"Sister Zhang, it's me, Li Yong." A man's voice came from outside the door.
Zhang Jinfang was startled for a moment. What did Li Yong come to see her for?
She still limped over and opened the door: "Comrade, you..."
"That's right, Sister Zhang, I went out to do errands today and met an old neighbor from the past. His family has an ancestral plaster for bruises and it's very effective. I thought about it and thought you might need it, so I gave it to you.
Here are two pieces of plaster. You can try it and see if it works." Li Yong stood at the door with a kind smile on his face and two pieces of dog skin plaster in his hand.
"How embarrassing is this?" Zhang Jinfang was really embarrassed by this Comrade Li Yong.
Yesterday I met him on the street, and he was kind enough to give me a ride home, which was a good way to go.
But today, they were still thinking about her injury and made a special trip to bring her plaster. This was really warm.
"What's the shame? It's just two plasters. I just happened to come across them, so I sent them over." Li Yong insisted.
Zhang Jinfang said: "How much does this plaster cost? I'll give you the money."
"Don't mention the money. My neighbor didn't even ask for money when giving it to me. How could I come to collect your money? Take this money back." Li Yong said, pushing Zhang Jinfang's hand back and insisting.
Refuse to accept money from Zhang Jinfang.
People made a special trip to deliver medicine to her but refused to take the money, which made Zhang Jinfang even more embarrassed.
She said: "This is so embarrassing."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Sister Zhang. I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you later. If the plaster works well, I'll send it to you." Li Yong said with a smile, turned around and walked away.
Zhang Jinfang leaned against the door, holding the plaster in her hand, feeling quite grateful. Comrade Li Yong was so polite and enthusiastic. He came all the way to deliver medicine to her, but he actually
He didn't even pour any saliva for others to drink.
Zhang Jinfang secretly blamed herself for being too slight to others.
Zhang Jinfang closed the door, sat down on the sofa, put the plaster aside, and continued to knit the sweater seriously.
When Xiaoling went home, she brought her a lunch box.
The food in this school lunch group is of course not as delicious as the home-cooked food. The food stir-fried in a big pot looks yellow, like pig food.
It’s normal when you think about it. It’s hard to put oil in a school lunch group. There is less oil and more vegetables. If the firepower is uneven, the fried vegetables will naturally be brown and chewy.
"The food in your school is really terrible." Zhang Jinfang said sincerely.
Xiaoling said: "Mom, you are so naughty now. This is much better than when you were in the village. At that time, I couldn't even eat white rice."
Zhang Jinfang laughed, didn't she?
Thinking about the days in the village last year, it was really hard.
Not only did he eat poorly, but he also often had to be scolded by Mrs. Xu and beaten by Xu Dongsheng.
Looking back now, Zhang Jinfang can't believe how she survived.
"Where did this plaster come from?" Xiaoling saw the plaster on the coffee table next to her.
"Oh, a neighbor sent it." Zhang Jinfang said, "I heard the effect is very good."
"The effect is very good, so why don't you use it enough?" Xiaoling said.
She took the plaster and carefully applied it to Zhang Jinfang's ankle: "This will help her get better sooner."
"That's right." Zhang Jinfang nodded: "If it's early, I can go out to buy groceries so that I can cook for you."
At this point, she stretched out her hand, poked Xiaoling's forehead, and said with a smile: "You just want me to hurry up so that I can go out to buy groceries and cook for you, but you are afraid that I will be idle."
Xiaoling retorted seriously: "No way, I really miss you. Look, just sitting on the sofa all day, watching TV and knitting, how boring."
Indeed, it would be quite boring to just sit and watch TV and knit at home for a long time. It would also be nice if neighbors came over to set up the gantry array.
The next day, Zhang Jinfang was still at home, watching TV and knitting.
Today, she left the door open, just thinking that some neighbors would come over to watch TV, so that someone could talk and have fun.
Unexpectedly, the first person standing at the door was Li Yong.
"Sister Zhang, have you used yesterday's plaster? How do you feel about the effect?" Li Yong asked standing at the door.
"It's okay." Zhang Jinfang replied, thinking to herself, could it be that Comrade Li Yong is selling dog-skin plasters?
"As long as you feel fine." Li Yong smiled and came in with a mesh bag: "I feel like your foot won't get better for a while. I was buying vegetables at the vegetable market just now, so I bought some side dishes for you.
, so you can cook at home.”
Zhang Jinfang was so frightened that she stood up from the sofa: "This is not good, Comrade Li Yong, this is not good."
This person was delivering medicine and food, which made Zhang Jinfang very frightened.
"What's wrong? Just by the way." Li Yong replied.
"Then... how much is it? I'll give you the food money. By the way, there's also the plaster money, I'll give it to you as well." Zhang Jinfang replied.
Li Yong smiled and said: "Sister Zhang, don't be so outspoken. I just saw that your foot was injured and you have difficulty moving, so I just wanted to help you. You don't have to be so polite to me."
"How can this be done? It costs money to buy groceries and so on. I have to give you this money." Zhang Jinfang insisted.
These days, no one has money blown by the strong wind. Everyone has only a little income in a month, and their money is tight.
"You really want to thank me, why don't you knit a sweater for me." Li Yong said with a smile: "I see that Sister Zhang has very skillful hands, and this sweater is pretty good, so why not knit a sweater for me."
Zhang Jinfang was stunned.
These days, almost all lesbians can knit sweaters, both for the men in the family and for the children. These are all basic operations.
How is it possible for someone to knit sweaters for gay men outside? It doesn’t make sense either emotionally or rationally.
"That's right. My mother knitted my sweater for me when she was still alive. After so many years, the cuffs and edges of the sweater have become damaged. I just want to find someone smart and handy to help repair it.
.This can also be regarded as my thoughts about my old mother." Li Yong explained.
"Sigh." Li Yong continued to sigh: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. In order to take care of my mother, I never got married and was a single old man. Therefore, I can only come to you for help with this kind of work."
This can be regarded as a clear explanation of his life experience.
Zhang Jinfang felt soft after hearing this.
They just want to mend the sweater my mother left behind, so it doesn't mean much to help.
"Okay, bring the sweater and I'll help you mend it," Zhang Jinfang replied.
Anyway, she often helps her neighbors on weekdays, doing this and that. She is a well-known good person in the street.