Han Ying helped prepare bicycle tickets and industrial coupons, and Song Hongguo only paid for it. Soon, the procedures were completed, and the brand new Phoenix bicycle belonged to her.
The two of them worked together to lift the car down from the third floor to the first floor. Along the way, they received countless envious and jealous looks. Han Ying was used to it, but Song Hongguo's scalp was numb when she saw it. She felt that what she was lifting was not a bicycle. Instead, he was strutting through the market holding a golden doll that laid eggs, as if the next second, someone would pounce on him and rob him.
Although she had a strong psychological quality, she was a little scared. When she left the department store, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Ying joked, "Are you afraid of this small battle? When you ride back to the village and are surrounded by a group of people, you can't catch the enthusiasm. The feeling is..."
Song Hongguo stepped in and thought about it, and suddenly shuddered, "Isn't it just buying a car?"
Han Ying said exaggeratedly, "Not only in the countryside, but also in the city, it is difficult for workers to buy a bicycle. It's not that they are short of money, but that they don't have tickets. Do you know how many tickets our factory issues in a year?" One hundred tickets. Only one hundred tickets are given to more than 10,000 employees. Do you think it is not enough? They are assigned to subordinate units or branches. There are only about ten tickets. Giving them to anyone will offend others, so the practice is to draw lots. , whoever draws it gets it, it’s like getting lucky.”
Song Hongguo rubbed her brows and said, "Okay, I don't know enough."
Han Ying shook his head and said rather unspeakably, "It's not that you know little, it's that you know too much. In the eyes of others, a big item like a bicycle must be very rare. If you can buy it at home, you have to think about it at least." It takes half a year to make up your mind. How is it like you? It’s like going to the canteen to order a dish. You just take out the money and buy it without thinking about anything. One hundred and eighty. To be honest, even I have to think about it for several nights. Woolen cloth."
Song Hongguo's eyes flashed, "Who said I didn't think about it? Ever since you told me, I've been thinking about it. Didn't you see that I carry so much money with me? I just kept preparing. All of a sudden I feel bad for spending so much money, okay? I have nearly five months’ salary. Excluding food and drink, I have to save for a year.”
After hearing this, Han Ying found some sense of reality and heard her continue, "My adoptive father also had a car before, but when I came here, I couldn't take it with me, so I sold it. There is also a house. My adoptive father also saved money over the years. I paid some money and left it to me in the end. Speaking of it, I have a lot of money. If you need money in the future, you can tell me whether there is more, one hundred or two hundred is no problem."
Hearing this, the doubts in Han Ying's heart disappeared. She nodded cheerfully, "Okay, I won't be polite to you then."
These days, who is willing to lend money to others? Anyone who can take the initiative to say this is definitely a true friend. Although Han Ying is not short of money, he is also very touched.
When the two were about to separate, Song Hongguo thought about it and decided to give her a heads up, so she told Yang Rongyue that she had received gifts for two consecutive days. This matter was not a secret in the hospital, but it had not been revealed to the whole hospital yet. The factory spread.
Sure enough, Han Ying didn't know. After hearing about it, she was shocked at first, then gossiped, and finally got excited, "It must not have been sent by Meng Jiao's uncle. Others don't know, and they can be deceived by her. How can I not be clear about it?" ? The Meng family that Yang Rongyue married before was in Daliu Village, the commune next door. I had asked someone to check it earlier. Although the Meng family was considered well-off in the village, they only had one more meal to eat than the others. Later, Meng Jiao After her biological father is gone, the Meng family will not survive, otherwise Yang Rongyue can take her daughter and remarry so happily? How much love does she have for the Meng family? "
"Over the years, she has had no contact with her at all. Especially as my father's position has become higher and higher, she is even less willing to be mentioned about the past. Meng Jiao is also the same. There is a county magistrate. What a handsome stepfather! She doesn’t like those poor relatives in her hometown. They won’t go back during the Chinese New Year. How can they miss such a white-eyed wolf like her? "
"Even if I miss you, I won't be willing to give you so many cakes, clothes and shoes. If the Meng family is really that rich, it's good. Maybe I can lure Meng Jiao away from my family."
"So, since it's not the Meng family, then who is it? The man's handwriting is about giving food and clothing. This is a drama of a man showing his attentiveness to a woman. Could someone be interested in Yang Rongyue and secretly show his affection? ? It’s not impossible. She is only forty and takes good care of herself. Her face is still visible. If it is true, then my dad..."
The more she spoke, the brighter her eyes became.
Song Hongguo reminded silently, "If it's true, then your dad's head will be a little green. Why are you so happy?"
Han Ying restrained her excitement and said, "Why am I unhappy? Humph, I have long wanted to tear off Yang Rongyue's hypocritical face. If she really messes around outside, my father will be embarrassed and angry, but if I can take advantage of this It's also a good thing to see her true colors. Maybe we can get divorced, but no, my dad definitely doesn't know yet, I have to talk to him tonight."
Song Hongguo reminded, "It's best not to talk about this through your mouth."
Han Ying was puzzled, "Why?"
Song Hongguo said, "Whether this is true or not, if you say it from your mouth, your father will feel embarrassed and may even get angry at you. Moreover, I guess Yang Rongyue will definitely not sit still and wait for death. If she thinks of something reasonable, With her explanation, your father was coaxed into believing her? By then, what will be the result of you, the one who spread the news behind her back? If Yang Rongyue were to accuse her again and say that you were also involved in this matter, would you still be able to clear her name? "
Han Ying broke out in a cold sweat, "Thanks for reminding me, otherwise I will be tricked by her this time. What should I do? Pretend not to know?"
Song Hongguo nodded, "Don't worry, even if you don't tell, your dad will still know what he should know. It's not a secret. Someone will always spread it to his ears."
Her guess was right, Han Cheng knew it now, but it was not what others said, but Yang Rongyue's own confession.
In order to show her good wife and mother, Yang Rongyue rushed back to cook at noon every day. She almost never brought food from the canteen and cooked all the food herself. In her words, no matter how hard and tired she was, she saw her husband and As long as the child eats and irons her clothes, she is satisfied.
Because of this alone, Han Cheng was very satisfied with her and tried his best to go home to eat every day. However, Meng Jiao and Han Ying both ate in the factory cafeteria, so usually besides him and Yang Rongyue at the dinner table, there was their child. They are twins, brother and sister.
Today at noon, after the family of four finished eating, Yang Rongyue sent the two children back to the bedroom to sleep. She took Han Cheng's arm back to their room and closed the door.
Seeing her mysterious and serious look, Han Cheng couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Yang Rongyue pulled him to sit down on the bed, and pulled out two boxes from under the bed. Then she looked at him and said anxiously, "Old Han, I might be being watched."
