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Chapter 370

A light north wind had been blowing all day, and by noon, snowflakes were floating in the sky. They were small at first, then gradually became larger, and finally started to fly in large numbers.

Yingzi walked home in the snow. It took half an hour to walk from the market to her home. The snowy road was slippery. She was carrying the New Year's goods bought by Lao Tan in her hand and walked very carefully.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, snowflakes as big as copper coins scattered like flying white butterflies, densely packed and soft.

Soon, Yingzi came out and was covered in sweat. She stopped, put the bag she was carrying on the ground, and turned the hat of her down jacket on her head with her hands. A ball of hot steam rose from the top of her head.

She rested for a while, picked up her bag and continued walking home.

Arriving home soon, I could already see the lights on in the windows on the first floor.

The daughter happily opened the door, took a bag from her hand, and said, "Mom, why did you buy these things when you are back?"

Yingzi put down the other bag and said, "They are gifts. How can my mother have the money to buy these?" As she said this, she changed into slippers, took off her down jacket, and took off her mask.

The eye-catching scar was released, harmonizing the affection between mother and daughter in the warm room.

"Sent it? Who sent it?" the daughter asked suspiciously.

"Damn an ​​old friend---your name is Dada."

"I never heard you say that-"

"We haven't seen each other for many years, but we bumped into each other the day before yesterday." Yingzi said.

"Oh -" my daughter didn't ask any more and said instead: "I've finished making the dumplings. I bought the ready-made wrappers and boiled the water. I'll wait for you to come back and cook them."

"My daughter is really capable." Yingzi said and walked towards the kitchen, followed by her daughter.

The dumplings wrapped in a curtain were placed on the table. The water in the pot was hot. It had obviously been boiled and then turned off. Yingzi lit the fire again, and her daughter took bowls, chopsticks and soy sauce and vinegar.

After taking the dishes and chopsticks, I took the two bags my mother had brought back into the kitchen and started to take out things. There were pig's trotters, meat, ribs, pork belly, minced meat, saury, beef brisket, lamb chops, sugar and fruits.

While putting it in the refrigerator, my daughter asked curiously: "Mom, what kind of friend do you have? Is this good? Our family doesn't have to buy groceries."

"Didn't I tell you, old friend, I met my mother when she first came out to work - the owner of Ah Qiao Dumpling House," Yingzi said.

"Really? Where's the boss?" Then the daughter asked naughtily: "Mom, has he ever chased you?"

Yingzi blushed, raised a spoon and said to her daughter: "Go, you damn bastard, you are joking with your mother." Then he ordered: "Take the fruit into the hall, don't get in the way."

The daughter left with a smile. Yingzi was stunned for a moment and then continued cooking dumplings.

The dumplings were cooked quickly, and the couple sat down to eat.

"Mom, isn't the road difficult?" my daughter asked.

"It's okay." Yingzi said.

"You should wear more clothes for work tomorrow morning and put on those snow-covered cotton pads, otherwise it will be cold," my daughter said.

"good."

"Don't wear your down jacket, wear mine, I'm thick."

"No, Mom, I'm going to get hot in a while, and I'm still sweating."

"Then wear mine, I won't leave the house."

Yingzi looked at her daughter, who was as tall as herself, and thought in her heart that her daughter was her parents' little cotton-padded jacket. It was true.

"Don't just sit around in the house all the time. Go out for a walk and play with your classmates." Yingzi said distressedly.

"Why go out when it's so cold? Why not read a book at home?" my daughter said.

Yingzi didn't say anything, just picked up a dumpling and put it in a bowl. Looking at the dumplings, she remembered something and said, "Mom went to work at Aqiao Dumpling House after the Chinese New Year to learn how to prepare the fillings."

"Learn to make stuffing? Yes, it's a technical job." The daughter was happy that her mother had found a good job, and then asked: "Is it the one who arranged it?"

Yingzi said: "Yes, take care of mom. Mom can't do anything else with this image."

"Who said that? My mother is beautiful." The daughter said, "Mom, don't worry. When I make money, I will help you get a beauty treatment first. Your scar can be removed."

Yingzi laughed and said, "Why do you need plastic surgery? You're not a little girl, so you just have to do it."

