Song Shengsheng was very surprised when she heard him say that he had no money, because she remembered very clearly that she had left him a considerable sum of money.
At least it’s enough for ordinary people to spend a long time.
So much so that when she gave it away, she felt a little reluctant.
"You said you have no money???"
Song Shengsheng confirmed again in disbelief, "Have you spent it all?"
Shen Zai said, "Yes, mother."
Song Shengsheng really didn't know how he spent his money. She took a deep breath and asked, "Where are you now? I'll come to find you."
He was near the rented house.
When Song Shengsheng walked over, he was still calm and not panicked at all. He stood lazily in front of the door with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his reflection at his feet with boredom.
Song Shengsheng walked over and he raised his face.
Seeing that his mother came alone today, the boy smiled. His mood was as bright as the weather. He said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Song Shengsheng scanned his entire body, leaving him unharmed.
And I noticed that the clothes he was wearing were very new. It was obvious that he had just bought them and the material was of excellent quality.
The boy was wearing a simple white shirt, and he looked clean and refreshing like a fresh spring rain.
Song Shengsheng already knew where he spent his money.
Although he didn't say it, it was obvious that he couldn't endure hardship.
"Mom, I don't know how I spent so much money. There were some things I had to buy. I had no choice. Before I knew it, I was out of money."
"I had no choice but to call you."
Of course he spent all the money on purpose.
Otherwise how could there be an excuse.
He was also very keen to see care for him in his mother's eyes, and anything was fine as long as there was emotion.
As long as I don't face him with a stagnant attitude like before, it will be fine.
Hating him and disliking him is better than completely ignoring him and turning your head away without even looking at him.
Song Shengsheng slowed down her tone and waited until she calmed down before she said, "What else do you need? I'll take you to buy it."
In short, you can't just give him money casually.
You spend as much as you give.
She is not that rich! She cannot afford to support a rich young man.
The young man thought about it carefully and said, "Yes, there are many more."
Song Shengsheng really didn't know if he, a man, was so particular about living outside? Didn't he know that this was the 1980s in China?
This is not a prosperous port city!
There are no such good conditions offered to him.
Moreover, he is such an old man, but he doesn't know how to save money at all.
However, although Song Shengsheng had many puzzles, she was able to hold it in and not get angry at the children.
She just frowned and said unhappily, "My money didn't come from the wind. Don't be so picky."
She earned all her money through hard work.
The boy smiled and said obediently: "Okay, mother."
When he arrived at the state-owned shopping mall, the boy didn't choose many things, and he was indeed not very picky.
No matter what you buy him, he says yes.
The price and whether it is imported or not are not important.
It looks like a relatively cheap gadget, but it is acceptable.
After buying clothes, when Song Shengsheng led him back, the boy who was originally like a tail trailing behind her suddenly stopped.
The young man's slender figure stopped in front of the glass window. There were many promotional photos on the glass door of the photo studio.
It’s nothing more than photos of relatives or lovers.
Song Shengsheng hadn't heard from him for a long time. Just as she was about to turn around to take a look, she suddenly heard a fluent and steady voice coming from behind her.
"Mom."
Song Shengsheng frowned: "What's wrong?"
The boy paused for a few seconds and spoke slowly: "Photo, I want it."
He spoke slowly but clearly, and it was difficult for Song Shengsheng to pretend not to hear him. She turned her head and saw the boy's dark, clear eyes staring straight at her. She had the illusion that her heart was also hooked.
The words of refusal came to my lips, but I couldn't bear to do it.
The boy asked her in a soliciting manner: "Is it okay?"
I looked at her eagerly, unable to bear to let her down.
Song Shengsheng didn't know what to say. She liked taking photos. She and Fu Cheng had taken wedding photos several times. She also took photos a lot after entering college. She was always very satisfied with the photos that were developed.
It looks good no matter how you shoot it.
Song Shengsheng walked forward, and the person behind her did not move either, standing there firmly like a pillar, as if he could wait for her to turn back.
Very stubborn.
Very stubborn.
It was as if he wouldn't leave unless this photo was taken.
The owner of the photo studio also wanted to attract business. When he saw the two people stuck in a stalemate outside the door, he hurried out, looked at Song Shengsheng, then at the young man. Seeing that the two had similar eyebrows and eyes, he also guessed that they were siblings.
Family members are most likely to get upset.
Especially children of this age, who are rebellious by nature, must take pictures.
The boss came out with a smile and said, "My dear friends, our photo studio is having an event to give away extra film today. Would you like to come and take some photos?"
He then said, "I see you two are both good-looking. It would be a shame if we didn't take a few more photos to commemorate you."
To work in this industry, you must be good at talking, at least you have to make the customer feel comfortable. The boss then tried hard to take advantage of this opportunity to win over the customer: "This person should take photos while he is still young and beautiful. When he is old, he can show the photos to the younger generation. When we were young, we were all beautiful."
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As he spoke, the boss grabbed the boy's arm and tried to drag him in.
"Why don't you just stand outside and come in and take a look? We have taken photos of many people. My grandfather even took photos of famous stars during the Republic of China!"
Talking about this incident, the boss still feels proud of it.
It was only in recent years that the situation gradually improved. In the past, he would not even dare to mention it, for fear of being labeled as having bad elements.
"You are still young, so you should take more photos to commemorate the moment so that you won't regret it in the future."
"I'm really not doing this for business, I'm really just doing this for you guys."
Shen Zai was not so willful as to follow the owner of the photo studio in, put her on the fire and force her to come in.
He wanted her to do it willingly and sincerely.
It’s not like he hasn’t taken photos with his mother before.
There are even many.
