"How were you at school today? Are you okay?" Zhang Jinfang asked Xu Xiaoling as usual.
"It's okay." Xu Xiaoling pursed her lips and smiled.
This time, she was really happy from the bottom of her heart, not to deal with her family.
"Yesterday's composition class, the teacher asked me to write about the person closest to me, and I wrote about my second brother." Xu Xiaoling's lips were full of smile: "As a result, the teacher gave me eighty-six points and praised me in public.
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"Really?" Zhang Jinfang was delighted: "What did the teacher say?"
"The teacher said that through language and actions, the character image is enriched. The image of Erlong is vividly displayed on the paper. Through a large number of colloquial written descriptions, the article is more friendly and natural." Xu Xiaoling almost recounted the teacher's comments word for word.
Memorize it without missing a beat.
This was the first time in her reading career that she had been praised in this way. These brief comments activated the little seedling called literature deep in her heart.
In the years that followed, even though she wrote thousands of articles and received countless praises from others, what impressed her most deeply was these few words of affirmation from her teacher.
"That's great." Zhang Jinfang said happily.
Although Xu Erlong repeatedly reminded Xu Xiaoling that the purpose of letting her study was to make her gain knowledge and understand the truth, he did not expect her to achieve any results, so as not to put pressure on Xiaoling.
But now when she hears her child being praised, Zhang Jinfang is still happy.
"Mom, are you unhappy because I wrote about my second brother but not about you?" Xiaoling asked worriedly after she was happy.
The whole class wrote about my mother and my father. However, she wrote about my second brother. She was worried that Zhang Jinfang would be unhappy.
"You kid, why am I unhappy?" Zhang Jinfang said.
How can someone as old as her be jealous of a child?
"Mom, you are very good too. Next time, I will write about you." Xiaoling said.
Zhang Jinfang said angrily: "Oh, I have nothing to write about. Don't write about me. I have nothing to write about. How embarrassing."
The mother and daughter talked and laughed and had dinner.
"Go, you do your homework, and I'll wash the dishes." Zhang Jinfang said to Xu Xiaoling.
In the past, Xiaoling did enough housework in the countryside, but now Zhang Jinfang doesn't want her to do any more housework.
Zhang Jinfang took the bowl by herself and went to the sink behind the guest house to wash the dishes.
Their house is located at the corner of the second floor of the guest house, and tourists will pass by it when going up or down.
As soon as I opened the door, I happened to meet the passenger who was sewing trousers today coming back.
The middle-aged man wearing Chinese tunic uniform was surprised to see Zhang Jinfang carrying pots and pans.
Turning his eyes, he saw another teenage girl in the room.
"Want to eat?" Zhongshanfu greeted.
"Yes." Zhang Jinfang replied politely.
Seeing Zhang Jinfang carrying the dishes and chopsticks to the sink below to wash the dishes, Zhongshan Fu realized that he was a tenant living here.
These days, there are really very few women renting guest houses. At first, Zhongshan Fu thought that Zhang Jinfang was the waiter of this guest house.
The man in Zhongshan uniform, whose surname is Huang, is Huang Zhiguo. He is a salesman from another county arsenal. He is here on a business trip.
I thought that the other person had helped me in the afternoon. If he was a waiter here, it would be natural for him to help me with something.
But she is not a waiter at the guest house, so this help is just a favor.
Huang Zhiguo returned to his room and looked at a few pears in his net bag, which he brought from home when he was on a business trip.
After thinking about it, he took two pears and sent them to Zhang Jinfang.
Zhang Jinfang just happened to wash the dishes and come back with them.
Huang Zhiguo stood at the door and handed two pears over: "Sister, thank you very much today."
"Comrade, you are too polite." Zhang Jinfang was a little at a loss. She didn't do anything big today, and someone even came to thank her with pears.
"It's okay, these are our local pears, try them out." Huang Zhiguo thanked.
Xu Xiaoling listened to the two talking at the door and looked over. Huang Zhiguo handed over the two pears and left quickly.
"Mom, what does this person do?" Xu Xiaoling asked warily.
They live in a guest house. There are many outsiders coming and going here, but most of them are acquaintances. There are still very few people who deliver things to their door.
"I don't know, it's just that he was in some trouble today and just helped me with a small favor." Zhang Jinfang looked down at the two pears: "I didn't expect that this person was so polite and even sent two pears over."
"Ignore him." Xiaoling said.
The mother and daughter put this matter behind them.
Unexpectedly, Huang Zhiguo suffered from acute gastroenteritis. In the middle of the night, he had vomiting and diarrhea, which alerted the waiter at the guest house and asked him to take him to the hospital.
There was only one attendant on duty at night, so there was no way he could be taken to the hospital.
These days, there is no such thing as calling 120 for an ambulance.
The waiter on duty knocked on Zhang Jinfang's door without being polite at all.
During this period of time together, they have subconsciously regarded Zhang Jinfang as a good old man who is always available.
I usually call Zhang Jinfang for help with many things, but when an emergency happened in the middle of the night, I still called Zhang Jinfang.
Zhang Jinfang woke up in a hurry and looked confused.
Is there a fire in this guest house, or is there a burglar? Is the door knocking so urgently in the middle of the night?
"Mom..." Xiaoling was also woken up.
"Don't panic, I'll go take a look." Zhang Jinfang put on a coat and opened the door.
Sister Zheng knocked on the door and said to Zhang Jinfang: "Sister Zhang, here is a comrade who has severe vomiting and diarrhea. He needs to be sent to the hospital. Please help him get him there."
Zhang Jinfang was stunned. Was he knocking on the door in the middle of the night to ask her to send someone to the hospital?
While she was struggling and hesitating, she discovered that the comrade who had acute gastroenteritis in the middle of the night and kept running to the toilet and was turning pale was the out-of-town comrade who brought them pears after dinner.
"Quickly, send him there so that he doesn't fall ill in the guest house and cause us some trouble." Sister Zheng urged repeatedly, leaving no room for Zhang Jinfang to refuse.
Zhang Jinfang turned to Xiaoling and said, "Well, Xiaoling, shall I send you to the hospital first? You stay at home and have a good sleep."
"Oh." Xiaoling responded in a daze, just when she was snoozing to grow taller.
The late autumn night was quite cold, and the fallen leaves on the streets were swirling in the autumn wind.
There were no pedestrians on the street, so Zhang Jinfang struggled to support Huang Zhiguo and sent him to the county hospital.
Fortunately, the county hospital is only a few hundred meters away from the guest house.
As for Zhang Jinfang, who was used to doing farm work in the countryside and had a lot of strength, she really half dragged and half dragged Huang Zhiguo to the county hospital, where he was admitted to the emergency room.
After finishing these things, Zhang Jinfang was thinking about Xiaoling at home again.
That child cannot be left alone at home.
I have to wake her up in the morning and make her breakfast.
Zhang Jinfang hurried back, and at six o'clock, he went back to wake Xiaoling up, have breakfast, and send her to school.