Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 32

On the 28th day of the lunar calendar, Ziqiao is out of school in the afternoon, and the family of three agreed last night to go shopping in the street today.

After the Chinese New Year, there are no "outsiders" to collect debts, and the neighbors have returned to their usual concern for them. They often send them many things during the New Year's Eve.

Although they were all cabbage, potatoes, peppers and eggplants, it was timely rain for Sang Xiaoyu's family, and they would save a lot of money in this regard.

Before the Spring Festival today, Sang Xiaoyu made a lot of money, and her mood was much better than in previous years. She decided to take out [-] yuan to show off.

My mother was unhappy again, and said, didn't you say you wanted to save money for the house?Why wasteful?
Sang Xiaoyu didn't listen to her mother's advice this time, and said: "Mom, we have been suffering for three years, and I made thousands of years ago, and you didn't buy anything for yourself in these three years, so I don't listen to you today." I'm going to buy it for you."

The mother was also a little happy. Looking at the excited Sang Xiaoyu, she gave her a false glance. Sang Xiaoyu knew the meaning of this look and said loudly: "What is this seven hundred yuan? I'm not bragging now. I sometimes earn seven hundred yuan a day." Pass."

Mother finally laughed and said, "You can do it!"

Last night, she asked Ziqiao excitedly, "Eldest son, just write down what you want, and mother will promise you everything."

Seeing his mother's sunny expression, Ziqiao became excited for a moment. He took out his pen and notebook and wrote it down solemnly.

Ziqiao already knows a lot of characters, and he no longer has to pester his grandma to tell stories at night, but likes to read them by himself.

Almost all the toys and books from the eldest sister's house were transferred to their house.

Ziqiao wrote seriously, and when he was handed over to Sang Xiaoyu, he carefully watched his mother's expression.

Although the family is getting better day by day, the frugality in life has never changed. He is afraid that his mother will be unhappy.

Sang Xiaoyu picked up Ziqiao's shopping list like a teacher, and said in a somewhat tone-deaf manner, "My little friend, let me see if your request is unreasonable."

What she saw on the paper was:
1: Three large notebooks.

2: A fine pen; (same as Sun Yu's)
3: One schoolbag;
4: One foam pencil case.

5: Another Transformers if possible. (or not)

6: A flip book. (or not)

7: Gun (or not)
Sang Xiaoyu looked at it, and felt a little sad, thinking of Ziqiao three years ago, who was often unhappy because of toys, and would rather not eat but clamor for toys when he went to the store.

Cheng Weize obeyed him, and Sang Xiaoyu said that if you dote on him so much, he will get worse.

Now my son seems to have grown up all of a sudden, and he no longer dares to ask for toys and the like.

Sang Xiaoyu's heart was extremely desolate.

In order to hide the guilt in her heart, she said like a queen, "I approved your report! Can you add more!"

When Ziqiao heard this, he jumped into his mother's arms excitedly, just like when he was a child, he was lazy in her arms and refused to leave.

The mother said she was too used to the child.

Sang Xiaoyu knew that her mother was more serious than her. As long as it was what Ziqiao wanted, her mother would never refuse, but Ziqiao was too sensible now to want anything.

Ziqiao has been thinking about these things for a long time. Sun Yu is the younger brother of the elder sister's family, and he has long wanted a pen like him.

Sang Xiaoyu knew that the pen cost more than 20 yuan, so she couldn't bear to spend so much money to buy it. It's Chinese New Year, let's make my son happy.

Sang Xiaoyu deliberately teased her son and said, "You really don't want it anymore? Let me tell you, after passing this village, there will be no such shop."

Ziqiao hugged his mother happily and said, "That's enough, I thought you were going to cut down."

Sang Xiaoyu turned her head away, pretending to look at something, but actually she wanted to cry, her mood was extremely complicated.

Sang Xiaoyu said to her son: "Baby, you are my hope. With you, I have the strength to fight."

Ziqiao said unceremoniously: "Mom, don't worry, I have the rest of the money." He clenched his fists, really like a man.

Sang Xiaoyu was very pleased.

Before going to bed at night, Sang Xiaoyu wanted to wash up, she wanted to freshen herself up, at least not to be too embarrassed when she went to the street tomorrow.

After washing her face, when she wiped her face with her mother's cream, she found that her hair in the mirror was gray. She put down the cream and washed her hair again.

Sitting in front of the mirror again, when she was about to paint her face, she found that her hair was still gray. She thought it was the light, so she hurriedly called Ziqiao up and said, "Son, what's wrong with mommy's hair?"

Ziqiao got out of the bed, stood behind his mother, picked up a lock of hair and said, "Mom, your hair is all gray and can't be wiped off."

Sang Xiaoyu waved her hand and let Ziqiao lie down again, sorrow flooded her heart like a tide.She is only 30 years old, 30 years old!

Decline before you get old, that's what you say.

It was late at night, and Sang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, looking at the darkness, her gray hair also turned black.

It's like countless secrets and lies, only in the dark, they are all hidden to make one's heart feel at ease.

The day's exhaustion left her no time to lament the injustice of life, and she fell asleep in a depressed mood.

Early the next morning, Sang Xiaoyu pushed the cart out again, tied her hair with a rubber band to make it complete, and she had long forgotten what happened last night.

Sang Xiaoyu returned home early that day and simply ordered a bowl of noodles.

The mother went to visit with her son, and she agreed that she would take mother and son to the mall later.

Before four o'clock, I saw Ziqiao come back in a hurry, and his mother followed behind.

Sang Xiaoyu immediately brought the noodles and egg sauce and said, "Mom, you and Ziqiao are done eating, let's go."

He glanced at Ziqiao again and said, "Today, I will also buy some more of her favorite food for grandma."

Zi Qiao nodded.

He tossed his head proudly, and habitually hung the small gun on the wall.Instead of sitting at the dining table, he squatted into the room mysteriously and rummaged under the cabinet.

Afraid that he would get his clothes dirty, Sang Xiaoyu said, "Don't rummage through it, look at this ashes and eat quickly, we'll leave after eating."

Mother also spoke, and asked Ziqiao to wash his hands and serve.

Ziqiao ignored his mother's words and took out an iron box for biscuits.

Grandma and Sang Xiaoyu often watched him dig out and put some gadgets that children like into the iron box, such as cigarette cartons, glass marbles... and didn't pay attention.

Unexpectedly, he put the box on the kang, opened it, and pulled the things on it, and there was a thick wad of money inside.

One yuan is the most, there are also two yuan and fifty cents, and there are many steel coins.

Sang Xiaoyu and grandma were stunned for a moment.Ziqiao said proudly, "Mom, take it all and pay off the debt!"

(End of this chapter)