"Is this possible? I need plastic surgery to restore my mother's beautiful face." The daughter said firmly.

"You'd better study hard first, wait until you get into college and find a good job."

Yingzi was relieved by her daughter's words. To be honest, if she didn't have a daughter, she wouldn't know what the meaning of life would be. Although the scars on her face are ugly, they can be modified by plastic surgery; the scars in her heart are painful, and her nerves have been tortured to the point of numbness.

All kinds of perseverance.

One scar, two situations, two lives.

We don’t talk about how realistic society is, but people’s acceptance of beauty and ugliness still starts with appearance. Take Yingzi as an example, if there is no scar on her face, she is beautiful, and very beautiful. Find a job

A good job is easy for her, not a problem.

To take a step back and say something unpleasant but very realistic, even if you work as a bartender in a karaoke bar, you still have the capital.

But with that scar, beauty turned into a frightening thing. She had done a lot of work, but she had no chance to do it. She could only do low-paying jobs that were invisible or faceless, and she had to endure rolling eyes, ridicule, and even insults.

sexual harm.

It's not that this doesn't happen, it happens quite often.

But again, if you don’t want to die, you must live and live well. The strength of life does not lie in beauty or ugliness, but in your unyielding attitude towards fate and your own strength.

The snow stopped falling at midnight, and when I woke up in the morning, the entire provincial capital was a white world.

Auspicious snow heralds a good year.

The omen is good, but transportation is inconvenient in cities after snow. Pedestrians and vehicles must walk and drive carefully and slowly. Even so, there are also people who have been rear-ended by cars and fallen, and the hospital's emergency room is full of people with bumps and scratches.

people.

Lao Tan sent Lin Yan to the hospital. There was snow on the road, so Lin Yan didn't drive and was going to take the subway to work. Unfortunately, she was hit by an electric scooter as soon as she left the gate of the community. Although the hit was not serious, it was still serious.

I can't work anymore - my ankles are swollen like steamed buns.

I took photos and X-rays and found no broken bones, just bruises, congestion, redness and swelling, commonly known as sprained ankles.

Seeing that nothing serious happened and Lao Tan was not a blackmailer, he asked the electric bike rider to pay the medical expenses and leave. The electric bike rider felt very sorry and insisted on giving him 500 yuan.

Lao Tan could see that this was a migrant worker who worked in the market, so it was not easy to confiscate it. Five hundred yuan would not last long, and it would not make a fortune or make a fortune. It was better to forget it than to take it. It was the Chinese New Year, and who didn’t have it yet?

What's the matter?

After the electric scooter rider left, Lao Tan took a taxi and carried Lin Yan to the car.

Lin Yan felt a little unnatural when being carried on Lao Tan's back. For more than ten years, the two of them had not even held hands. Sometimes she was not happy when Lao Tan rushed to pat her on the shoulder. Now, it is not only unnatural to ask Lao Tan to carry her on his back.

There is another feeling.

This feeling is a little hard to describe, there is the unfamiliar familiarity, there is also the familiar unfamiliarity, there is the shame of being carried by Ru for the first time, and there is also the warmth of being cared for by this man who calls her husband.

In short, I was filled with emotions, so much so that the thought of teaching the guy who rode the electric bike disappeared, and he lay shyly and peacefully on Lao Tan's back -----

When he got home, Lao Tan put his wife on the sofa and laughed loudly at his son with his arms slung over his arms and Lin Yan with swollen ankles. After laughing, he said, "Okay, you two have a broken arm and a sprained ankle.

Let's get together, take good care of them, don't do any work, I'll take care of you two."

The son said: "I don't have to, okay, I will remove the board tomorrow and you can take care of my mother."

Lin Yan said: "Why, it's wrong to ask you to wait for two days?" Then she turned to her son and said: "You said your father let the one who hit me go without even giving him five hundred yuan, right?

Not stupid?"

"My dad enjoys helping others," the son said.

"Your dad just pretends to be a good guy." Lin Yan said.

"Yesterday, my dad acted bravely."

"Then you learn from your father-"

"necessary!"

The son made a long sound that was very proud of his father.


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