Yu Xiangyang glared at her.
The meaning in his eyes is obvious, why are you so stingy? !
Yu Xiangnian stared back, listen to me, that's right!
Yu Xiangyang: "..." Let's hear it for once!
Wen Qiuning paid the bill and everyone returned.
On the way, Yu Xiangyang deliberately pulled Yu Xiangnian behind, and Yu Xiangnian knew that he wanted an explanation.
"You have helped her so much and you still have to pay for the meal. Isn't this embarrassing her? Will she have the nerve to ask you for help in the future?"
Yu Xiangyang suddenly realized, and said in his heart, luckily it didn't end.
The three of them went to move the cupboard and the two remaining stools. Only Wen Qiuning and Yu Xiangnian were left in the house.
Wen Qiuning planned to take down the curtains that were originally hanging in the house, clean them, and hang them up again for use.
Yu Xiangnian took out a few big coupons from his pocket and handed them to Wen Qiuning. She didn't mince words, "When you buy a new home, you will definitely need to buy some odds and ends. I have a hundred yuan here. I'll lend it to you first. Don’t be in a hurry to use it, just return it slowly.”
Wen Qiuning hesitated and took the money, "Thank you."
She only had a little more than ten yuan left with her, which was probably only enough to buy a quilt, but she still needed to buy a lot of things at home.
Yu Xiangnian said: "Thank you, no one will encounter difficulties."
Wen Qiuning thought that the luckiest thing in her life was meeting Yu Xiangnian's family, who helped her every time she was in crisis.
The three men moved the furniture back, and there was nothing left for them to do here.
The family left, and Wen Qiuning hurried out to ask someone to make bedding.
After a busy day, I don’t have any strength in my body, but my heart is full of strength.
She sat at the table and wrote a letter to her mother, telling her that the house had been purchased and asking her mother to come to Beijing for reunion as soon as possible.
The orange incandescent lamp cast a dark shadow on the table. She was holding a pen, and beautiful and powerful fonts fell on the paper. Her slender back was straight and strong.
Yu Xiangyang and Cheng Jingmo each rode a bicycle to school.
Cheng Jingmo still felt something was wrong, "Yu Xiangyang, didn't you treat girls like this before?"
Yu Xiangyang asked: "What was I like before? Were there any girls around me?"
Cheng Jingmo had only seen three girls around Xiangyang. He analyzed the actual situation, "You asked Lin Ye to take you on a bicycle, but you are willing to take Xia Qingyun and Wen Qiuning."
"Lin can also ride a bicycle. Can they both ride?" Yu Xiangyang asked again.
Cheng Jingmo thought about it, too.
Lin Ye is strong and skilled, so Yu Xiangyang can rest assured that she will carry him.
But I still feel something is weird.
The days with expectations always fly by quickly, and in the anticipation, time has come to December.
Beijing ushered in its first snow of the year.
Yu Xiangyang, who is more than twenty-seven years old, is having a snowball fight with the older and younger children in the yard.
Obviously I was tired of playing last year, but this year I was still full of enthusiasm when I saw the snow.
Even this year, I became more interested. I built a big snowman in the yard and gave the snowman a name: Cheng Laoer.
Cheng Jingmo: "..." I thank you, Yu Laosan!
At this time, Wen Qiuning was waiting outside the train platform, with a layer of white falling on his hat and shoulders, and a rare excitement surging in his usually cold eyes.
When the train finally pulled into the station, the corners of her lips curled up.
From the age of sixteen to the present, the days she and her mother have been together are numbered. From today on, the two of them can depend on each other as they did before.
Passengers swarmed down, and Wen Qiuning didn't dare to blink at the people passing by.
After watching for a long time, my eyes were sore, but I still didn't see her waiting for anyone.
There are fewer and fewer passengers, and there are only a few people walking on the platform.
A woman with gray hair carried a large woven bag on her shoulder and a large box in each hand.
The weight of the luggage made her bend, and she walked forward with difficulty.
"mom!"
Hearing the voice, the woman raised her head, searched for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "Ning Ning!"
Wen Qiuning ran over in a few steps and took the box from the woman's hand while talking.
"Mom, let me carry it!"
Wen Qin said: "I can carry it on my back, but it's not as heavy as a basket of grass."
Wen Qiuning carried two boxes and walked slowly beside her, "The road is slippery, please walk slower."
Walking outside the train station, Wen Qiuning gritted his teeth and stopped two rickshaws.
Her mother must be tired after riding the train for so long.
It was a long way from the train station to home, it was snowing, and there was so much luggage. She didn't want her mother to be burdened anymore.
But with two people and these luggages, a rickshaw would definitely not be willing to pull them, so they could only stop two.
Wenqin tugged at the corner of her clothes and complained, "We can just walk, don't waste money."
Wen Qiuning pretended not to hear and put her luggage in the car, "Mom, get in the car quickly."
Wenqin: "..." The luggage was all in the car, so she had no choice but to get in the car.
The two returned home.
Wen Qiuning hurriedly brought in the briquette stove that had been heated before she went out, poured another cup of hot water and handed it to Wen Qin, "Mom, please warm up the fire for a while, and then I'll cook."
Wen Qin said: "You should also warm it up over the fire. I still have a few steamed buns in my bag. I can warm them up on the stove and eat them."
As Wen Qin spoke, he took out a steamed bun wrapped in newspaper from his bag. The bun was so hard that it could smash a walnut.
Wen Qiuning was sad.
She knew that her mother had eaten these cold steamed buns all the way here.
She said in her heart: Wait for her for another year, when she can earn more money after working, she will not let her mother live like this again.
Wen Qiuning endured the feeling in her heart and smiled on her face, "I'll prepare the meal soon. You can take a rest."
She walked outside to the stove and started cooking.
Buying a new home cost more than she imagined.
Fortunately, Yu Xiangnian lent her money, so she had money to buy pots and pans, kettles, thermoses and other things needed to boil water for cooking.
Of course, Wenqin couldn't be idle either. She was packing the luggage inside.
There was a quilt in a woven bag, clothes in a box, and some things she couldn't bear to throw away in another box.
It's a pity that her loom was too big and heavy to bring with her, so she sold it to the villagers at a cheap price.
The thatched hut they lived in was worthless, and all the odds and ends in the house were sold for less than thirty yuan.
There was no cabinet at home, so Wen Qin put the mattress back into the woven bag, put the quilt on the bed, and put the clothes and other things in the box.
Wen Qiuning made rice mixed with sorghum, a stir-fried cabbage with meat and a radish soup.
Such a meal is already a good meal for the two of them. In the past, they could not eat meat even once in half a year.
The two of them were cooking on the stove and eating. Wen Qiuning said, "Mom, I want to invite my friends to my house for a meal."
