There were quite a few bowls and plates on the small wooden dining table.
Looking closely, they were all ordinary and even shabby farm dishes, two vegetarian dishes, a plate of pickled vegetables with red oil, and two bowls of sweet potato porridge, which was the lunch for the mother and daughter today.
Jiang Qingyue, who had just returned home from the village committee and prepared lunch, helped her mother move to a chair nearby, and then moved the chair towards the table.
Mother Jiang picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful of the sweet porridge, turned her head and looked at her daughter opposite, "Qingyue, what have you been busy with these days?"
Jiang Qingyue sat down next to him. "The cooperative has just started and there are a lot of things to do."
Mother Jiang's eyes were gentle, "Thank you for your hard work, my daughter."
Jiang Qingyue smiled and picked up some food from her mother's bowl with her chopsticks.
Mother Jiang leaned slightly to the side and approached Jiang Qingyue. "How are you getting along with Officer Huo?"
"Mom!" Jiang Qingyue put down her chopsticks helplessly, "It's not like your daughter can't get married, there's no such thing as you!"
Jiang's mother was puzzled, "What do you mean by marriage or not? What are you thinking about? What I mean is that cadre Huo has a high reputation in the village, and he is a college student from the provincial capital. He has also helped us. Now that you are working in the village, you have to do well with him, whether for the sake of your relationship as a colleague or to learn from him!"
Jiang Qingyue:......
She looked down at the old cloth shoes on her feet, and thought of the fairy sister that Gu Haitao mentioned. The elegant and artistic female reporter just now appeared in her mind. She suddenly took a deep breath and looked at Jiang's mother with a smile, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"You lied to me again!" Jiang's mother rolled her eyes at her. "Every time you lie to someone, your left thumb will pinch your index finger unconsciously. How could I not know?"
Jiang Qingyue quickly let go of her left hand and buried her head in eating awkwardly.
After a brief silence, Jiang's mother spoke softly, "Qingyue!"
"Um?"
"Do you know how Mom and Dad got together?"
"Oh, Mom, don't be like this!" Jiang Qingyue rarely slammed the chopsticks on the table, a little angry.
Mother Jiang's weak voice was still gentle, "Good child, I'm not asking you to throw yourself at him. I just think that if he is someone worthy of entrusting your life to, you should not miss the opportunity because of unnecessary concerns. You should take the initiative to pursue your own happiness like your mother did back then. If he is not the one, at least you won't regret it for the rest of your life after you recognize him."
"Mom! Do you know what you are saying? Do you think so lowly of your daughter?"
Jiang Qingyue stood up suddenly, rushed into the room, lay down on the bed, and buried her head in the quilt.
She wasn't too angry about her mother's remarks, and there was nothing to be angry about.
More often than not, I feel regret, regret for my origins and my current situation;
It is also a dilemma, a rare dilemma between the rational retreat with self-knowledge after recognizing the huge gap between the two sides and the emotional impulse of yearning for meeting a good person.
On the one hand, she is calm and clear-headed, while on the other hand, the dreams in her heart are growing like wild grass. No matter how precocious or independent she is, she is just a 19-year-old girl.
She turned over and stared blankly at the ceiling of the bed. All she could see was the shadows of the dust that had fallen from the roof piled up on the plastic paper, as mottled as her life.
"call!"
Jiang Qingyue let out a long breath, threw away all the clutter in her mind, and silently made up her mind.
That was not her life, it was just a glimpse of her life, and she shouldn't let it mess her up.
She slowly got up and habitually tidied up the bed that she had messed up, but she saw a box at the bedside.
A shoe box.
She picked it up in surprise, opened it slowly, and saw a pair of sneakers lying quietly in the box.
Brand new and beautiful.
There was a piece of paper on the shoes.
Jiang Qingyue picked it up, took a look and her eyes became red.
[My daughter is no worse than anyone else and deserves all the good things in the world. ]
Jiang Qingyue sat on the edge of the bed, holding the paper.
In the dim room, light shone through the bright tiles on the roof, just shining on the beautiful handwriting.
The black ink characters sparkle charmingly under the bright light.
......
"Sister Hongmei is the same. Her family is not well off and she has to pay for a coffin. She asked me to go to town to buy shoes for her daughter. It's not like Qingyue doesn't have shoes to wear."
Not far from the Jiang family, in Tieniu's home, Erniu's tall, plump mother tore open a piece of pancake, took a bite, and while chewing, she shared her story with her husband and son.
However, the two "iron bulls" at the table were only concerned with eating and didn't care at all about the trivial matters she was talking about.
Tie Niu looked at his son and said, "Eat more. We still have to measure the soil for half a group in the afternoon."
Erniu buried his head in his rice, humming in a muffled voice.
Tie Niu ordered again: "Bring me some extra bedding tonight. It's a bit cold for the warehouse head to sleep."
"Just lock the house, there's no need for you to guard it yourself!" Erniu's mother frowned, "The village is so small, and there are people living around, so there's no way a thief would come in!"
"You know nothing!" Tie Niu snorted, "If you're going to do it, you have to do it well. Murakami, do you think you're going to give me a few hundred extra dollars a month for nothing?"
"Mind your own business!" Erniu's mother muttered angrily, feeling that her kindness was not rewarded.
After eating in a few bites, the two iron towers threw down their chopsticks and walked out again.
"You come back one day, eat, take a nap and then leave. What do you think of the house?"
"No, you have no conscience. You don't even sleep in the house when you need to!"
"Speaking of which, I am also a bitch. I can't even sleep soundly without hearing the sound of snoring!"
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