"It was he who wanted to treat me to dinner, not me who asked him to treat me. If you can't even pay the money, what else can you pretend to do?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
"So you did it on purpose?"
Jiang Zhihao smiled and did not answer the question. He only looked at Jiang Yucheng next to him and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
Jiang Yucheng looked at the many dishes left on the table, his face flushed, and he asked in a low voice: "Brother, can I take these back? Neither father nor mother have ever tasted such delicious food."
Looking at this shy little boy, Jiang Zhihao suddenly felt a little dazed. He still remembered that when he was young, his family had no money. On a birthday, his mother could only buy him a cake worth 50 cents a piece.
It is said to be a cake, but it is actually two pieces of bread with a little butter sandwiched between them.
Even if it is such a cheap thing, my mother is not willing to eat it, because the family may not be able to eat it several times throughout the year.
At that time, Jiang Zhihao already knew how to hold back his inner desires and ate one-third of the cake, leaving one-third for his mother to eat, and the remaining third for his father, Jiang Rongjing, who had not yet returned from work.
When Jiang Rongjing returned home and saw the cake his son left for him, his face was filled with a happy smile.
Jiang Zhihao even remembered that on a snowy day, his father took him to school on a bicycle. Because it was too cold, he took off his gloves and put it on him, and took off his clothes to cover him. He was shaking all over from the cold, and his hands were all black and purple.
of.
When I was young, I didn't think this was anything. It wasn't until I became a father that I realized what it all meant.
Many times Jiang Zhihao felt that his childhood was still very happy. He was a little poor, but he was full of the warmth of family.
But I don't know when he started to feel disgusted with this family.
Is it because your parents started fighting?
Or is it because of the death of mother?
Or maybe the father married the stepmother a year later?
Now, everything Jiang Yucheng did reminded him of those days.
This child is just like him back then, still full of expectations for his family. Perhaps in his young mind, this family is very complete.
The hypocrisy and darkness I saw did not belong to Jiang Yucheng.
After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Zhihao touched his head and said, "You can take it with you if you want. We will come here to eat often in the future."
"Really?" Jiang Yucheng asked happily, but then he seemed to remember something, and said: "But making money is very hard, brother, I will work hard to make money when I grow up. Now you bring me to eat
, I will bring you to eat from now on!"
Jiang Zhihao laughed and said, "I'm waiting for the day you bring me here to eat."
Jiang Yucheng chuckled and called the waiter sister to help pack the food.
Seeing the two brothers enjoying themselves, Ma Wanqi showed obvious envy on his face.
She also has an older brother, but he is an alcoholic and a gambler. When he comes home, he either asks for money or quarrels with his parents. From him, Ma Wanqi has never realized the benefits of being a younger sister.
She longs to have a big brother like Jiang Zhihao who loves his younger brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, she may not be able to realize it in this life.
In the midst of complicated thoughts, several people got up and when they walked to the cashier, Xue Licheng and He Chengqian were arguing.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier if you didn't have that much money? What would you do? Qi Qi is still here, how embarrassing it would be for her to know!" He Chengqian said.
"You know it's embarrassing, don't I know it? You know how to save money for me even though you're so good at spending money! Hurry up and borrow money from someone you know, there's so much nonsense!" Xue Licheng said with an unhappy face.