Chapter 53: Willing to be a ‘nouveau riche’ for once
Ten minutes later, although the old man still looked calm on the surface, he was in a turmoil in his heart. He did not expect that his grandson's body would be so weak. Mixed with Laoshan Ginseng, this decoction was not suitable for young people to take supplements.
, Cheng Xiaoyu didn’t have any abnormal reaction after drinking it.
"It feels good, grandpa, what kind of medicine is this? Do you have any more?" Cheng Xiaoyu licked his lips, his throat felt sweet after eating rock candy. The bitterness before turned into the heat rushing up inside the body, which made him feel very comfortable.
His tired body found a source of replenishment.
"What do you think this is? Do you think it exists? Go back and come over in the evening." The old man waved his hand and walked back into the house.
For the first time in so many days, Cheng Xiaoyu felt physically strong. He thought that he would go to bed because he was tired and that his plan to go to the city with his family during the day would be in vain. But looking at his current appearance, there was nothing wrong with him.
After breakfast, Cheng Xiaoyu changed his clothes from the inside out and boiled a large pot of hot water to wipe his body. The room was warm and he felt much more comfortable after scrubbing. The scene he saw after he came out was something he had never seen before.
There were too deep feelings, but after experiencing the setbacks of great joy and great sorrow, when he needed a place to lick his wounds, seeing this picture, Cheng Xiaoyu's tear glands once again burst out with a gushing feeling.
Parents' kindness is more important than Mount Tai.
Her mother, Wang Xiumei, sat on a small stool and held the washboard against her abdomen. She rubbed her hands vigorously in the basin and washed the clothes Cheng Xiaoyu had just taken off.
The focused look, the sweat on the forehead, the calloused hands, the bent waist from years of hard work, the faint smile that can do something for her son, maternal love is always so mellow, as long-lasting as fine wine.
In the house, the father spread the bedding again, washed a small plate of fruit, washed his black and yellow hands cleanly, and used a fruit knife to peel the apples for his son. When he saw Cheng Xiaoyu walking in, his dark face was stained by the corners of his mouth.
Upturned and full of wrinkles: "Lie down for a while, you must not be used to getting up early outside."
Father's love moistens the rain silently. If the breeze blows without a keen sense of perception, the breeze will blow gently without any touch.
"Huh." Cheng Xiaoyu got into bed comfortably. He wanted to repay his parents' kindness without saying anything. He remembered that it was enough to leave a permanent imprint in his heart.
He stretched out his arms from under the quilt, picked up the cigarette on the bed, and lit one for his father. One of them lay down and the other sat on the bed, puffing away smoke without needing too many words, flicking the ashes into the ashtray made of cans.
At this time, after making eye contact, Cheng Xiaoyu's hand retreated slightly, and he stepped forward after his father finished flicking the cigarette ashes.
The feeling of home, the comfort, the feeling of home just doesn't feel like anything, everything is casual and casual, just like every day in life, that is, every day of life, otherwise how can it be called home.
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"Daewoo, don't spend money randomly."
"Daewoo, don't buy it, that's enough."
"Daewoo..."
After breakfast, Cheng Xiaoyu asked his brother-in-law Yang Guoping to hire a van to pick up students in the village, and took the two families to Meicheng. They first went to the bank to withdraw 20,000 yuan. Cheng Laoshi and Wang Xiumei watched their son casually put the money in the bank.
In the inner pocket of the down jacket, I never left my son's eyes after shopping, for fear that the money would be stolen or lost, and I would lose interest in buying new year's goods.
When Cheng Xiaoyu spent a lot of money and bought New Year's goods in large quantities, his parents, sister and brother-in-law couldn't stop him no matter what, and he spent thousands of dollars without blinking an eye.
Couplets, fruits, drinks, liquor, cigarettes, vegetables, beef, sheep, and pork... The two rows of seats at the back of the van were quickly filled, and meat was piled under the seats. The loose seats became crowded.
"Son, you..." Cheng laoshi sighed and squatted next to the van, smoking vigorously. A rural family's annual harvest from farming was only ten or twenty thousand yuan. In just one morning, his son spent nearly
Ten thousand yuan, which he couldn't accept. It completely subverted his concept of consumption and ran counter to his lifestyle of more than forty years. Not to mention him, some petty-bourgeois mothers, Wang Xiumei, who were willing to make noise, also looked at her with sad eyes.
My son, I blame him for not spending so much money. On the contrary, the little girl Yang Dan was very happy. He bought her two large bags of snacks in the supermarket, and she stayed in Cheng Xiaoyu's arms and refused to leave until he held her to death.
"Mom, Dad, sister, brother-in-law, I can make money now. If you listen to me, treat it as a son and brother who respects you. Those who are celebrating the New Year, please listen to me." A son from a rural area is the backbone of the family, and when he grows up, he will know how to do it.
Cheng Xiaoyu was not close to giving up his position and letting his son become the head of the household. If a man was working as a farmer at home, he would have already established a household and started to make the final decision on all major matters. Hearing what Cheng Xiaoyu said, several people chose to remain silent and could not agree.
At noon, Cheng Xiaoyu asked the driver to take his family to the best restaurant in Meicheng. They spent more than 600 yuan on a meal. The old people could not agree with this method and could not talk about their son, so they had to vent their anger by packing the leftovers.
His own dissatisfaction. Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and ignored this without making any remarks. Then he took the four children and one child to the mall and spent more than 5,000 yuan to buy them new clothes and shoes.
Although the brand is not very good, for Cheng Laoshi and his wife, who can wear good clothes for a hundred and ten yuan, their brows are getting deeper and deeper. After spending 15,000 yuan a day, the old couple decided not to care about what their son wants.
I will never go anywhere with myself.
Fortunately, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't take any action next. After buying several mobile phone cards and depositing two hundred yuan each, he got in the car and headed back. Cheng Laoshi sat in the pile of goods, leaning against the beautifully packaged wine, cigarettes and wine.
After paying several thousand yuan, Cheng Laoshi was afraid that the car would be bumped and broken.
When passing by the bank, Cheng Xiaoyu first withdrew the 60,000 yuan from Xiong Wei and Zhang Sen, and then withdrew 30,000 yuan from his own card. It was not that he was reluctant to give more to his parents, but that there was a buffering process.
, and also keep the same pace with the brothers.
"Son, give it to me. I'll hold it for you." Wang Xiumei saw Cheng Xiaoyu casually throw the 90,000 yuan in the cowhide bag beside the dashboard of the van, and quickly stretched forward to signal her son to give the money to her.
Cheng Xiaoyu smiled. This smile was a bitter smile. It was a bitter smile when he saw his parents' small-farming consciousness after he truly matured. It was self-blame and self-pity. Why couldn't he have the ability to give his parents a good life earlier?
"Mom and Dad, from now on, I want you to live the best life. Not only do you have to live well materially, but I will also let you live the best life in every aspect. This is my son's promise." Cheng Xiaoyu lit a cigarette and said,
Looking at the white snow outside the car window, I swore secretly in my heart that I was feeling melancholy and blaming myself for the sake of my children. There were more important things in life that I needed to do and it was worth doing. If God gave me the ability to change my life, I would do it.
Hold it firmly in your hand.
The feeling of loss and depression disappeared with the warmth and love of home. Cheng Xiaoyu was still the same Cheng Xiaoyu, but there was a small place deep in his heart that hid a painful memory and the vague figure of a girl.
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