The next day, she stayed close to her grandfather again. Others looked at them with envy, and her grandfather secretly asked her, "Ya'er, is something wrong?"
She knew that she had gone too far. She just smiled and said it was okay. It was indeed okay, but she was scared and lonely!!
In the evening of that day, she went home and went out to practice stalling that night. In the night market, she occupied a space of less than two square meters and displayed some small items, all of which were cheap handmade jewelry. The most expensive ones were only ten yuan and two.
10. There are also some that are as cheap as one or two yuan.
However, these are cheaper and she wholesales all kinds of beads herself to wear... she just sells them as a novelty.
Her business is pretty good, at least she can make a living just by practicing her stall every night. And of the money transferred from her bank card every month, except for paying her grandfather, she hasn't spent any of it.
"Jiang Ya, why haven't you been here these two days?" A lady selling socks in the next stall saw her and immediately came to say hello. She had a daughter, only six years old, who played around all day long. One night
, the little girl ran away, and she helped to find her. As a result, the two quickly developed a revolutionary friendship from strangers.
"I went with grandpa." He laid out the oilcloth, put things away one by one, and then placed the particularly bright rechargeable desk lamp. "Tingting, come to my sister's place."
Tingting is her daughter without a father. The life of mother and daughter is even worse than hers. Tingting is six years old, but she has not yet gone to school. Every night, she takes advantage of her free time to teach her some words. This is also their
The fundamental reason why the relationship can continue.
"Sister, I have mastered all the characters you taught me last time, and I wrote this." Tingting was very sensible and took out a hand-sewn handbag to write a calligraphy notebook. It was carefully written with a pencil.
word.
"Tingting is so cute, her writing is great." She praised her carefully, and then wrote another fifteen characters, explaining them one by one... She did not teach her systematically from the pinyin, but directly from the characters.
, with pinyin. It doesn’t start from 1, 2, 3, but from Tingting’s own name and the names of some common things around her. Tingting is very smart and learns quickly...
This small world is quite eye-catching. A very beautiful girl and a child who concentrates on studying in such a busy scene of the night market. No matter which one it is, it is easy for people to pay attention to it.
Either they are curious, or they are just watching the excitement, and some people who claim to be literary and artistic will think that this must be some miserable and tragic story. Of course, there are also people who see that they are all disadvantaged groups and want to bully them... No matter what
, they attracted a lot of people.
And more people mean that their business is not bad...so, their business is always not bad!!
When the night market ended, Jiang Ya was as usual, selling more than half of her items, and Tingting's mother was about the same.
Both of them were open-minded people. They smiled at each other, packed up their things and went home. They agreed to continue tomorrow... Killing three birds with one stone, everyone benefited. They are people who are forced by life, and naturally they will not pursue any high-mindedness.
The two came back on the same route, but in the past, Jiang Ya walked, while mother and daughter rode. But today, Jiang Ya also rode a bicycle.
"Hey, did you buy a car?"
"kindness."
So, because of this question, after she separated from Tingting and her daughter, when she passed a public telephone, she hesitated and stopped.
Not knowing Xu Qianfan's number, she only answered Chang Qingfeng.