On the second day, early in the morning, the market was bustling with people.
Chen Ting and her mother leisurely shuttled among various stalls, selecting ingredients needed for home. As a dedicated full-time wife, her biggest responsibility now is to take good care of her husband.
"How do you sell this cabbage?" the old lady asked about the price.
"Two yuan a pound, very fresh." The stall owner responded enthusiastically.
"Oh, the vegetables in this city are really not cheap. In our hometown, this money can buy more than two kilograms!" The old lady said as she peeled off the outer leaves of the cabbage.
Seeing this, the stall owner smiled helplessly and said: "Auntie, I have already processed these cabbages and peeled off the old leaves. If you peel them off like this, only the cabbage hearts will be left."
The old lady didn't care. She handed over the remaining half of the cabbage in her hand and said sharply: "All the old leaves are peeled off. Let's weigh them."
After taking the cabbage, the stall owner shook his head slightly and said half-jokingly: "Auntie, if you want to save money, it's more cost-effective to buy it at night, when the food is cheaper."
When the old lady heard this, she immediately became unhappy and pointed with her finger: "Young man, why are you so particular about selling vegetables? It's not natural for customers to be picky, so why do you think you look down on others?"
After that, she turned to Chen Ting aside and said with pride: "Look at my daughter, does she look like someone who is short of money? Let me tell you, my son-in-law is an executive of a large company in Singapore, and he drives big cars when he goes out.
Mercedes-Benz is a lot of money!”
When the stall owner heard this, he just smiled slightly, said nothing, and quickly calculated the amount: "A total of two yuan and nine."
The old lady fished out a five-yuan note from her bag and handed it over generously: "Here, change."
After buying groceries, mother and daughter walked side by side on the way home, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.
Chen Ting whispered softly, with a hint of worry in her tone: "If you send Little Chengzi to Ling Xiao in such a hurry, I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it, so you have to give him some buffer time.
Besides, what's the use of doing this? Ling Heping turned around and sent the child back, right?"
The old lady shook her head gently and said firmly: "You don't understand. I just want Xiao Chengzi to stick to his brother more and let them adapt to each other as soon as possible. This child has been left out for so long. If he doesn't make an effort to get closer now, he will become even more difficult in the future.
Difficult."
Chen Ting looked troubled and sighed: "But after seeing this child, I don't know what to say."
Hearing this, the old lady muttered dissatisfiedly: "You divorced without saying a word, what did I say? You will definitely regret it in the future if you don't care about the children.
Look now, you can no longer have children. When Xiao Chengzi gets married, who will take care of you when you get old?"
Chen Ting was silent for a moment and finally retorted: "Don't bother Ling Heping all the time. You have a son yourself!"
The old lady sneered, and a calculation flashed in her eyes: "Of course I know that I have a son, but I just want to do this. This way I will not completely sever ties with Ling Heping, just to prevent Ling Xiao from completely staying away from us.
That child has a good personality, handsome appearance, and excellent studies. He has a bright future and may become a senior executive like your son-in-law. If I don’t make more plans for you, the child’s surname will be Li from now on.”
At this point, she paused and her tone became more determined: "How will we benefit from this when Ling Xiao grows up?"
When Chen Ting heard this, she clenched her hands into fists and felt endless regret in her heart.
Why couldn't she take some time to care about Ling Xiao in these years?
At this moment, a meow of "meow~" broke the dull atmosphere. The old lady slipped and fell to the ground without paying attention. In panic, she grabbed Chen Ting, and the two instantly rolled into a ball, full of excitement.
Covered in dust and miserable.
"Ouch!" The old lady groaned in pain.
…
The night is low, the breeze is blowing, and the stars are dotted like fine diamonds inlaid in the deep sky. Tonight, the Andromedid meteor shower, which is rare in fifty years, is about to take place.
In a corner of the park, He Ziqiu, Ling Xiao and Li Jianjian were sitting in a circle. Duck necks, cola and spicy chicken wings were scattered on the table. The air was filled with laughter and the aroma of food.
Soon, Li Jianjian was holding the little yellow cat in her arms, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and there was a satisfied smile on her lips, as if she had tasted the delicacies of the world in her dream. Her round face looked even more childish and cute under the moonlight.
