Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 112 Indifferent Family Affection

My mother bought a few steamed buns and a bag of pickles, and it was our lunch.

This was my first meal back in this home, but I didn't feel that it was shabby, after all, I was used to eating steamed buns.

During the meal, my mother kept praising Zhao Jianping to me, saying that since my father died, Zhao Jianping was her only spiritual support. If it was not for raising him, my mother said that she might have followed my father.

My mother said these words from the bottom of her heart, and it can be seen from her unconscious smile that Zhao Jianping is the pride of her life.

However, she didn't seem to care about my feelings at all.

I quietly listened to her showing off her precious son to me. My mother said that although Jianping only studied in an ordinary junior high school, he studied well and scored [-]% in every exam, so he will definitely be promising in the future.

Until the end of lunch, my mother didn't ask me where you have been all these years, how have you been, how are you doing, how did you escape from the hands of human traffickers, did you go to school, and did you want to study.

No, not a word.

After I ate the last bite of steamed buns, the flame of family affection that had just been ignited seemed to be almost extinguished by this pot of cold water.

After dinner, my mother said that she had to go to work. Jianping needed a lot of money to study, and if she missed work today, her wages would be deducted.

I asked my mom what she did for work.

My mother smiled a little embarrassedly, and said that she would sweep the streets during the day, pick up junk, sell scraps, and wash dishes at night, anyway, try to make as much money as possible.

Before my mother left, she left me the key of the house, saying that she would come back very late tonight, and Jianping did not bring the key, fearing that he would not be able to enter the house when he came back.

My mother left, and I sat in the house, looking around the whole house, feeling cold in my heart, this is the scene where my mother and I met for the first time in nine years after being separated for nine years.

I remember a saying that seemed to say "There is nowhere to talk about desolation", yes, that's how I feel now.

I carefully looked at Zhao Jianping's room and my mother's room again. Zhao Jianping's room was clean and tidy. The room was full of modern boys who like to move things, and the clothes thrown on the bed seemed to be brands.And my mother's room smelled musty as soon as I entered it, and it was slowly piled up with debris. The small space was full of memory, and there was only a small bed next to the wall. .

I looked at my luggage and it wasn't much, but I didn't seem to know where to put them.

I don’t have a lot of luggage, but there are almost 3 yuan in cash in it. Here are my savings and the tuition fees refunded to me by the previous principal. I have kept these money in my bag for so many years and I don’t think so. Dangerous, I don't know why, but when I return to this "home", I feel a little unsafe.

Thinking about it, I took the money and went to Zhang Yan's residence.

Zhang Yan is still working in that restaurant now, because she is doing a good job, she is now considered the foreman, I guess, she should be resting today.

When I arrived at Zhang Yan's house, she was just at home in her pajamas, and she was a little surprised to see me here.

"Sister Yan, can I put my money with you?" As soon as I entered the house, I took out the 3 yuan from my backpack.

Looking at the money, Zhang Yan tilted her head and stared at me in puzzlement. She still gave people the impression of aloofness, which had not changed over the years.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yan habitually took a pack of cigarettes from the bedside, took out one from it, lit it, and took a puff of cloud.

"Sister Yan, I, I found my real mother..." I looked at Zhang Yan and said.

"Good thing!" Zhang Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a large pajamas, crossing her legs, holding a cigarette between her slender fingers, and looking up at me slightly, "Then you can give this money to your mother, take it from me. What are you doing here, I am not a banker!"

I bit my lip subconsciously, and then said to Zhang Yan, Sister Yan, let me tell you a story.

"Don't tell stories, just talk about yourself." Zhang Yan actually hated telling her own things as so-called stories. I nodded and told her from the beginning to the end.

When I lived in a dormitory, they only knew that I was trafficked. As for the details, they didn't know.

So when I told me that I was sold to traffickers by my own mother, Zhang Yan was surprised for a moment.

Then I talked about how I felt after seeing my own mother today, and how I felt when I met Zhao Jianping. I said that I saved all the money with all my life, and I didn't seem to be great enough to hand it over to others.

"Isn't that your own mother?" Zhang Yan laughed when she heard what I said, "Are you reluctant to give her flowers?"

"I think my mother's feelings for me are not as deep as your feelings for me." I smiled helplessly, "That kid Zhao Jianping didn't learn well at first glance, and he probably came back to cheat her money if he had nothing to do. I have never doubted her son, so I give as much as I want, regardless of whether I have the ability. So I think, it will be difficult for them to find out that I have some money in my hand. "

As I said that, I patted the three stacks of money, "Sister Yan, you can keep it for me first, and I'll ask you after I use it."

Zhang Yan took another puff of cigarette and asked me with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I'll spend it on you?"

I looked at Zhang Yan's smiling face, thought for a while and said, "Sister Yan, I always feel that I owe you, so if you spend the money, I might feel at ease. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't ..."

"That's enough! Don't talk about it..." Zhang Yan slammed the cigarette in the ashtray, and said softly: "It's all in the past, why mention it!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yan stood up, unabashedly took off her pajamas in front of me, changed into a clean T-shirt and a pair of jeans, then put my money back into my bag and said: " Let's go, let's go to the bank and save it."

"I don't have an ID..."

"I have! Then you can enter the password."

After talking, Zhang Yang dragged me to the bank.

When I came back from the bank, Zhang Yan drove me home directly, saying that your younger brother doesn’t have a key, you have to go back as soon as your sister, anyway, they are your only relatives, if you can get along well, try to get along well Bar.

When I went back, I saw Zhao Jianping standing at the gate with an unhappy expression on his face. When he saw me coming back, he asked me angrily, "Do you have the key?"

"Yes." I replied lightly, and then opened the door for him.

Zhao Jianping entered the room first, then went back to his room without saying anything, and then closed his door with a "bang".

Looking at the tightly closed door, he sat on a chair beside him, found a book from the library in his luggage, and read it. He came out after a while, and said to me: " I'm hungry."

I looked at him and replied lightly: "I don't know how to cook."

In fact, it's not that I don't know how. When I was in the He family, I cooked almost every meal, but I didn't want to do it when I faced such a face.

"Then do you have money?" Zhao Jianping asked me again.

"No." I replied.

"Tsk! I don't have any money, and I don't know how to cook, so why do you come to my house! Eat, drink and live for nothing! Let my mother raise you for nothing!" Zhao Jianping looked at me with disgust, and pulled his neck , squinted at me and growled.

(End of this chapter)