It’s just that the people in the photos always look cold and expressionless, and it’s hard to tell whether they are happy or not. Their eyes are a little empty, as if they are looking at the camera but not really looking at it.
When I was a child, every time I met or took photos with my mother, I had to get my father's permission.
Every time he was able to see his mother, he was actually very happy. He had many things he wanted to say to her and endless things to tell her.
When he was seven or eight years old, he only knew English, and his Chinese knowledge was limited to a few vocabularies, which was very poor.
A mixture of Chinese and English words came out awkwardly.
His mother didn't like what he said and always ignored him.
So he tried his best to communicate with her in the language she liked, and carefully observed her every expression, not wanting to be disliked.
"Today, I didn't quarrel with my classmates."
This was a very good behavior, at least that’s what the teacher said at the time.
The teacher also said that parents prefer children who are sensible and obedient, and like children who perform well in kindergarten.
Therefore, he has always been the top student in his grade in the international school, with excellent grades. He also does well in extracurricular tutoring classes such as horse riding, Go, piano, etc.
Every teacher would praise him for being smart and polite and being a likable student.
But only his mother still doesn't like him very much.
He tried his best to talk to her as much as possible, and he kept talking about the classmates he liked and disliked in school. He talked about how his female classmate's braids swung back and forth and often brushed against his face, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
He was unable to express these trivial matters fluently in Chinese.
I could only tell her in a sporadic manner, speaking for a while and stopping for a while.
After expressing his slight dissatisfaction with his female classmate, he continued to talk about other trivial matters.
For example, a new teacher was fired from the school because of falsified academic qualifications.
For example, the boy sitting behind him liked the fat girl sitting next to him, because this boy always wanted to pull the girl's braid, which annoyed his girl.
Boys don't know what's annoying about themselves.
I felt so wronged that after failing to appease her with snacks, I became so angry that I swore that I would never talk to her again.
Unless she takes the initiative to apologize to herself.
He tried to make his descriptions as interesting and vivid as possible, but his mother still couldn't even smile. After he babbled for a long time, he finally got a reply: "I'm sleepy."
So he didn't dare to say any more.
But the expectation in his eyes was replaced by something else.
From hoping that his mother would say a few more words to him, he began to want to snuggle up to her and sleep in her arms.
He opened his mouth and asked slowly and cautiously, "Zai Zai, can you sleep with me, Mom?"
It will only take a while.
My mother needs a nap every day, just like Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, who never gets enough sleep.
When he was younger, he would long to go upstairs to his mother's bedroom and say hello to her.
His father never let him go up, only telling him that his mother was not in good health.
My mother is a very frail and sickly beauty.
He is always sick and his face always looks pale and bloodless.
He listened carefully to what his father said.
Even though he was disappointed, he could only nod and wait for the next time they met.
At that time, there was actually no difference between him and Fu Luochi. Fu Luochi could only come once a month.
He didn't go into that bedroom very often every month.
Twice, or three times.
Father is always available.
In this family, the father is the one who has had the mother the longest.
Even if it was Fu Luochi, the person he hated and envied the most, who was a few years older than him and was most loved by his mother, he was not allowed to do so.
He didn't get an answer from his mother, so he asked again in a low voice: "Can I?"
The mother just looked at him, was silent for a few seconds, and repeated: "I'm sleepy."
It means he can go out.
Instead of sleeping with him.
He felt wronged, sad, and very upset.
Because the mother was not so cold to her other child, although she didn't say much, but -
She looks at him with gentle eyes and talks a little more than him.
He seldom had such opportunities, and the few times he had, he did it secretly, after his mother had fallen asleep and after the housekeeper had let him into his mother's room without blinking an eye.
He took off his slippers, climbed onto the bed quietly, and lay in the arms of his sleeping mother, as if he had secretly eaten a piece of very sweet candy.
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Although he was not sleepy, he closed his eyes obediently.
After a while, he opened his eyes again, and then carefully placed her hand on his body, as if it was his mother who took the initiative to hold him to sleep, instead of him curled up alone in her arms.
At that time, he was still unwilling, and expressed his wish in a low and somewhat pitiful voice: "But, I really want to sleep with, Mom."
Such a pitiful-sounding sentence did not move her.
She turned her face away, as if she didn't want to answer.
Unwilling to fulfill his little wish.
After a while, she simply pushed his hand away silently, then lay quietly on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, hiding herself very well, and turned around silently, with her back to him, as if she didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore.
Maybe he didn't want to see him.
Every year when taking photos, the photographer asked his mother to hug him, but she was reluctant. When asked to smile at the camera, she had no expression.
I never smile, let alone smile at the camera.
She expresses her likes and dislikes clearly, and won't pretend at all when it comes to people she dislikes.
There won't even be a forced smile.
In Shen Zai's photo album, there is not a single photo of her smiling. She always looks like she doesn't care much.
It was as if the soul had been sucked away, leaving only wet tears in his empty eyes.
Only in those pictures captured inadvertently can one catch a glimpse of her faint smile.
In fact, at this moment.
Shen Zai just wanted his mother to remember him and wanted to leave some trace of his existence.
I don't want to make it seem like I've never been here.
He knew very well that this child, who was born out of compulsion, would never exist again in his lifetime.
She no longer had to deal with her most hated child.
No longer having to go through a torturous experience, she is free, happy and joyful.
Being spoiled, he is very self-centered.
Do whatever you want to do and say whatever you want to say.
Back to the present moment, in front of the photo studio.
The boy asked softly:
"You don't want to?"
His voice was low, but his expression did not change.
Song Shengsheng met his eyes, and her heart suddenly hurt. After she came to her senses, she softened inexplicably and compromised: "Okay."
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