Reborn to be a richest man in life

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Home, or that home, small but warm.

About 50 square meters are divided into two rooms and one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen. They are very compact and narrow. They are just simple functional differentiation, which is not comfortable.

Gao Mu also has a sister, Gao Lu, who is three years younger than him. She is in junior high school. A family of four live in this house, which is neither good nor bad.

However, at this time, commercial housing in the small county is still scarce. This house is also the welfare house of his father's unit, with only the right of residence and no ownership.

"Mom, I'm back."

This mother shouted, Gao Mu's tears were half hidden, and his voice was choked.

"Xiao Mu is back."

Zeng Shufang came out of the room with a sweater in one hand and a big needle and thread in the other: "isn't today the sports meeting? Why did you come back so early?"

"Hey, bad luck. I sprained my foot during the game."

Gao Mu said, staring straight at Zeng Shufang's face, unwilling to leave.

He was afraid that all these were illusory dreams. He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, everything in front of him would be broken, separated and finally disappear like a mirror.

"Sprained his foot. Sit down quickly. Let me see if it's serious?"

Zeng Shufang's mother is in her forties this year, but the traces of years have climbed up her cheeks early. When she heard that Gao Mu hurt her feet, the wrinkles on her forehead are very obvious.

"I'm fine. Sit down, too."

Gao Mu grabbed Zeng Shufang's arm with his backhand and took her. They sat down together.

The dream didn't wake up. Holding Zeng Shufang's hand is still true. It's still there.

With his head slightly sideways, he resisted the moist tears in his eyes. He didn't dare to bow his head for fear that the tears would fall.

"What am I sitting on? Are your feet tight?"

Zeng Shufang was confused by Gao mu.

"Mom, don't worry about it. My brother must have no problem with his feet. He has been used to sprain since childhood. If it's serious, can he go home by himself?"

Behind the door of the other bedroom, a beautiful little head with a horsetail poked out, looked at Gao Mu's feet and said.

"Xiao Lu..."

Gao Mu looked at this familiar and strange, young sister with mixed feelings. His eyes were red and his tears could no longer be controlled.

"Oh, what's the matter? Why are you crying?"

Zeng Shufang was surprised to see Gao Mu crying.

She doesn't remember how old Gao Mu was when he cried in front of her last time. She couldn't believe it when she watched her son in senior three cry.

"Brother, what do you mean, how can you see me crying?" Gao Lu walked out of the room, innocent raised his hands and looked at Gao mu in surprise: "how old are you, still crying, ashamed or not!"

"Go, which eye of yours saw me cry." Gao Mu hurriedly covered his face with two big hands, wiped the tears off his face, and gave a bright smile at noon: "I accidentally hit my foot just now. It hurts too much, okay?"

"Come on, let me see."

Zeng Shufang squatted down quickly, took off Gao Mu's shoes and socks, ignored the "fragrance" of Hong Kong feet, and observed it carefully.

One hand holds Gao Mu's foot, and the other hand gently presses it on his ankle. It is familiar to handle it, which also proves that Gao Mu has rich experience in spraining his foot.

"Does it hurt? Or here?"

Gao Mu took two breaths of air-conditioning. If he didn't press it, it hurt half to death.

"I know I have the habit of spraining my feet. I deserve to be so careless." Zeng Shufang is a typical knife mouth tofu heart: "I'll get safflower oil and wipe it for you."

"Hey, hey..."

Gao Mu smiled foolishly. She was scolded by Zeng Shufang. She had no treatment for many years. She had a different taste in her heart.

"Brother, aren't you stupid? You're so happy to be scolded by your mother." Gao Lu stepped forward and touched Gao Mu's forehead: "no fever!"

"What eyes? You're giggling. I'm obviously happy. I'm so happy to see you. This is a sincere smile from my heart."

Gao Mu let Gao Lu make trouble on his forehead. He really smiled happily.

"Cut, I was annoyed yesterday. I said I didn't want to see me again, and today it became happy." Gao Lu said, "Xiaolin is right. A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost, and the ghost will believe you."

Gao Mu's eyes lit up and said with a bright smile, "how many men have cheated her before she has such feelings?"

"Hum, I won't talk to you."

Seeing Zeng Shufang coming with safflower oil, Gao Lu hopped back to her room.

Safflower oil has a good effect on the treatment of traumatic injury. It is a royal special medicine for Gao Mu's sprain.

Under Zeng Shufang's one rub, two rubs and three slaps, Gao mu, who has rich injury experience, insisted that the symptoms were relieved a lot.

"Well, sit here and don't move. I'll wipe it for you again in the evening."

Zeng Shufang stood up, picked up the sweater that had been put aside and continued her sewing.

"Mom, thank you."

Gao Mu suddenly stood up and gave Zeng Shufang a big hug.

"What's the matter with you today?"

Zeng Shufang looked at Gao mu in tears and laughter. She always felt that Gao Mu was wrong today. It was strange.

"Nothing, just miss you." Gao Mu smiled and pointed to the clothes in his hand: "are you processing with supplied materials again?"

In this era, family processing with supplied materials has just sprung up in their small county. It is mainly to embroider patterns and signs on some clothes.

Zeng Shufang glanced at Gao Mu suspiciously: "I don't do this. What can I do to supplement my family. These have just arrived in the morning. If I hadn't gone earlier, I wouldn't have got one."

Because the factory closed down, Gao Mu's mother was laid off in three years. Now, in addition to taking care of their family's daily life, she is doing some scattered work to earn some change to support the family.

Because she can use a sewing machine, the processing of sewing and embroidering icons is her main work.

"If you can't grab it, you don't have to do it. You can have a good rest." Gao Mu said dismissively.

Now that he has come again, it is impossible for him to let his mother continue to suffer.

"It's easy for you to say. I'm resting. What do you eat? You're about to take the college entrance examination, and Xiao Lu is about to take the high school entrance examination. Can you afford it with your father's dead salary?"

Zeng Shufang shook her head and said Gao Mu's pass. She picked up the needle and dropped the thread through it. She was very skilled.