"Sister, ride your bike slowly and be careful," Xiao Wang said, waving his hand.
He was captivated by the woman's energetic and spirited demeanor as she rode away on her bike.
Mr. Li walked over and asked, "Is this girl your older sister?"
"Of course not." Xiao Wang got into the car too. "I'm going to sell ice cream somewhere else. There's still so much left in the box. If I don't sell it soon, it'll all melt."
"That's true. I'll go take a look around too. Luckily, I didn't stock up on that many ice creams today. I'll go home after I sell these." After saying that, Mr. Li got on his bike and rode away.
In the blink of an eye, the school gate returned to its usual tranquility.
Lu Zhixia rode her bicycle to the elementary school gate. She checked her watch and saw that class would start in about ten minutes. She decided to try her luck.
Now that I think about it, the reason why Song Yaozu didn't ride his bike home for lunch is that he went to Chen Jianing's house after school at noon. The father and son were in cahoots to lie to her!
Students gradually walked from both sides of the road to enter the school for classes; these were all students who lived nearby.
Soon a familiar figure caught her attention.
Song Yaozu waved to the group of young men and then walked over.
Lu Zhixia decisively moved to the other side of the gate to wait for an opportunity.
Soon after, Song Yaozu entered the school gate, grabbed his collar, and slammed him against the wall.
"...You...why are you here?" Song Yaozu was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly.
Lu Zhixia looked Song Yaozu up and down, and indeed there was nothing in common between them.
He pulled out a prepared syringe from his pocket and said, "Stand still, I need to have my blood drawn."
Upon hearing this, Song Yaozu immediately shook his head in denial, as he was most afraid of blood draws and injections.
Seeing someone else enter the school gate, Lu Zhixia, to be on the safe side, could only say,
"I'll give you two meat buns when you're done!"
"Really?" Song Yaozu loves to eat meat, and he hasn't had any for the past few days, so he's been craving it.
"Would I lie to you?" Lu Zhixia turned back to her bicycle, took out the remaining two meat buns from the box, and waved them in front of him.
"See the big steamed bun?"
"You really gave me a steamed bun for the blood test!" Song Yaozu looked down on his mother from the bottom of his heart, but the steamed bun was real.
It was just a blood draw; it was no big deal for him.
"Why don't you want steamed buns? Hurry up and get them!"
Song Yaozu had no choice but to roll up his sleeves in order to eat steamed buns.
"Go ahead and smoke!"
Lu Zhixia knew that if she forced a blood draw, it would inevitably attract everyone's attention, and she might not be able to get the blood drawn at all. So she turned around, put the steamed bun back, and then came back again.
This is the best outcome; she wants to know her blood type immediately.
So they located the vein, inserted the needle, and drew blood.
It was quickly filled up and then pulled out, giving him a cotton ball soaked in iodine.
Song Yaozu skillfully pressed on the wound. He was often sick as a child, and because his blood vessels were small, the doctor could never find the wound.
Later, his mother made sure his blood didn't hurt at all when she drew his blood, and she would even sing him nursery rhymes.
He loved his mother very much when he was little.
Looking at the person in front of me, and thinking about how the food I'd been eating lately hadn't suited my taste, I began to speak.
“You can go back if you kneel down at the door and apologize to your father! Your father will continue to support you, and I mean it sincerely. I can forgive you for hitting me before, but you have to apologize to me.”
Lu Zhixia turned around and walked forward step by step. "Do you know very well about your father's affair?"
Song Yaozu knew that his mother already knew everything, and nodded slightly, because he did indeed know.
Adults always think that children don't understand anything, but they're not stupid. If they don't understand in a day, how long will it take for them to not understand?
"Have you ever thought about telling me?" Lu Zhixia looked at him and asked again.
Song Yaozu smiled dismissively, "Actually, I don't think this is a big deal. In ancient times, men all had three wives and four concubines. You can't make any money anyway."
"If it weren't for your father supporting you, you would have to work as a street sweeper. That's what your grandmother said!"
"Song Yaozu! I clean the house and take care of you by cooking three meals a day. Have you paid me for all of this?"
"When you were sick, I stayed by your side day and night, did you ever give me any money?"
“Your dad’s monthly salary is only about 80 yuan. Sometimes the factory even withholds his wages. This money is spent not only on you but also on your aunt. She gets 10 yuan of pocket money every month.”
"Your grandma needs to take Chinese medicine. One dose costs about ten yuan, and she needs to take two doses every month!"
"And you have an extreme fondness for meat, have you considered all of that?"
“All the money your dad gave me ended up being spent on you guys. I haven’t even worn a new piece of clothing all these years.”
"Have you thought about any of these things for me? If it's just about feeding me, is that what you call supporting me?"
"I've done so much for you, how much salary should I get?"
"It's no exaggeration to say that if I went to work as a nanny in someone else's house and did all this work, I should be paid at least 30 yuan, plus they should provide me with three meals a day!"
Lu Zhixia's words struck Song Yaozu's heart. He looked at the woman in front of him, who was still wearing the same clothes as before, and whose determined gaze shone brightly.
"I have no idea……"
"Song Yaozu! You will get married in the future, and then you will understand what I mean. The so-called marriage is not about whether you earn money outside, but about sharing the responsibilities of life together!"
Lu Zhixia went back to the bicycle, took out the two steamed buns from inside, and then put them into his hand.
These two steamed buns are the last ones I'm giving you. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other!
Song Yaozu looked down at the steamed bun in his hand, then at his mother riding her bicycle. He suddenly felt that he had lost something very important, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Lu Zhixia pedaled hard towards the hospital, her heart pounding. She felt the truth was not far off.
His mother's words just now were still echoing in Song Yaozu's ears, as if it wasn't a big deal that women didn't earn money.
Was what I said really wrong?
Suddenly, the steamed bun in his hand was snatched away. He saw it was Big Zhuang, a young gangster he usually hung out with. He immediately opened the bag and started eating the bun.
They ate it in big bites and finished it quickly.
"Give me back my steamed bun!" Song Yaozu said, mustering his courage.
"Give you back my ass! You have steamed buns but you didn't even call us to eat them. Besides, do you even deserve to eat such delicious steamed buns?"
"That's my steamed bun."
"What's yours? Your fists are yours!"
Da Zhuang threw a punch and successfully knocked the little brat to the ground.
Song Yaozu's head hit the ground instantly, and blood immediately started flowing from his head. He then became completely dazed.
When Da Zhuang realized he had gotten himself into serious trouble, he turned tail and ran, with no intention of helping anyone.
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