A beautiful normal life starts with a big bowl of soup stock and small meatballs in a dark alley.
When Mu Qingyun came out of the small white building, he immediately saw the food stalls in the alley.
A small tricycle and a big pot. Most of the customers are elementary school students and junior high school students nearby. There are also a few adults who work nearby. Strangers who don't know each other sit together, chatting and laughing.
A dozen skewers of vegetarian meatballs were rolled on a shallow paper plate, with some carrots visible inside. Mu Qingyun happily picked them up and ate them one by one.
Even though they may look like vegetarian meatballs, the owner of this restaurant is kind and the seasoning is based on the broth made from serious beef bones. The various seasonings that have become popular in this era are not used at all.
After all, the majority of customers are knowledgeable about goods. His prices are indeed a bit more expensive, but business is very good.
After Mu Qingyun finished eating the meatballs, he ordered a large bowl of soup like the others and drank it in one gulp, sweating out and feeling very happy.
The wind picked up.
The leaves rustle.
The August wind actually brought out the slightest bit of coolness.
This is the most comfortable wind, neither cold nor hot, neither wet nor dry, excellent.
Mu Qingyun thought of the various places she had lived, most of which were unbearably hot from January to August. She wished that even eating eighteen ice cream sticks a day was not enough. After leaving the air-conditioned room, she suddenly couldn't live her life.
There are also some days, in August, when the wind is bone-chilling.
Isn’t the climate changing a little fast?
But thinking about it carefully, the weather after she went to college seems to be much less extreme than the extreme weather she encountered when she was a child.
Mu Qingyun likes to let his mind think about various things casually when he is walking, eating, or having nothing to do.
"Jiang Qingyun."
Mu Qingyun didn't raise his head when he heard someone coming to the table and speaking in a clear teenage voice.
"Are you Jiang Qingyun?"
Mu Qingyun followed the voice and saw that the person coming was a young boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. He was quite tall and fair-skinned. He should be Jiang Minhua's twin brother, Jiang Guotai.
On the day she first came to Xiong County, she didn't see this child.
Jiang Minhua's uncle Li Congshan talked about his nephews and nieces when he was running out of words on the train.
He said that Jiang Guotai and Jiang Minhua were not in the same class. They would always play outside after school and would not go home until night. They were not as well-behaved as Jiang Minhua.
"Hmph, don't act like you've suffered a lot. Do you think your father is not good to you but good to me and my sister? Bah, he's not my biological father. How can he be good to me?"
"He sent you his salary every month and said he would give you pocket money. When he came to my place, he just took care of things. He only gave you ten yuan every month. He was not allowed to eat out or go to the game arcade. He stared at me doing my homework every day, and even made small reports to my teacher, making my teacher stare at me. Even during the break, the English teacher forced me to memorize English words, saying that my father had told me, and he forced me to do it all day long. Just know how to push!"
Jiang Guotai had obviously been holding back these words for who knows how long. He kept talking at the beginning, and then he snorted for a long time, "Anyway, don't show off all day long that our brothers and sisters have taken advantage of you, and how much have you eaten." It’s annoying to look like you’re losing money!”
When he thought about the past few days, the parents at home would quarrel as soon as they came home. No matter what they talked about, they would end up quarreling. In the end, the theme of the quarrel must be Jiang Qingyun, and he became more and more annoyed.
My father hopes that my mother will quickly help Jiang Qingyun transfer to a new school. The First Affiliated High School will start in September this year, so that she can study smoothly.
My mother had already agreed, but after seeing this unlucky 'sister', she became very angry and shouted every day, "If you have the ability to show off, if you have the ability to discover, don't ask me for help!"
It's noisy again. The girl from the countryside is already in her third year of junior high school. If she insists on transferring to another school at this time, will the attached high school be willing to accept her?
It's true that she is a teacher in this school, but she can't do whatever she wants in school, so why should she work so hard to make a movie for a little girl who doesn't know what it means?
Jiang Guotai felt that his mother did nothing wrong at all.
Just like what his mother said, she, Jiang Qingyun, was a bastard who found her way home and would not bow her head. Could it be that his mother would still pamper her? It's not like it crawled out of your own belly, so why bother?
However, his mother had to yell, and the roar could be heard by the neighbors.
Today when he went to school, the neighbors asked him - did your mother really say that she would have to ask your father's sister to kowtow to her and apologize for her mistakes? ?
Jiang Guotai: "..."
“Anyway, don’t wander around our house and go back to your country—ouch!”
Jiang Guotai roared in excitement, swinging his arms around and hitting others with a loud bang.
"What kind of dog do you come from? You don't have eyes!"
Jiang Guotai suddenly turned his head and glared at him, but he was stunned, his arrogance was a little low, and he was a little sarcastic.
The person he hit with his arm was an old man. He was stooped and skinny. He looked at the old man and looked up at him. He seemed a little dazzled and couldn't see clearly at all.
After all, he is an old man. Jiang Guotai is just a somewhat unruly young man. He is not really evil-hearted, so he kept his mouth shut and just muttered, "How old are you? You can run outside without fear of falling to death in a ditch one day!"
The skinny old man smiled, his face wrinkled and trembling, but he didn't say a word. He just walked past Jiang Guotai and Mu Qingyun step by step, walked through the dark alley, and walked out.
Mu Qingyun smiled, turned around and continued to eat his own small meatballs. As soon as he picked up the bowl, he suddenly frowned and looked stern. He stood up and swept away the sand and gravel on the ground. The sand flew up and went towards the back of the old man's head.
Jiang Guotai was shocked: "You actually hit the old man!"
The tail of his words was still swaying, and his eyes blurred, and he could only see Jiang Qingyun's ponytail. What was even more terrifying was that he seemed to see the skinny old man turning into a scud, flying up, and crossing the railing in one step. Across the road.
Jiang Guotai instinctively chased after him. After only a few steps, he saw two bolts of lightning passing over the bicycles and cars along the way, darting from left to right and disappearing.
He touched his head blankly, and suddenly realized something was wrong. He moved his shoulders and said with horror, "Ah, where's my schoolbag!!"
In the schoolbag, there were not only 400 yuan for his tuition and miscellaneous fees, but also 200 yuan for his food expenses, as well as the special New Year's money and pocket money saved this year, 130 yuan, which added up to more than 700 yuan.
This is not a small sum. Cold sweat poured down Jiang Guotai's face, and tears burst out: "Wow!"
Jiang Guotai cried and called the inspection department. When he saw the inspector coming over, he cried, stumbled and talked about the bad luck he had encountered today.
The inspector of the Inspection Department naturally did not know Jiang Guotai, but he recognized Jiang Qingyun in his mouth. The day before yesterday, Inspector Zou had just come over to help the little girl change her surname. (End of chapter)