He Ziqiu and Ling Xiao, one on the left and the other on the right, tenderly guarded the sleeping sister, occasionally smiling at each other, their eyes full of doting and tenderness.
Looking up at the sky, the stars are like weaving, He Ziqiu's eyes shuttle through the vast galaxy, each star seems to tell an unknown story, which is refreshing and refreshing.
"Hey, you didn't ask, why did your mother abandon you?"
"No." Ling Xiao's answer was calm but somewhat profound: "I already know the reason, why are you asking? She didn't leave me behind, she left everything in the past behind."
Hearing this, He Ziqiu couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "It turns out we are all things."
Ling Xiao patted his shoulder gently and comforted: "So, you don't have to worry, if your mother wants to pick you back, she will come back to pick you up."
"Tch!" He Ziqiu curled his lips, his tone full of stubbornness: "Throw it away if you want, pick it up if you want to pick it up. Who does she think she is?"
"Your mother..." Ling Xiao sighed softly.
The two fell into silence immediately, with mixed feelings in their hearts.
After a while, He Ziqiu was the first to break the silence: "So, do you feel anything when your mother comes back to see you this time?"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes: "I don't feel anything, I feel very noisy! But seeing that she is doing well, I feel like I have put down a big stone."
He paused and then joked, "What? Are you preparing for my mother to come back, or are you trying to inoculate yourself?"
"Haha!" He Ziqiu sneered: "What are you mentally preparing for? If she comes back, I will get my father's money back first and then kick her out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Do you think I am the same as you? A coward!"
When Ling Xiao heard this, he just smiled lightly: "I hope so."
At this moment, He Ziqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he excitedly pulled Li Jianjian up and forced her to wake up.
"Look! Shooting stars!"
The three of them instantly became energetic and looked up at the shooting stars streaking across the night sky together, silently murmuring their most sincere wishes in their hearts.
At that moment, all the worries and sorrows seemed to disappear with the shooting stars, leaving only the purest laughter and dreams.
This may be what youth looks like.
.....
Youth is like quicksand at the fingertips, a week passes by quietly.
As night fell, a sudden downpour enveloped the world, making the noodle shop look particularly deserted with very few customers.
However, not long after, Chen Ting came over with Xiao Chengzi, with a hint of pleading, hoping that Ling Heping would allow Ling Xiao to take the time to guide Xiao Chengzi's homework.
After all, Singapore's primary education level is relatively backward compared with that in China. So far, Little Chengzi can't keep up with other children at all.
So, Ling Xiao was urged by his father to come from home, with a faint indifference on his face, immersed in his books and exercises.
Time passed slowly, and he noticed that Xiao Chengzi was frowning, biting the penholder, and the paper was empty. That helplessness touched the softness in his heart.
What's wrong with children?
With a sigh, Ling Xiao put down the pen in his hand, stood up and moved to Xiao Chengzi's side, with a gentle tone: "Are you encountering a problem and don't know how to write?"
When Xiao Chengzi heard this, a bright smile instantly bloomed on his face, like the brightest flower in spring, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
Under Ling Xiao's patient guidance, Xiao Chengzi gradually found ways to solve the problem.
At this moment, Ling Xiao's eyes inadvertently passed over Xiao Chengzi's neck, where there was a birthmark that was exactly the same as that of his deceased sister. This sudden discovery shocked him.
Is this coincidence, fate, or redemption?
Chen Ting, who was sitting aside, smiled gently and spoke slowly:
"There was such a big thunder that day. If you bang on the door, the neighbors won't hear you. For many years, I have been dreaming about thunder. I couldn't get home, couldn't find the way, got wet all over, and was shaking with cold.
, and it was fine after I gave birth to Little Chengzi, and I will never have such a dream again.”
"Mom, why do you dream when there is thunder?" Xiao Chengzi asked curiously.
Chen Ting smiled softly, with a bit of self-deprecation in her tone: "Because mom is afraid of being struck by lightning."
Ling Xiao's eyes passed through the rain curtain and stared out of the window, thinking a lot.
He has been having this kind of dream since he was a child. Every day he hates himself, why he fed his sister walnuts that day, why he can't open the door, and why his voice isn't loud enough.
