Li Zhen's eyes lighted up, "Sister, are you talking about it? Your family is willing to ask me to work?
"You can learn if you don’t understand. There is no difficulty. As long as you do it, I will take you."
Yang Zimei looked at her sincerely.
"Think, I really want to find a job of a positive eight classics." [[
Li Zhen grabbed Yang Zimei's hand, "Sister, don't you really want to flicker me."
"I won't be so idle to you."
Yang Zimei smiled, "I'm just helping my parents to recruit workers."
"There are so many workers now, you don't need to recruit me."
Li Zhen's voice was a little low, with some kind of unconfident.
"Because I believe you can do the best."
Yang Zimei patted her shoulder, "Come on, go with me to change your clothes, I will take you to see your parents."
"Then I go home to change clothes."
"Okay, I take you back, and then go to my parents' bakery together." Yang Zimei nodded.
"I am stronger than you, carry you!"
Li Zhen naturally refused to be Yang Zimei's car back seat. He hesitated.
Yang Zimei didn't say much, gave the bicycle to her, and she was sitting behind the back seat of the car.
Therefore, such a strange phenomenon appeared on the street. A woman wearing a dilapidated Dao Gao robe carried a girl who looked clean and not dreamed of. She said and laughed on the street.
Yang Zimei found that Li Zhen was actually a hearty and lively person.
Life is so sad, but still maintains such positive optimism and innocence, it is really rare.
Yang Zimei is envious of her.
After so many years of life, I have long lost positive optimism and innocence. Some are just doubts about the world, and extremely insecure.
Therefore, she likes Li Zhen more and more.
Willing to extend her own hand, so that she can live with someone's dignity. [
Li Zhen lives in the old city of City A, and there are low and old buildings everywhere. She lives in this city.
"This is my house. It is relatively broken and darker. Do you want to go in?" Li Zhen got out of the car and turned his face to ask Yang Zimei, but the expression did not have inferiority because of his poor family environment.
"Since it is here, naturally you have to go in and say hello to your grandmother and your brother."
Yang Zimei nodded, "It's just the first time to go to the door, forget to buy gifts, a little embarrassed."
"Don't be polite, you can work for me, it's already the biggest gift."
Li Zhen opened the door and screamed sweetly, "Grandma, Xiaocheng, I will come back."
Yang Zimei followed.
Although the house is low and dim, it is clean and neat, without the moldy gas of the old house.
On a board bed in the hall, the old lady who was dressed is dilapidated but neat and neat, open with a pair of eyes empty without any focus.
Next to another small table, there is a teenager about sixteen or seventeen years old. He looks a bit like Li Zhen. A very beautiful boy is playing with the Rubik's Cube in his hand and forgetting.
The voices are ignored.
"This is my grandma, I can't see my eyes. This is my brother Li Cheng. I have congenital autism and I don’t know how to communicate with others."
Li Zhen looked at his brother's eyes, full of love and sadness.