On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar calendar, Ziqiao was out of school in the afternoon. The family of three agreed last night to go shopping today.
After the New Year, there are no more "outsiders" coming to collect debts, and the neighbors have returned to their normal concern for them. They often give them many things during the New Year.
Although they are only some cabbage, potatoes, peppers and eggplants, it is a timely gift for Sang Xiaoyu's family, and they will save a lot of money in this regard.
Before the Spring Festival today, Sang Xiaoyu made a lot of money, and her mood was much better than in previous years. She decided to spend 700 yuan to spend some money.
My mother was unhappy again and said, didn’t you say you wanted to save money for a house? Why are you so lavish?
Sang Xiaoyu did not listen to her mother's advice this time and said: "Mom, we have been suffering for three years. I made thousands more years ago. You haven't bought anything for yourself in the past three years. I don't listen to you today."
Yes, I will buy it for you."
The mother was also a little happy. She looked at the excited Sang Xiaoyu and gave her a fake glance. Sang Xiaoyu knew the meaning of this look and said loudly: "What is this seven hundred yuan? I am not bragging now. I sometimes make seven hundred yuan a day."
Pass."
My mother finally smiled and said, "You can do it!"
Last night, she asked Ziqiao excitedly: "Eldest son, if you want anything, just write it down. Mom will agree to it."
Seeing his mother's sunny expression, Ziqiao became excited for a moment. He took out his pen and notebook and wrote it down seriously.
Ziqiao already knows a lot of words. He no longer has to pester his grandma to tell stories at night, but prefers to read them by himself.
Almost all the toys and books from my aunt's house were transferred to their house.
Ziqiao wrote seriously, and when he handed it into Sang Xiaoyu's hands, he carefully looked at his mother's expression.
Although things at home are getting better day by day, his frugality in life has never changed. He is afraid that his mother will be unhappy.
Sang Xiaoyu picked up Ziqiao's shopping list like a teacher and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Kid, I want to see if your request is unreasonable."
She saw what was written on the paper:
1: Three large notebooks.
2: A fine fountain pen; (same as Sun Yu’s)
3: One schoolbag;
4: One foam pencil case.
5: If possible, there will be another Transformers. (Or not)
6: An animation book. (optional)
7: Gun (optional)
Sang Xiaoyu looked at it and felt a little sad. She remembered that Ziqiao three years ago was often unhappy because of toys. When he went to the store, he would rather not eat than clamor for toys.
Cheng Weize obeyed his words, but Sang Xiaoyu said that if you doted on him so much, he would get worse.
Now my son seems to have grown up all of a sudden and no longer dares to ask for toys or anything like that.
Sang Xiaoyu's heart was extremely desolate.
In order to cover up her inner guilt, she said like a queen, "I approved your report! Can you add more!"
When Ziqiao heard this, he excitedly threw himself into his mother's arms, just like when he was a child, he was lazy in her arms and refused to leave.
The mother said she was too spoiled.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that her mother was more serious than her. As long as Ziqiao wanted, her mother would never refuse, but Ziqiao was too sensible now and didn't want anything.
Zi Qiao has been thinking about these things for a long time. Sun Yu is the younger brother of his eldest aunt, and he has long wanted a pen like his.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that the pen cost more than 20 yuan, so she couldn't bear to spend that much money to buy it. It was Chinese New Year and she wanted to make her son happy.
Sang Xiaoyu deliberately teased her son and said, "You really don't want it anymore? I can tell you that after passing this village, there will be no such store."
Ziqiao happily hugged his mother and said, "That's enough. I thought you were going to cut it down."
Sang Xiaoyu turned her head and pretended to look at something, but actually she wanted to cry. Her mood was extremely complicated.
Sang Xiaoyu said to her son: "Baby, you are my hope. With you, I have the strength to fight."
Zi Qiao said unceremoniously: "Mom, don't worry, I will take care of the rest." He clenched his little fists, really like a man.
Sang Xiaoyu was extremely happy.
Before going to bed at night, Sang Xiaoyu wanted to take a good shower. She wanted to freshen herself up, so that at least she wouldn't be too embarrassed when she went to the street tomorrow.
After washing her face and wiping her face with her mother's cream, she noticed that her hair in the mirror was covered in gray. She put down the cream and washed her hair again.
When she sat down in front of the mirror again and prepared to paint her face, she found that her hair was still gray. She thought it was because of the flickering light, so she hurriedly called Zi Qiao and said, "Son, look at what's wrong with mom's hair."
Ziqiao got out of the quilt, stood behind her mother, picked up a strand of hair and said, "Mom, your hair is all gray and can't be wiped off."
Sang Xiaoyu waved her hand and asked Ziqiao to lie down again. Sadness flowed through her heart like a tide. She was only thirty years old, thirty years old!
If you grow old before you get old, you are talking about yourself.
It was late at night, and Sang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, looking at the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, and his gray hair had turned black.
It's like countless secrets and lies, only in the darkness, they are hidden to make your heart feel at ease.
After a tiring day, she had no time to lament the injustice of life, so she fell into a deep sleep with a depressed mood.
Early the next morning, Sang Xiaoyu went out with the cart again. Her hair was tied with a rubber band and it was complete. She had already forgotten what happened last night.
Sang Xiaoyu returned home early that day and made a simple bowl of noodles.
The mother went to visit with her son, and she agreed that she would take her mother and son to the mall later.
Before four o'clock, Zi Qiao came back in a hurry, with his mother following behind him.
Sang Xiaoyu immediately brought the noodles and egg sauce and said, "Mom, when you and Ziqiao finish eating, let's set off."
He glanced at Ziqiao again and said, "I will also buy grandma some more of her favorite food today."
Zi Qiao nodded.
He shook his head in an air of grandeur and hung the gun on the wall as usual. Instead of sitting at the dinner table, he squatted into the room mysteriously and rummaged under the cabinet.
Sang Xiaoyu was afraid that he would stain her clothes, so she said, "Don't turn it over. Look at this ash. Let's eat quickly. Let's leave after eating."
The mother also spoke and asked Ziqiao to wash his hands and serve the table.
Ziqiao ignored his mother's words and took out an iron box for biscuits.
Grandma and Sang Xiaoyu often watched him dig in and put some gadgets that children liked into the iron box, such as cigarette paper boxes, glass marbles... without paying any attention.
Unexpectedly, he put the box on the kang, opened it, and pulled apart the things on it. There was a thick wad of money inside.
The most is one yuan, but there are also two yuan and fifty cents, and there are also many steel coins.
Sang Xiaoyu and grandma were stunned for a moment. Ziqiao said with a high voice: "Mom, take it all and pay off the debt!"