At this moment, by the door, Li Jianjian was holding a handful of cabbage leaves in her hand, secretly peeping at her elder brother's back, the resentment in her heart turned into a force, she pulled the cabbage leaves hard, as if she wanted to let go of all the dissatisfaction
and unhappiness are released together with this breaking sound.
I pulled, I pulled hard, I was so angry!
…
The next day, the sun filled the playground on campus, and it was time for physical education class.
Li Jianjian huddled alone in the shadow of the corner, staring blankly at the scene of classmates laughing and playing in the distance, but his heart seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.
The joys and sorrows of people are not the same as each other. At this moment, she only felt that the noise around her was particularly harsh.
Li Jianjian lowered his head involuntarily, hugged his knees tightly with his arms, buried his head in his thighs, and curled himself up into a small ball.
"Ostrich mode", start.
"Jianjian, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Is your aunt here? Can I get you some hot water?" At this time, a gentle voice blew like a spring breeze, and Qi Mingyue walked to her side with concern.
Li Jianjian responded dully: "My head hurts."
"Is it because of your elder brother? Don't you always say that children with a mother are better than children without a mother?..."
Qi Mingyue sat next to her good friend and advised Rourou. The girl folded her legs. Her legs were very long and thin. When folded together, her calves were seamlessly connected, showing a soft and fragile beauty.
Li Jianjian raised his head sharply, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes: "Yes, but am I still feeling uncomfortable? Growing up, my eldest brother was raised by me, and now he is more active.
My grades are good and I have grown up.
As a result, his mother came back again, and brought back a sister. It felt like the flowers I had worked so hard to grow were taken away by others.
That little orange is really cheap!
Also, if my little brother’s mother comes back with my sister, won’t I be making wedding clothes for others in my life?”
Hearing this, Qi Mingyue unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth with a doting smile: "Look at what you said, how old are you, why have we been talking about it all our lives?"
Afterwards, she was silent for a moment, as if she mustered up the courage, and there was a hint of shyness and expectation in her voice: "Well, little brother... what does he usually like?"
Li Jianjian replied nonchalantly: "He likes to eat meat, practice martial arts, and from time to time he will compete with Mr. Le and get beaten. Of course, he also likes to read."
Upon hearing this, Qi Mingyue quickly explained: "I mean, isn't my little brother going to have a birthday? I want to choose a suitable gift for him."
Li Jianjian just woke up from a dream, slapped his forehead and said loudly: "Oh, that's right! My little brother's birthday is coming soon, it's next Friday!"
"Can you forget this?" Qi Mingyue shook her head helplessly.
"What? My birthday is next Friday!" This sentence spread like a gust of wind quickly among the girls around, and their eyes instantly flickered, as if they had discovered some treasure.
After a while, Li Jianjian was surrounded by a group of curious girls. They all asked about his various hobbies and preferences.
Li Jianjian looked around blankly, pondered for a long time, and suddenly understood.
It’s broken, it’s all for the little brother!
...
Time passed by, and the morning light came to an end. Chen Ting bid farewell to her hard-working husband and entrusted the young Chengzi to Ling Xiao.
Returning to her empty home, an inexplicable irritability quietly hit her heart. She couldn't help but sit in front of the computer, an impulse welling up in her heart.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to log in to her husband's Zhihu account, tap her fingertips on the keyboard, and carefully weave a question.
She once learned from her husband that this platform was a place where countless enthusiastic people gathered, who were good at listening and answering questions, and whose words always contained warmth and wisdom.
So, she slowly entered the question: "Excuse me, after giving birth to my sister, I left my brother in a stranger's house to grow up, and my son became very cold-blooded and heartless. How can I change him?"
Soon, just as my husband said, after cleaning the house, I received dozens of messages.
Chen Ting opened the most popular reply with hope.
Meow focuses on Big Orange: I suggest you change the title to "When my son grows up, I want to suck blood, but I have never raised him since he was a child. How can I ask for money more naturally?"
Flying nanmu: 666
Sanjiu Shi: To scold someone, you have to use Zhihu.
This sudden ridicule instantly ignited the anger in Chen Ting's heart, and she launched a rebuttal online without hesitation.
Everything she did was for her son’s good! Why doesn’t anyone understand her?
