction became stronger and stronger. She also said that the neighbors were looking at her mother's face. With her mother's promise, everyone did not look at the monk's face but looked at the Buddha's face and finally raised some money.
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Of course she was dissatisfied with how she looked now, her voice became louder, and she turned from insinuating to blatant.
Her mother was submissive and changed from her past strong-willed attitude. Now she, like Sang Xiaoyu, is the target of attack.
"Get up quickly!" Aunt Bai shouted towards Sang Xiaoyu's house, and then left angrily.
My mother was also very angry.
She rushed into the house and said to Sang Xiaoyu, who had his back turned to her: "Are you going to sleep like this day after day?"
Sang Xiaoyu got up quickly. She knew that as long as her mother was angry, her life would not be easy. She had to pass her mother's test.
So she said rudely: "Mom, I heard everything she scolded. You don't need to repeat it. I'm leaving now. Don't get angry."
Thinking of Sang Xiaoyu's despair, her mother sighed and said, "It's not that I want to force you, but this mountain is too heavy. How can you carry it alone? Are you putting your whole life on it?"
"Mom, have you heard the story "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains"? I am that Foolish Old Man now, and I want to move the mountain of debt away bit by bit."
The mother laughed angrily.
Now Sang Xiaoyu is almost a cross talk talker. Whenever she is at home, she will use such exaggerated methods to resolve her mother's dissatisfaction.
I am penniless, so what if I make a thousand a month? It's like throwing a penny into an abyss, without even making a sound, and the original confidence has long been gone.
Sang Xiaoyu finished combing her hair, put on clean clothes, and said to herself in the mirror: "No, I will set a goal for myself. Within ten years, I will pay off all my debts."
The mother thought for a while, sighed and said, "I would have been buried long ago, and it would be more peaceful to be buried. What kind of life have I been living?"
"Mom," Sang Xiaoyu said coquettishly: "Mom, you can't be buried. If I didn't have my mother, I wouldn't have the fighting spirit. My bravery comes from you. I want to pay back the money and let my mother live a good life."
What’s the date?”
My mother wanted to say something, but she swallowed it when she reached her lips. She sighed and said, "Let's take it step by step. Life is not that easy."
Sang Xiaoyu didn't listen to this. If it really took ten years to pay it off, she would have to earn more than 2,500 yuan a month.
When I was in a design institute, my monthly salary was less than 400 yuan. When I was in a small company, I only earned 600 yuan from dawn to dusk.
She couldn't work in a small company, so she resigned forcefully in order to be with her husband.
More than two thousand five thousand? Sang Xiaoyu was a little dazed and confused.
When Sang Xiaoyu went out, she saw the neighbors looking at her strangely. She knew that Aunt Bai might have exaggerated her behavior, and she had no intention of explaining it.
Her mother followed her out and asked her if she needed to ride a bicycle.
Sang Xiaoyu hasn't ridden for many years and said she doesn't know if she can ride again.
My mother pushed her original bicycle out of the warehouse and said that she might not be able to ride it anymore because it was already rusty.
If Sang Xiaoyu didn't have a car, it would be inconvenient to do anything. As the two of them were talking, Li Junhao came over from the side and said that his bicycle was useless and he might as well give it to Sang Xiaoyu. He also said that he had replaced it with a motorcycle.
Sang Xiaoyu wanted to refuse, but seeing that her car was already falling apart, her hesitation was quickly swept away by the wind.
I had no choice but to follow him to pick up the bike.
Along the way, there were morning glories in bloom everywhere.
The morning glories that were still blooming in the first two months have withered, and Sang Xiaoyu thought of how beautiful they looked in July.
They are pink, dark blue-purple and light white, and they are densely packed in every inch of the cracks in the walls and corners of the house.
They were climbing up crazily, and their small bodies could be seen as long as there was a slight gap. But now they were dim, and Sang Xiaoyu felt like herself.
Sang Xiaoyu was thinking wildly. Li Junhao said nothing all the way. When he arrived at his yard, there was indeed a brand new motorcycle in the yard.
Li Junhao rolled out the bicycle from the small warehouse and asked her if she could get used to riding it.
When Sang Xiaoyu saw that it was a 28-type men's bicycle, she nodded and said it was okay, she would get used to it.
Sang Xiaoyu asked him why he didn't go to work?
Li Junhao said that he has been working as a bodyguard for a big boss for a few days and has relatively free time.
Sang Xiaoyu asked him puzzledly why he still had a job as a bodyguard?
Li Junhao said that this is a tough job, and if you do it well, you will get a lot of money. Otherwise, where will you get the money to buy a house?
When it came to money, the two of them immediately fell silent, remembering the unpleasantness of borrowing money a few days ago.
Sang Xiaoyu took over the bicycle, and Li Junhao couldn't help but ask: "Did you really borrow it all?"
Sang Xiaoyu nodded.
"Who?" Li Junhao asked confusedly.
"classmate."
Li Junhao immediately stopped talking. He had also heard a little bit about Jiang Chunhui. When he heard her talk about classmates, he immediately thought of him, so he stopped talking.
Sang Xiaoyu pushed her bicycle out of Li Junhao's courtyard and found several people peering at her.
She knew that her every move was being monitored and she no longer had the freedom to rest or sleep.
The cart was on the road. She had to ride it twice before she could ride it firmly. She could no longer patronize the businesses around her home. The salary here would not exceed five hundred yuan. She wanted to get into the prime location, even if it was a bit tiring and difficult.
, as long as you make more money.
The situation is worse than imagined. The most job advertisements are in restaurants of all sizes, but the prices given are between 400 and 600.
Sang Xiaoyu remembered that the waiter her family hired at the beginning was also worth 500 yuan a month. If she wanted to earn 2,500 yuan, there was no way.
