In the dream, his mother was sitting in front of her house basking in the sun with a strange child in her arms. The two were talking and laughing, very loving.
He stood on the roadside, waving his arms and calling "Mother" desperately, until his throat became hoarse, hoping that the other party would look at him.
But his mother couldn't hear his voice at all and kept looking at the child with a smile, her eyes filled with tenderness that he had never seen before.
He was hurt by those eyes and finally couldn't help crying.
I woke up from my dream while crying.
He wiped away the tears from his eyes and sat up calmly.
The night was still very long, and the moonlight fell like water on the window sill, illuminating the bamboo arrows placed by the window.
The green on the surface of the bamboo arrow has faded and turned into a dull gray-brown, and the place where it is held has been polished smooth and rounded.
He got out of bed by mistake, walked to the window and picked up a bamboo arrow. He held the bow and arrow in his left hand, pulled the string with his right hand, and struck his forehead.
Feeling the slight pain coming from his forehead, he laughed like an idiot.
All I could think of was Shen Qingqing's expression of joy when she talked about how she shot the slingshot back.
How silly.
He is so stupid.
The sadness and unwillingness seemed to be buried in the moonlight along with the cheerful laughter.
The next day, Meng Qifeng got up early. After getting dressed, he took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash rice for cooking. However, he failed to control the heat and cooked the rice porridge into rice.
After Mr. He got up, he smiled and bent over when he saw a big pot of rice. "Feng'er is really considerate. He knew that grandma wanted to eat rice, so he got up early and cooked a pot of rice. What a good boy. Grandma will stew meat for you at noon!"
Meng Qifeng's neck and face turned red after being praised, and he hesitated and said: "Actually, I want to cook rice porridge."
Mr. He still smiled heartily, "It doesn't matter whether it's rice porridge or rice, as long as it's made by Feng'er, grandma will like it!"
Meng Qifeng clenched the corners of his clothes in shame and embarrassment, and his face turned even redder.
After breakfast, Mr. He began to pack up the shrimps and snails in preparation for the noon business.
The four children had nothing to do, so they were just wandering around and playing.
At noon, Meng Qifeng met Zhou and Sun Dafu again at the entrance of the alley.
This time he did not take the initiative to step forward, but looked at the sloppy woman hiding in the shade from a distance, with cold eyes, as if looking at a stranger.
When Mrs. Zhou saw him, her face lit up with joy. She waved and raised the bun in her hand, "Feng'er, Mom bought you buns. The ones stuffed with pork are delicious. Do you want to eat them?"
Meng Qifeng shook his head, "I've already had breakfast."
"It's almost noon, let's just have lunch, come on."
Meng Qifeng remained unmoved, "Grandma He wants to stew meat for me at noon."
As soon as Mrs. Zhou heard that he had meat to eat, she stopped persuading him, "You have meat to eat, right? Okay, then mother will eat the buns for you first. When you are hungry one day, mother will come back and give you delicious food."
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Before she finished speaking, she eagerly stuffed the bun into her mouth, her cheeks bulging like an ugly toad.
Meng Qifeng looked at her vulgar appearance, feeling a sense of disgust in his heart for no reason, and turned around and walked into the store.
Mrs. Zhou called him from behind: "Feng'er, if there is anything you want, tell mother and she will buy it for you!"
Meng Qifeng stopped, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "I accidentally burned a hole in my clothes when I was cooking this morning. If you really want to buy me something, just buy a new clothes."
After saying that, he walked straight into the noodle shop.
Zhou turned to look at Sun Dafu in a sullen voice, "The child says he wants new clothes, what should I do?"
Sun Dafu looked reluctant, "It's not like you don't know how expensive clothes are. Besides, what's the use of wearing new clothes for a brat like him? He might as well save some money and buy a bun to eat!"
"But the children have spoken..." Mrs. Zhou looked embarrassed and muttered to herself for a long time, and finally came up with a way that didn't cost money.
"I remember you still have some tattered clothes at home. I'll cut off the tattered parts later and I should be able to make another piece of clothing."
Anyway, a child doesn’t know good from bad, so why not just give him clothes if he wants them?
Nothing to be particular about.
After making up her mind, Mrs. Zhou immediately rushed home and rummaged through the cabinets to find some tattered clothes. It took her two days to piece together a robe.
After finishing it, she rushed to Baiwan Noodle House without stopping to ask Meng Qifeng to send her clothes.
Mr. He glanced at her from afar, rolled his eyes and entered the store, "Shameless Zhou Popi, your face is thicker than the South City Wall."
The children didn't bother to talk to her anymore, but she still pressed forward.
No shame at all!
Over there, Mrs. Zhou was also secretly scolding her. When she saw Meng Qifeng, she quickly stopped her scolding and handed the robe out with a smile, "My mother made you new clothes. Come and try to see if they fit."
Meng Qifeng lowered her head and looked at the clothes in her hands. There were stitching marks everywhere, the stitches were as crooked as centipedes, and some areas had been washed and faded.
clothing?
His foot wipes are not so shabby.
Although he had expected such a result, he couldn't help but feel sad.
Seeing that he had been refusing to take the clothes, Mrs. Zhou suddenly felt a little panicked, "Do you dislike the clothes because they don't look good? These are all made by my mother stitch by stitch. They represent my mother's feelings for you. How can you dislike it?"
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Meng Qifeng's voice was emotionless: "Actually, I have clothes to wear, so you don't need to do them."
"Then why did you still ask mother to buy it?" Mrs. Zhou blamed: "Aren't you deliberately trying to trouble people? In order to make clothes for you, mother didn't sleep well these two days."
Meng Qifeng looked up at her, his eyes as cold as ice, and said word by word: "I just want to see how perfunctory you can be to me."
fine.
All his thoughts were cut off in one fell swoop.
"Don't come to me again in the future. I, Meng Qifeng, only have one mother in my life, and her surname is Shen."
Mrs. Zhou was completely panicked, "But the woman named Shen has abandoned you and left! Mother is the one who loves you the most!"
"She won't leave."
Meng Qifeng spoke firmly, "She is not you...she will not remarry immediately after her husband's death, nor will she abandon her children."
"She is different from you."
After saying this, he left. No matter how Zhou shouted behind him, he never looked back.
Looking at his decisive back, Mrs. Zhou had only one thought in her mind: It's over, it's over, her dream of wealth is completely shattered.
She yelled unwillingly: "Meng Qifeng, you heartless white-eyed wolf, I suffered so much and suffered so much to give birth to you, how can you accept someone else as your mother? Are you worthy of me?"
She was roaring vigorously when a bucket of swill poured over her from head to toe.
Mr. He put down the swill bucket, put his hands on his hips and scolded her: "Go away and scream, don't stand in front of my house!"
Mrs. Zhou wiped the smelly water from her face and wanted to continue to curse. Before she could utter the word "death", Mrs. He had already rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward.
"Hey, your skin is itchy again, isn't it? Which face do you want me to slap now?"
Zhou swallowed the unspoken words in her stomach, turned around and ran away, faster than a rabbit.
He glanced at the robe she had thrown on the ground and stepped on it in disgust. This chapter has been completed!