So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

On the weekend, after dinner in the evening, the family of three took a walk on the quiet road. Although Lu Zhenyang's hair was short, it was almost full.

He has regained his previous lively and lovely image, and when he comes back every Monday, he will always tell Lu Anyi about the interesting things that happened during his week in the kindergarten, and Zhang Mofei talks the most.

Whenever Zhang Mofei was mentioned from Lu Zhenyang's mouth, Lu Anyi always felt very happy.

"Yifeng, where have you been?" Lu Anyi was wearing a bluetooth headset, holding the steering wheel and waiting for the traffic lights. The road was especially congested during rush hour.

On the other side of the phone, Pei Yifeng was also waiting for the traffic light, and it had become a habit for the two of them to commute to and from get off work every day and chat with the bluetooth headset turned on. [

On the street full of feasting and feasting on the food street, the warm evening breeze makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally. Just after dinner, there are still many pedestrians on the street, which is very lively.

"Sell flowers, sell flowers." A dirty little girl ran towards Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng with a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

The little girl ran to them and pulled Pei Yifeng's straight suit pants with her dirty hands, "Brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for sister."

Pei Yifeng instinctively took two steps back, looked down at the little girl who looked at him expectantly, and asked, "How much is this one flower?"

"Brother, it costs three yuan a flower." The little girl replied.

Pei Yifeng bent down and looked at the little girl with a smile, "Then how many flowers do you think brother should buy for this sister?"

The little girl thought for a while, and replied, "I love you forever, with one heart and one mind. Of course my brother can give my sister one heart and one mind."

Pei Yifeng smiled and looked up at Lu Anyi. The little girl suddenly explained honestly, "If brother wants to buy three flowers, nine flowers have good meanings. As long as he is single-minded, brother can buy me eleven flowers."

Lu Anyi originally disliked the use of children to earn money. She knew that most of them were taught by their parents. They did not work hard to earn money and did not educate their children.

But when she heard the little girl's supplementary explanation later, she remembered a text about selling grapefruits when she was a child. The protagonist in that story was very honest, and instead of telling customers that her grapefruits were sweet, she would tell customers that they were a bit bitter.

And this little girl, she feels like the protagonist in that story, unlike those children I met before, who hugged other people's thighs whenever they got the chance, and didn't do it if they didn't buy it.

Lu Anyi looked at the flowers in the little girl's hand. She calculated that there were only forty or fifty flowers. She took out 200 yuan from her pocket and gave it to her, "Shall we buy all these flowers?"

Hearing this, the little girl nodded happily, "There are 39 flowers here, let me count them for you."

Lu Anyi shook her head and said, "There's no need to count, the money is all for you."

"Then I'll give you this too." The little girl took out a red sachet from her pocket and handed it to Lu Anyi.

"It's a rose sachet made by my brother. It's handmade. It costs 20 yuan each, although it's not enough to make up two hundred."

Lu Anyi felt that this was the first time she had seen such a simple child. She had only heard it in the text, but it was the first time she had seen it in reality. She reached out to take the sachet from the little girl's hand, and sniffed it on the tip of her nose.

A scent of roses entered her nostrils, and it smelled very good. She pursed her lips and touched the little girl's head with a smile, "Go to school well, my sister hopes that you will always be so simple and real."