"What should I do about Shanshan?" Luo Shuisheng's black and white eyes looked at Mo Hongying through thick lenses and asked with concern.
"Either let Shanshan go to her grandma's place, or go to her grandma's place." Mo Hongying said simply and easily.
"Okay!" Luo Shuisheng nodded slightly and said, "If you need help, please let me know."
After hearing this, Mo Hongying looked at Luo Shuisheng with clear eyes and said, "I have to go to night school, so I'll have to worry about the cinema. Of course, I will do my job well and finish it."
"It should help you make progress. Don't worry!" Luo Shuisheng looked at her gently and said.
"I didn't register for classes during the holidays. I have classes at night and I definitely have to study during the day." Mo Hongying said with a smile, "Please help me look out for you. After all, you are not doing your job properly!"
"What do you mean by not doing your job properly? Those who chat, knit, read newspapers, and drink tea at work... are really not doing their job properly." Luo Shuisheng heard this and sneered, "Just study hard!"
"Get busy! I'm out." Mo Hongying stood up and left the screening room.
As soon as he came out, he saw Wu Xiangyang coming back from washing dishes, "Sister Hongying, you are here and you have been discharged from the hospital." He said in surprise, "What's this hair like yours?"
Mo Hongying closed her eyes in her heart. It seemed like everyone in the factory knew about her family's mess.
"Cut! It's nothing serious, I just came to work." Mo Hongying looked at Wu Xiangyang with a calm expression and said, "Go ahead! I'm leaving." She quickly left the screening room with her feet up.
Wu Xiangyang entered the screening room carrying two wet aluminum lunch boxes.
"Sister Hongying is fine, I thought I had to rest for two days!" Wu Xiangyang put the lunch box on the desk, "I cut my hair to cover the bump on my forehead!"
"Shh... don't mention this, just know it." Luo Shuisheng put his index finger to his lips and said.
"I know, I know, why don't I just say it now?" Wu Xiangyang said quickly after hearing this.
"Come here when you have nothing to do. Xiao Mo told me that she is going to night school." Luo Shuisheng looked at Wu Xiangyang with a smile on his face and said.
"Ah! Are you going to school at this age?" Wu Xiangyang pulled out a chair and sat down and said.
"It's never too late to go to school. We have to encourage Xiao Mo. Some things are possible without her hard work." Luo Shuisheng looked at him with clear black and white eyes under his thick lenses and said, "It's okay to divert her attention. The sycamore tree attracts the phoenix. You still have to cultivate yourself."
"Does the cultivation that the master is talking about mean going to night school?" Wu Xiangyang looked at him and said, dumbfounded.
"That's right." Luo Shuisheng said crisply, "I regret not studying well when I should have gone to school." Looking directly at him, he said, "You are just over 20 years old and reading books."
"I..." Wu Xiangyang pointed to himself and shook his head slightly, "No."
Luo Shuisheng knew that his little apprentice had a heavy burden on his family. There were five boys and two girls in the family, and he was a third-rate man. His father didn't care for him, and his mother didn't love him.
There is no place to live at home, so I have been living in this screening room.
Except for my own necessary expenses, all the salary I receive goes to my family.
A 20-year-old young man with a pompous appearance, but he still hasn’t found a partner yet. Isn’t it because he dislikes his family’s poverty?
"Studying costs money, so read more newspapers." Luo Shuisheng taught him.
"The newspaper looks good!" Wu Xiangyang looked at him with bright eyes and said.
"What I want you to read are policies, editorials, and Ruiping. I don't want you to read the colorful eye-catching advertisements in newspapers." Luo Shuisheng looked at him angrily and said.
"I haven't heard enough in the past few years! The big speakers are broadcasting in turn." Wu Xiangyang pointed to the dusty big speakers on the telegraph poles outside the window and said, "The satellite broadcasts are all national newspapers!"
"It's different. What matters now is seeking truth from facts." Luo Shuisheng said with a serious face, "Read more newspapers. From now on, read to me every day when you are fine. My eyes are not good."
"You can't be dazzled by this, you are wearing glasses for myopia." Wu Xiangyang said with a smile, looking at the master who still had a straight face and said, "I can't read!"
"I'm watching you!" Luo Shuisheng pointed at him with his index finger and said.
Wu Xiangyang shook his head and laughed when he heard this. He had nothing to do anyway, so he just wanted to coax the stubborn master.
&*&
Mo Hongying walked around her work place and sat in her office. She was alone in the huge office.
Mo Hongying opened the drawer. Inside was an unfinished navy blue sweater, which was cut into pieces.
Even if this native is angry, there is no need to destroy things!
Mo Hongying looked at the shredded sweater and wool, unable to even repair them.
"What should I do?" Mo Hongying blinked and said to herself, "It seems that it can only be thrown away as garbage." After thinking about it, she said, "There should be some wool left, so I can give the remaining wool to others."
Mo Hongying checked her office. It was simple and clear, and there really wasn't anything that needed too much attention.
He said hello to Luo Shuisheng and went home.
Mo Hongying found her 26-slash bicycle at the entrance of the corridor of Tongzi Building. She had to try it first!
She had never ridden on this thing before, and it looked crooked. Fortunately, she was tall enough. Before she fell, she had her legs on the ground, which saved her and the bike from falling to the ground.
With the memory of the indigenous body, it was not that difficult for Mo Hongying to learn to ride a bicycle, and she quickly mastered it.
It's much faster to go to night school by bike, and the buses don't run at night!
Mo Hongying rode her bicycle and went around the huge machinery factory.
It felt to her that it was really big, with a wide area and good greening.
Moreover, the machinery factory is located in the city center and has a good location.
It's just that the sound of this machine is not as roaring as the indigenous people remember...
During the working hours, the workers in the factory area can be seen to be much more lazy. They are not as energetic as that time, and they walk with wind in their eyes.
This decadent trend is somewhat obvious!
&*&
In the blue sky, cotton-like clouds flowed gently.
The cool wind was blowing Mo Hongying's short hair, and the jingling bells... combined with the crisp ringtones, this scene looked particularly beautiful.
Gu Shanshan walked out of the school gate with her schoolbag on her back and saw her mother waiting outside holding her bicycle.
Gu Shanshan ran over with a bright smile on her face, "Mom!"
"Run slower, I'm waiting for you!" Mo Hongying looked at Gu Shanshan with a layer of warmth in her amber pupils.
"Mom, why did you come to pick me up?" Gu Shanshan looked at her with a flushed face and said.
"I came as soon as I thought about it." Mo Hongying said truthfully, it was indeed a sudden move, "You are very happy."
"Of course." Gu Shanshan nodded heavily, grinning from ear to ear.
"Get in the car." Mo Hongying nodded her chin in the back seat and said, "Are you going back by yourself? Do you want me to hold you?"
"Look down on me." Gu Shanshan held the back seat of the car with both hands and jumped directly to sit on it.