Sang Xiaoyu went from morning to night, and finally had to choose a breakfast bun shop.
The salary is 600 yuan, which provides two meals. The premise is that you go to work at four in the morning and get off at two in the afternoon.
The shop owners are a couple and a country girl.
The landlady seems pretty good to me, but she is a bit too fat, has a loud voice, and likes to boss others around.
As soon as Sang Xiaoyu seemed to agree, she asked Sang Xiaoyu to come to work the next day, and said that if she did well, she could get some extra money.
Sang Xiaoyu could only ride on the donkey to find a horse. She wanted to do it by herself first, otherwise she would attract scolding from the neighbors again.
Back home, Sang Xiaoyu deliberately exaggerated and said that she had found a job and made a lot of money, but it was difficult to live at home. She said that it was too far away from home and she wanted to discuss with her boss about living in
Just in the store.
Her mother seemed to have seen through her trick a long time ago and glanced at her without saying a word.
Sang Xiaoyu felt quite depressed. It seemed that her mother would only encourage her when she was in desperate situations, and the rest of the time she would be cold-hearted.
It took Sang Xiaoyu a full hour to reach the hotel by bike, and she took note of the time on the way back.
I go to work at four o'clock and leave home at three o'clock. Now it's November, and three o'clock in the morning is the darkest hour before dawn.
My mother agreed. Seeing how excited she was, she quickly took out the steamed buns and pickles.
My son Ziqiao has already fallen asleep.
Sang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, her body and mind still floating in the air. She had to hold on to the edge of the bed tightly to feel that there was no possibility of sinking.
My mother came over and exchanged words with her. The general idea was that after making money, I must first pay back the money of my neighbors. Otherwise, the 8,000 yuan will make my mother unable to hold her head up.
Sang Xiaoyu immediately agreed and said she would try to pay it off within three months.
While we were talking, there was a knock on the door. Who else would come so late?
The door opened by my mother turned out to be Li Junhao.
Li Junhao gave her a car key and a bicycle certificate, saying that he didn't need to ride anyway, so he might as well just give it to her.
Sang Xiaoyu said that she could still make some money by selling it.
Li Junhao ignored her words and asked her if she had found a job.
Sang Xiaoyu said she had found it, and her mother replied that it was a little early.
When he heard that Sang Xiaoyu was leaving for work at three o'clock the next day, he immediately said that he would see her off since he had a motorcycle anyway.
Sang Xiaoyu quit because he was very busy at work and it affected his rest.
Li Junhao said, didn't you only have one day? That's nothing. If you give it to me every day, he really can't afford it.
Sang Xiaoyu still refused, and Li Junhao said, what should I do if something happens so early? There are mothers and children, and you haven’t heard that there are quite a few accidents in the morning.
Sang Xiaoyu finally fell silent and acquiesced.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't sleep well all night.
In the middle of the night, she always dreams about being debt-collected. She doesn't know how many times she wakes up in her sleep. Sometimes she dreams about Cheng Weize.
But every time he was blurry, like a shadow, making Sang Xiaoyu unable to touch or grasp him.
In the early morning of the next day, ten minutes to half past three, Li Junhao knocked on Sang Xiaoyu's door on time.
Sang Xiaoyu was already prepared. She sat behind Li Junhao's car and naturally put her arms around him, feeling particularly safe.
Since he lent the money to Sang Xiaoyu, they never mentioned it again, and Li Junhao didn't speak during the whole journey. They arrived at the hotel in less than twenty minutes as fast as lightning.
Li Junhao looked at the dilapidated small restaurant, then looked at Sang Xiaoyu with a lonely expression and said: "Cheng Weize is really nothing. Let a weak woman like you work desperately to make money, and you can't even support your family."
, still a man?”
This time Sang Xiaoyu did not refute him. She stood silently in front of him, with the bun shop in front of her. To Sang Xiaoyu, it was like a football player going to the goal to take a penalty kick in a major game.
Success or failure depends on her own kick, how could she not be afraid in her heart.
"If you have anything to say, please speak to me." Li Junhao gave her a business card, turned around and left.
The boss and his wife had already arrived at the store, and the little girl arrived shortly after.
The boss is a man about forty years old, he doesn't like to talk, his face is very cold, he doesn't smile, and he looks a bit fierce when he is cold, like a gangster on the street.
He has tattoos all over his body, which are scary.
Sang Xiaoyu quickly joined them.
The work at the bun shop is tedious and time-consuming.
Last night, they had washed all kinds of vegetables and cooked the noodles. They mainly cut vegetables, chopped stuffing, and made steamed buns.
Sang Xiaoyu first used a meat grinder and put the meat that had been slowed in the refrigerator into it piece by piece, and then the boss lady mixed the stuffing.
Then Sang Xiaoyu was responsible for rolling out the buns, and the girl was responsible for placing the buns on the drawers. In less than half an hour, several tall drawers were on fire.
Sang Xiaoyu rolled the dough for a full hour and a half. Her arms felt unspeakable pain and her wrists were also a little uncomfortable. She held back and said nothing.
Before six o'clock, customers came to the door.
Sang Xiaoyu took the small note given to her by the landlady, put the buns with different fillings ordered on it into groups in plastic bags, and then piled them on the counter at the front desk.
The busy morning passed quickly, and the couple was quite satisfied with Sang Xiaoyu.
The landlady spoke directly and said that she was quite diligent, but she was not qualified for these jobs. He asked her what she did originally.
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said nothing. The boss told her not to ask.
The landlady said disapprovingly: "She's not a fugitive, so what are you afraid of?"
Sang Xiaoyu nodded and said that he was indeed not a fugitive, but he was just a little tired and didn't want to talk.