At around six o'clock, when Ling Guozhi came in, Ling Jiujiu's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Ling Guozhi's appearance was blurred in his memory.
Now, she looked at this man again with a little more scrutiny.
Frankly speaking, as a middle-aged man, Ling Guozhi's appearance is pretty good. He is neither fat nor thin, and he is not bald. He is 1.78 meters tall, with broad and strong shoulders. The high nose bridge unique to the Ling family makes his face look... Sharp edges and corners.
She hesitated for several seconds, but still couldn't say the word "Dad".
Ling Guozhi didn't seem to care. He threw the small leather bag in his hand casually on the shoe cabinet, reached out and touched her forehead, and said:
"It's okay, it doesn't burn."
He turned around and scolded his mother again, just blaming her for not understanding the importance of taking care of the child.
However, my sister-in-law Ling Chunxiao couldn't stand listening and choked him a few words:
"You're a shopkeeper who doesn't have a hand, so what right do you have to complain about your work? I save you money but you still have to complain. If you have the ability, try taking care of your children for a few days. It really doesn't hurt to stand up and talk!"
Ling Guozhi chuckled.
During the meal, the family chatted and laughed. Ling Guozhi chatted with his uncle about work matters, and his sister-in-law occasionally intervened. Mom was still the humblest one, responsible for serving everyone food, pouring drinks, and taking care of everyone.
Ling Jiujiu ate in silence, thinking about making money.
After dinner, the family of three returned home and stopped by the doorman to pick up their suitcases.
The apartment that the Ling family lives in is a welfare house allocated by Ling Guozhi's work unit. It is a three-story apartment with three bedrooms.
As soon as I walked in, a familiar feeling hit my face.
I subconsciously glanced at the sofa. It seemed that it had been tidied up and was very neat. The sofa was as flat as if no one had sat on it.
Mom joked:
"Hey, it's quite neat. I thought the house would be like a doghouse."
As her mother spoke, she opened the suitcase and packed her luggage. There was always endless housework in her eyes.
Ling Guozhi walked to the water dispenser nearby, took a cup of hot water, and sat on the sofa:
"Ling Jiujiu, come on, let's talk to dad about the piano exam?"
Ling Guozhi patted the seat next to him and motioned for her to sit.
Don't want to sit.
Thinking of the ugly appearance of those white flowers.
Too dirty.
They have used the sofa, they must have used the bathroom, but have they used the bed? Inexplicably, I felt that everything in my house was suspicious and dirty.
But it’s not about making money.
She walked over and leaned against the piano.
I did enough psychological construction for myself and called "Dad".
"Don't worry, Dad, I've passed grade seven. Also, it's time to pay for the piano lessons."
She adjusted her emotions and expressions, trying to make herself look a little bit like the Ling Jiujiu before she experienced the great change.
Before her parents divorced, she was proud and willful, lively and laughing.
"How much?"
"There is a provincial competition during the winter vacation. The teacher said that it is best to add one class a week to try to get into the top three in the province. First, we must submit 36 classes for 4,200."
In 2003, in a small city like Anzhou, there were not many people learning piano. It was considered high-end consumption, so Ling Guozhi supported her to learn piano out of vanity.
Ling Guozhi said nothing, took a sip of tea, stood up and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
The door was a bit old, and it opened a small crack by itself.
Ling Jiujiu did not follow him, but walked to the aquarium and pretended to look at the turtle. Ling Guozhi likes turtles and keeps two pig-nosed turtles in the aquarium.
Standing at the aquarium, you could just see Ling Guozhi in the bedroom through the crack in the door.
Yes, there is a small safe at the very back of the bedroom closet.
Ling Guozhi first flipped through a phone book, probably looking for the password, then opened the closet, squatted on the ground, twisted it a few times, opened a safe, took out a wad of money, and counted it.
He closed the safe again, closed the closet, and walked toward the door.
Ling Jiujiu quickly returned to the piano.
"I'll give you 4,500, and you can keep the rest for yourself. With so much money, I have to get a prize for my dad. Don't lose it!"
"Don't worry, you can't throw it away. I'll give it to the teacher tomorrow, and I'll put the remaining money in my bankbook." She said pretending to be happy.
The competition was real, and so were the piano lessons, but she didn't participate in the competition in her previous life.
Her goal is not to get 4,500 yuan.
She just wanted to confirm that the safe in her memory was still there, that there was money in it, and where the password was.
In the last life, during the divorce battle, when my mother came back to her senses and thought about the safe, it was already empty. My mother didn’t even know the password, so she hired a locksmith company.
Now that the money is still there and the password is traceable, she feels relieved.
