Chapter 216: One wave of unrest, another wave of rise 2
"Where's Dad?"
"Your uncle Chao asked me to go drink." Mom sat back on the bench and knitted a sweater.
My mother didn’t have a job, but she was good at knitting sweaters. Neighbors would always come over with wool and explain to her the style and size she wanted. My mother also accepted everyone who came, and since she had nothing to do, she knitted all day long.
Wearing a sweater.
After finishing the work, when I informed those people to come get the sweaters, they would not be empty-handed. They would also have a can of pickles, a small bag of dried bayberry, homemade sesame cakes, oil cakes, etc. There was never a shortage of these things at home.
"Who are you knitting for?" I asked casually while drinking.[
When my mother mentioned Uncle Chao, I couldn't help but think of that night in Uncle Kui's restaurant. I wonder what happened to the pile of money on the table. If some of it could be used to perform surgery on Little Carrot, maybe it would stop Ah
Really obsessed with it, right?
But I know this is a bit wishful thinking. Uncle Chao and his group are all tough men. They would rather starve to death than take a penny from Xiao Hai!
"I'll knit it for you." Mom didn't know what I was thinking, but she continued.
"Give it to me?" I was a little surprised, "It's only summer now."
"It's already halfway over." Mom smiled, "Your body grows too fast, so you have to knit a new sweater every year."
"Really?" I also smiled, put the bowl aside, stood up and walked to my mother, carefully looking at her aging face, but in my heart, my mother will always be the most beautiful!
"Obviously."
I was counting the silver strands in my mother's hair, "Huh?"
"There seems to be something wrong with you recently." Mom seemed to hesitate for a long time before asking.
"What's wrong?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Last week, the Zhou Ming mentioned in the notices posted in the market and in the community was you?" Mom didn't look at me, still knitting a sweater with her head down.
But I know she must be extremely nervous now, waiting for my answer.
"Of course not..." I said against my will.
"I don't think it's you either." Mom breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at me and said with a smile: "You are hungry, the leftovers from lunch are still being heated by the stove for you, go and eat."
"Yeah." I nodded heavily and ran to the kitchen.
As I ate the food, which was delicious and at just the right temperature, I became more determined to stay away from those bad boys, even for the sake of my parents.