Chapter 187
I don’t know if Jingui listened to what he said, but tears welled up in her eyes.
Mr. Zhong was responsible for sending the mother and daughter to their new residence. Before leaving, Zhong Qiao and Mrs. Zhong also sent some home-cooked dishes, such as radishes, cabbages and even meat.
Jin Gui didn't want it at first. After all, she had already troubled Sister Zhong Qiao enough. However, Zhong Qiao said that Xiao Mantou was growing up. After a moment of hesitation, Jin Gui agreed with a blushing face.
After sending Jingui onto the tricycle, Zhong Qiao pinched Xiao Mantou's nose and said, "You are a big kid now. Remember to take good care of your mother."
Little Mantou nodded seriously: "Aunt Qiao, I understand."
Zhong Qiao was just teasing him and didn't take it seriously, but seeing his childish look, she was still touched by his cuteness and stuffed another handful of candy into his pocket.
The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance, and Zhong Qiao stood at the door without saying a word.
Mother Zhong came over and smiled softly: "Thinking about something again?"
"Every time I see you in a daze, you're thinking about something. What are you thinking about this time?"
No one knows a girl better than her mother. Zhong Qiao and she smiled at each other.
"It suddenly occurred to me that some of Jingui's experiences are quite similar to mine."
When talking about the past, Zhong Qiao's heart, which had been broken, no longer ached dully, but was calm.
"Life is tough, especially for widows and orphans. Helping her is like helping my former self."
Mother Zhong was shocked.
She sighed, "Sometimes I always feel that you think too much, much more complexly and long-term than ordinary people. This is your talent, but it also makes your father and I very worried."
Worrying about being too smart and too empathetic can lead to depression.
Zhong Qiao said, "Why worry? I'm starting to make more money now, and everything is on track. I should be happy."
Whether it was divorce, restarting her studies, doing business, or leading her family to separate, she never regretted any choice, because she had already foreseen the ending of her previous life. In this life, she lived very comfortably and also helped Jingui who had the same experience as her.
She should be happy.
On the other hand, Jingui settled down with hope for the future and finally arrived at the entrance of an alley. It was very quiet, but there were still children laughing and playing.
Seeing someone coming, the children were not shy at all and instead chased the car. It was the first time for little Mantou to see children of his age outside the village, and he couldn't help but pull Jingui's sleeve.
Jingui saw what he meant: "Do you want to play with them?"
Little Mantou nodded. He had already seen several children waving at him. They were obviously very interested in him.
"Go ahead." It was rare to see Little Mantou so happy, and Jingui was also happy from the bottom of her heart. "Mom will call you back for dinner after I finish cleaning up. Remember not to run too far."
Little Mantou said hello, ran quickly towards the group of children, and shared the candies in his pocket with them.
As Mr. Zhong drove forward, he smiled and said, "Little boys are naughty. They're just like my son Siqi when he was little. He loved playing with his peers every day."
Jingui smiled and said, "Yes, but it's better now. He will have a companion in the future, and I don't have to worry about him anymore."
The two finally arrived at their new address.
Seeing that she was a woman, Mr. Zhong insisted on helping to move the luggage down. Jin Gui thanked him repeatedly. After they had been moving for a while, Mr. Fang came in.
Jin Gui saw that he was as familiar with the place as if it were her own home. Recognizing him as the bookstore owner that Zhong Qiao had mentioned, she immediately smiled and even greeted him in a somewhat flattering manner, "Uncle Fang."
Old Man Fang raised his eyebrows and said, "That little girl Zhong Qiao taught you this again, right? Just call me Uncle Fang. Calling me uncle makes me sound old."
Jingui had heard that he was a difficult person to get along with, but she didn't expect that when they met today, he would turn out to be a very interesting old man.
She is quite similar to her stubborn parents-in-law.
She immediately changed her tune: "Okay, Uncle Fang."
Father Zhong couldn't sit still any longer: "Uncle Fang, you are so shameless. At your age, what's wrong with others calling you uncle?"
Uncle Fang got annoyed the moment he saw him: "Why are you everywhere? It's terrible to be uneducated. Talking to people like you is a complete waste of my life and my breath!"
The two people have always been at loggerheads, but today because Jin Gui was there, they finally restrained themselves. They just glared at each other, turned their backs and ignored each other.
"Are these your things at the door?" Uncle Fang glanced at the door. There were too few things. He was an orphan and a widow, but his total assets were not as much as a little old man like him.
Jingui's face was bitter: "A lot of the large furniture can't be taken away, so this is the only way."
Those furniture were still filled with memories of her and her husband. Jin Gui was reluctant to part with them, but she had already fallen out with the Cheng family and could no longer stay in Dahe Village, so she had to give them up with great reluctance.
Uncle Fang had heard about the orphans and widows, so he nodded and said, "If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. Let's leave those things in Dahe Village. We'll live better and better in the future."
As he spoke, he began to pack the luggage with Jingui. The three of them worked together, and time passed quickly as two of them quarreled from time to time.
In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.
Mr. Zhong left on the pretext of going home for dinner. Just as Jin Gui was preparing to cook, Uncle Fang brought in a chopping board from outside the door and put it on the table, which held just enough space for three bowls of noodles.
A bowl of duck leg noodles and two bowls of pork chop noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onions, look very tempting.
Uncle Fang said with a straight face: "Alright, ask your guy to come in for dinner. He's making so much noise that it hurts my ears."
Jingui was a little apprehensive: "Uncle Fang, how can this be possible? You've let us stay here for two or three months for free, how can you still have the nerve to eat and drink your food?"
Uncle Fang was most annoyed by this kind of polite talk: "It's just two bowls of noodles, don't make it sound like they're as precious as gold. If you two faint from hunger, that little girl Zhong Qiao will start nagging me again. I'm old and can't stand it."
"Alright, alright, come on, call your little boy in."
Jingui didn't know what to say, so she went to call Xiao Mantou to eat.
Little Mantou ran until he was sweating. He said goodbye to his friends with sparkling eyes. He held Jingui's hand and said, "Mom, I like it here. All the friends here like me very much."
Jingui smiled and said, "Then come and play with them tomorrow."
Little Mantou nodded vigorously, this was exactly what he wanted to say.
After entering the room, Xiao Mantou was surprised to see the large plate of noodles on the table. Jingui was afraid that his sweat would upset Uncle Fang, so she used a towel to wipe his sweat and explained how the noodles came from.
Little Mantou was not afraid of Uncle Fang at all. After saying thank you, he started to eat heartily. After eating and drinking his fill, he took the initiative to ask Uncle Fang about some lessons. The two of them got along quite well.
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