Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 126 The meaning of the drunkard
Mother stewed a chicken. She heard that Jiang Chunhui liked to eat stupid chickens from the countryside, so she bought a chicken and stewed it. She also made a few side dishes and brought them to the table.

Jiang Chunhui said at the dinner table that my godmother treated me better than my real mother.

My mother is now more and more willing to listen to him, and she also said that his parents are both big bosses and often go abroad, so of course she cares less about him. If you don't dislike him, you can come every day.

Jiang Chunhui said, "I know you don't bother me when I come here, but I don't know if others are."

Sang Xiaoyu cast a glance at Lightning.

Ziqiao said that my Uncle Jiang has a car and a house and is personable, who would bother?
Sang Xiaoyu asked him what is his point of view?Is it annoying to do with the car, the house, and the style?

Ziqiao said it was my grandma.

Jiang Chunhui's face was full of spring breeze, saying that the old man is really open-minded in life...

Sang Xiaoyu ignored him, and asked his mother if the building was coming down?

The house for the relocation is about to come down, but they are just relocated, and their warehouse is also considered a house. After this, Sang Xiaoyu will have a building to live in.

Sang Xiaoyu said that it is best to go to the same unit so that they can take care of each other. Mother said that they should find someone, right?
Jiang Chunhui said: "You are the big boss now, are you used to living in such a house?"

Sang Xiaoyu gave him a hard look and said, "If you talk nonsense again, I will really ignore you."

Jiang Chunhui said: "You don't need to find someone to move back to the house. You can ask for a floor by yourself, as long as you meet the conditions."

Sang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "It's just that I really don't have time to design now."

Jiang Chunhui said that it is enough for you to come up with the blueprints, wait for the house to come down and draw a picture, and find someone to decorate it. You really don’t need to pay too much attention to this kind of house. The quality is average, the area is too small, and the layout is not ideal. It’s just too much.

Sang Xiaoyu asked her mother about how many square meters?

These are the areas that they originally purchased in excess of their own strength.

The mother sighed and said that there was no money, so the original area was used, wouldn't it be an extra 3 yuan?That is the smallest area.

Sang Xiaoyu said nonchalantly, it's nothing, anyway, if you have a building, you don't need to burn fire and buy coal every day, it's too troublesome.

The mother took out the original contract and said that it was only 61 square meters, while Sang Xiaoyu's was only 58 square meters, which was the smallest among all relocated houses.

Jiang Chunhui said that it would be fine to replace the two houses with one, so that they could live together.

Mother asked if this is okay?When is this going to happen, I guess it won't work.

Jiang Chunhui said he asked someone to take a look.

Sang Xiaoyu ignored him, his son clamored to go to a newly opened children's playground in the community to play games after dinner, and said that Sang Xiaoyu had promised himself a few days ago.

Sang Xiaoyu said he didn't remember, and asked him how old are you?
Ziqiao said that the students all went to play, and that was where the older children went.

Sang Xiaoyu thought that she was busy every day, so she agreed, and asked Jiang Chunhui, "Does it cost a lot of money?"

Jiang Chunhui said, "I don't know. I don't know anything about this kind of stuff. Money is nothing to you, right?"

"How about taking your daughter over to play with you?"

Jiang Chunhui was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "She lives in the school, a noble school."

Sang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that he had already said that the child was not at home and would only come back on weekends.

Sang Xiaoyu took Ziqiao and left.

Jiang Chunhui followed behind.

Jiang Chunhui wanted to use a car for them, but Sang Xiaoyu said it was very close, and just passed the railway ahead, and told his son not to play on the railway tracks in the future.

After crossing the railway tracks, I saw a huge sign: Legend of the Little Elephant.

Sang Xiaoyu went to buy a ticket, and it cost fifty.

Sang Xiaoyu said it was too expensive.

The conductor said disdainfully: "This is the price during the opening period, and it costs 98 for the official opening."

Sang Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue, and said to her son, "I tell you, only this time, don't make any noise about playing in the future, it's too expensive."

The two were talking, when Jiang Chunhui came over, took a card and said, "I got a card over there, which can be used for one year."

Sang Xiaoyu gave him a hard look.

Ziqiao didn't quite understand, and asked, "Uncle Jiang, can I play this card casually?"

Jiang Chunhui said: "Yes, you can play casually. If you run out of money on your card, tell your uncle. Uncle recharges it every year, and you can play for a lifetime..."

Like her mother, Ziqiao stuck out her tongue and said, "Can I play when I'm old?"

Jiang Chunhui was immediately amused, and said, "Yes, you can play even at seventy or eighty."

The conductor next to him was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "At that time, this game city would have ceased to exist."

Jiang Chunhui said: "You are a witness, we can play for at least five years?"

The girl took a serious look at the family of three and said, "My son looks so much like you, why are you so handsome!"

Jiang Chunhui was so happy, why did the girl have such good eyesight?
The girl got even more excited when she was praised, saying: "My father is handsome, my mother is beautiful, and my son is handsome. Your family has all the good genes."

Jiang Chunhui asked triumphantly, "Is my son like me?"

The girl nodded and said, "It's so similar!"

Ziqiao was especially likely to come, so he opened his mouth and called out: Dad!

Jiang Chunhui beautifully agreed loudly.

Sang Xiaoyu kept laughing, seeing Jiang Chunhui's complacent look and didn't want to say anything.

"I've said long ago that my son is just like me."

Cheng Ziqiao is very sensible, and has been calling him Dad since then, even omitting the dry words.

The two led Ziqiao in, and many people went out, but not many people came at night.

They take off their shoes first, then the kids go into the play area and the adults have their own area.

The playground is the fairy tale world described by the writer.

There are colorful laughter and laughter here. No matter how much trouble you have, as long as you come here and see the innocent and lovely child's face, you will feel the richness and fullness of life.

Sang Xiaoyu hadn't brought her son to play for a long time, and it turned out that it was before the accident.

The playground at that time was not as perfect and diverse as it is now.

There are swings, slides, seesaws, and climbing frames.

There are trampolines, ocean balls, swing boards and simple climbing.

Under the climbing, there are special people to take care of them, and they are very thoughtful.

There are all kinds of cars, Ziqiao is dazzled and doesn't know what to play first.

Sang Xiaoyu took a closer look, there were not many children his age, and Ziqiao had also grown taller, making him stand out from the crowd here.

He quickly took aim at an army green camouflage car, he stuffed his small body into it, and soon started running on the track like an old driver.

Sang Xiaoyu stared at her son intently, taking pictures of him with the camera.

Looking at her son's happy face, and thinking of the depression he suffered when he was with her for the past four years, I always feel unspeakable bitterness in my heart.

Jiang Chunhui pointed to the cheerful children and said, "This kind of business can only be done. The money comes quickly and the money comes in quickly. How about it? How much money are you making now?"

(End of this chapter)