Soon, Huang Xiaoyan's eyes turned red and she jogged all the way to the door of Xiaoshan's house.
However, after standing at the door, he felt a little timid.
"Sister Xiaoyan, come in, why are you standing there in a daze?"
"This... Xiaoshan, will he blame me and deny me?" Will he think I am embarrassed?
"Hey, Sister Xiaoyan, don't think blindly. How can a child not want his mother? And you did it for him, so why would he feel embarrassed about you?"
And Xiaoshan felt that a five-year-old child would not understand what a dancer is.
After hesitating for a while, longing finally defeated timidity.
The little man in the house was diligently sweeping the yard with a broom taller than himself.
"Put down Goudan quickly and let me sweep it. Why are you still doing the work?" Xiaoshan quickly stepped forward and took the big broom.
Zhang Qingsong smiled and corrected him again: "Brother Shan, you forgot again. My name is not Goudan now, my name is Qingsong, Zhang Qingsong."
"Okay, okay, Qingsong, right? Brother Shan has remembered it."
A child with clean clothes, fair and rosy face, and bright eyes.
Everything was much better than she imagined...
Fortunately, that person did not lose his conscience after all, and at least he still had his own son in his heart.
Whenever she heard about a child who was so hungry that he picked up food on the street, her heart would twitch, and she was afraid that her dog would do the same thing.
So no matter how short of money she was, she would never touch the five yuan she received from someone to feed her children.
No matter what, it would be nice to have enough to eat and grow up. Every time Xiaoshan came back from sending money, she would ask how the child was doing.
She saw the anger and the hesitation to speak. Although he didn't say anything in the end, she knew her husband and her child must not be doing well.
Apart from making money, she doesn't know what she can do.
Even if I come here once, it’s because it’s close and I want to go back as soon as possible.
Xiaoshan's house is in this alley behind the dance hall, and she lives in a small building next to the dance hall.
The dancers sold to the ballroom all live there, with three floors and many small rooms.
There are always thugs guarding the door in the building, and usually everyone is followed behind when they go out.
She came over too, but we all knew each other well and she usually tipped well, so she was willing to wait outside the house.
Zhang Qingsong also noticed the beautiful woman looking at him in tears.
Her hair was slightly permed and fixed with beautiful accessories, and her face was decorated with delicate makeup.
Wearing a pink cheongsam, she looks very luxurious, wearing high heels on her feet and holding a white bag in her hand.
Women on the other side of the alley would not have such a fashionable dress, but the neighbor sister who works in the dance hall is dressed like this now.
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"mother?"
With the word "mother", Huang Xiaoyan's defense was completely broken, and she no longer cared about it. She stepped forward and took the child into her arms, crying until she couldn't stop crying.
That sadness was felt by everyone present.
Shan Niang also wiped away her tears. The child was the flesh that fell from her mother's body. How could she not be sad if she could not see him while he was still alive?
Zhang Qingsong couldn't help but his eyes turned red.
He is also envious when he sees others being scolded, loved and taken care of by their mothers.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder if his mother was at home, would someone cook at home every day?
Are there clean clothes hanging to dry outside the house every day?
In the small small room, would there be a loving mother, smiling gently and mending his clothes?
Will dad be able to go home every day? When it gets dark, he lights up the lamp and the family of three talks about homely things in the house.
Unfortunately, after thinking about it, we still have to face reality.
Other families were having fun in the house, men, women, and children laughing.
As for him, he could only squat under someone else's window, hugging his knees and waiting for his father to come back and open the door for him to go back to sleep.
Sometimes if his father doesn't come back, he can only spend the night huddled in front of the house.
When the weather was cold, Mrs. Qian would be soft-hearted and take him to the kitchen to sleep despite the scoldings of her daughters-in-law.
I can't care less if the weather is hot.
After all, if she wasn't afraid that he would freeze to death, she wouldn't want to make her daughters-in-law unhappy.
The mother and son cried for a while before they calmed down. Huang Xiaoyan couldn't wait to know about her son's life these years.
"Can you eat enough? Are you hungry?"
Zhang Qingsong didn't want to lie and answered everything honestly. At most, he avoided talking about the ones that were too miserable.
"Before, I didn't eat enough at Auntie's house. Recently, Dad has to cook every day to get enough."
"Your dad, does he hit you?"
"I've beaten him before, but now that he's not with those who collect protection money, I won't fight him anymore."
"Then if he doesn't follow me, where will the money come from? Last time I paid my salary, he didn't come to ask for any money."
Zhang Qingsong told her everything about Yunfei selling rice and then offending people.
Finally, he reassured me: "Mom, you don't have to worry about us. Dad has been going to resolve this matter in the past two days. It will be fine soon."
Huang Xiaoyan frowned and began to think about which boss in the ballroom could solve this matter.
But she didn't want her son to know about this dirty deal.
He just smiled and carried him into the kitchen of Xiaoshan's house.
The food has been placed on the dining table. It is not very rich, but it is hot and very appetizing.
"Sister Xiaoyan, you can eat in peace, I've just prepared some for Brother Hai."
Brother Hai is the thug standing outside the house.
"Thank you." Huang Xiaoyan thanked her sincerely.
Without Xiaoshan's help, she would not have been able to know her son's condition and send him money over the years.
In the dance hall, Xiaoshan is the only person she can trust, and he is the only one who will not be greedy for her own money.
Xiao Shan said nonchalantly: "Hey, Sister Xiaoyan, you're welcome. Without you, there would be no me and my mother. You are the benefactor of our family, so this is nothing."
The four of them ate their meal lively.
Huang Xiaoyan didn't eat much herself. She kept picking up vegetables for Zhang Qingsong and watching him eat.
At first I wanted to feed him, but he refused, so I didn't force it.
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After dinner, she had to go back to the dance hall, and Brother Hai, who was guarding outside, also came to urge her.
So she could only reluctantly put down the child in her arms and said sorry with red eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mom can't grow up with you, and I don't know when I can see you next time.
This money was saved by your mother. You keep it secretly and don't let your father know about it. If you don't have enough to eat, just go to the street and buy steamed buns to eat. Do you understand? "
Zhang Qingsong didn't want it, "Mom, you need money by yourself. I don't want it. I can have enough to eat."
"Hurry and take it, don't make mother feel uneasy."
He had no choice but to keep the money bag, but he felt even sadder.
"Mom, how can I rescue you from there?" Zhang Qingsong asked choked with sobs.
"Wait until you grow up. When you grow up, come and take your mother home."
"good."
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[I’m done. Everyone has been waiting for a long time. I’ll start adding more updates tomorrow. 】
