That day, Daya deliberately didn't cook dinner.
Zhao Weijun was furious. The moonlight from the window was like an ice knife, cutting open her swollen eyelids.
Daya saw her mother who had been abused for years, but she cried for the abuser: "He is your father after all! Hurry up and get up and roll some noodles."
Then she was trapped in the kitchen on that moonlit night, and even her breath smelled of rotten wood.
She was 15 years old that year.
"It's not that no one in the family quarters in front of us spoke up for us, but my mother went to the chief to make trouble, saying that it didn't happen at all. When she saw that the chief didn't agree, she pretended to unbutton her clothes and shouted that she was a hooligan. Everyone was scared, and no one dared to mess with her for a long time."
When talking about the ridiculous things her mother had done, Daya looked embarrassed.
Adults and children in the staff compound all looked down on the Zhao family.
But Zhao Weijun and Zhang Yun were so angry that they thought other people were afraid of them, and they got all kinds of good things by scamming people, and they were very proud of it.
"Aunt Jiang, I won't implicate you and you don't have to bother me. If my parents find out, they will definitely not let me off." Daya wiped away her tears.
Afraid that Jiang Ningning would be annoyed by her crying, she pursed her lips, looked up, and smiled at her obediently.
Jiang Ningning didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when she saw the eyes in front of her that looked like those of Manman and Xia Xia, her heart suddenly tightened.
The umbilical cord of the original family is much longer than Daya imagined.
Only when she resists again and again, will a crack appear in the cage of her original family, and finally the bloody freedom will roar into her throat.
Jiang Ningning exhaled slowly, "Daya, I'll give you one chance. It depends on whether you can hold on to your life."
The eyes opposite, whose sockets were deeply sunken due to hunger, were now emitting a star-like light.
Plop!
Daya knelt on the bed.
Even though I knew that Jiang Ningning was so gentle and warm-hearted to everyone, after enjoying this gentleness, I was still very grateful to her.
Any words would seem pale, she would kowtow to her benefactor!
Just as his forehead was about to touch my face, a warm hand pulled him up.
Beside my ears, there is an extremely stern voice, like lightning splitting the darkness: "Stand up! The Chairman said, "The Chinese people have stood up from now on." Are your kneecaps made of cotton?"
Daya straightened her knees fiercely.
She really could never control her pace of chasing Jiang Ningning. Even though she knew clearly that they were not from the same world, she still wanted to try her best to catch up.
Because Jiang Ningning is very much like the image of the mother she often fantasizes about, gentle, kind, upright and brave.
Bang bang bang!
There was sudden and intense applause all around.
Jiang Ningning: “…”
I had a bad feeling in my heart, and when I turned around, I saw a lot of people gathered at the staircase. The middle-aged women who were prone to crying raised their handkerchiefs, their eyes red with emotion.
"Secretary Jiang said it very well."
"I know that child. She has been helping out in the hospital these past few days, taking care of the seriously injured patients who have no family members, and helping the doctors and nurses carry the medicine boxes. I was wondering why she didn't go home, but I didn't expect that she was sent here by her parents."
"I didn't expect Secretary Jiang to be so pretty and kind-hearted."
…
Jiang Ningning:!
Trust her.
This time she really didn't like tea at all.
Originally I was planning to do a good deed in obscurity, but as things turned out, I was suddenly placed on a pedestal and had to be careful.
"Women's liberation is the natural measure of universal liberation! Our Propaganda Department has a long way to go. One day, girls' names will no longer be Zhao Wang and Zhao Zhang after men, but Wang XX and Li XX engraved on the medal monument."
Oh no! !
After saying this, Jiang Ningning was shocked by the quotations she had just recited.
The fragrance of this tea is simply dazzling red.
Could it be that God has given me some golden finger of "red constitution"?
What's more, this group of simple-minded 1980s spectators were filled with a huge wave of emotion.
Like sparks flying into a haystack, the squatting women, young and old, stood up one after another.
Head nurse Li Chun'e pulled open her collar, revealing a dark red scar crawling across her collarbone like a centipede. "When I was twelve, my father wanted to marry me to a tuberculosis patient, but I put a pair of scissors against my neck to save him. I don't believe in fate, and I don't accept it."
"I almost died because of foot binding back then." Liu Xiufang took off her shoes while holding her grandson and showed off her two "three-inch golden lotus" in public.
"But the money I made was given to the Red Army brother!"
There are also Ma Siniu and Zhang Chunhua...
At this moment, all women have their own names. Even names like Erya and Xiaoniu that are not really names represent that they are independent individuals, not dependent on their fathers or husbands.
But in the corner, an inappropriate female voice sounded: "Even if we say it to the sky, in the face of a disaster, what can we women do? We still have to rely on men to carry the sandbags!"
All sounds fell silent instantly.
The newly lit spark poured a basin of stagnant water from a century-old well in the blink of an eye.
Lian Daya's fingernails dug deep into her palms.
One pair of eyes fell back on Jiang Ningning, with expectation, dissatisfaction, and that incomparable firmness - trust!
“…”
Jiang Ningning's face was expressionless.
Wait, she doesn’t want to show off, she just wants to write articles, do interviews, and accompany her two kids!
Who can speak for her?
...It’s true!
"Secretary Jiang, you are from the grassroots, so you must be very experienced. I would like to ask you to assist the Women's Federation and participate in the post-disaster rescue work, okay?"
A middle-aged woman in a Mao suit strode over from the crowd and shook her hand enthusiastically.
"Sister Wen?" Jiang Ningning was dumbfounded.
Ji refused with a straight face: "How can this be? I work in the Propaganda Department. How can I interfere with the work of the Women's Federation? This is against the rules."
Having said that, she felt a little nervous in her heart.
Finished!
Sister Wen is extremely confident in herself.
"Your biggest shortcoming is that you're too modest," Wen Xiuying patted the back of her hand gently, with a touched expression of "I understand" on her face.
"I will report this matter to my superiors. It will definitely not cause me any trouble. Just go ahead and do it boldly."
ah! Sister Ningning is as considerate and understanding as ever.
Jiang Ningning: “…”
Is this filter heavier than a city wall?
How horrible.
She didn't want to answer, she lowered her head in despair and remained silent.
Wen Xiuying took her hand and said to the crowd, "The Women's Federation is currently in need of a group of volunteers to do logistical support work. That is, to weave sacks and fill them with sand to reinforce the embankment, and to cook hot meals and boil ginger soup for the soldiers at the front..."
"I'm in!"
Daya was the first to respond, her heart beating wildly, "Aunt Jiang, I want to take control of my life. I want to be Zhao Daya, not some Zhao 꿻!"
The clear and melodious children's voices resounded, and all the women, young and old, woke up from the spiritual baptism they had just received.
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