Chapter 80
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I knew it, to be so brazen, he must have connections in prison. What a disgrace to the country!
[This kind of thing again, haha, I shouldn't have had any expectations of Guo Jia.]
[This is so disgusting, can you please just get out of here?]
Even though he knew there wouldn't be anything good under the new trending search, the boy still clicked on it uncontrollably.
The insults and curses were more violent than before, and every word seemed to be poisoned, as if they wanted to cut him into pieces.
The boy didn't understand. Even if his uniform had been accidentally exposed, it was unintentional, right? He wasn't showing it off intentionally.
What's more...if anyone knew the real situation of his family, they would definitely not believe that he would attract attention in this way.
The boy's eyes suddenly turned red, and his eyeballs fell onto the screen.
Seeing her son suddenly stop talking and lower his head, the middle-aged woman hurried out of the bedroom, looking alert: "What's wrong, Xiaoxun?"
The boy immediately wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, sobbed a few times, raised his head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Mom, I just cried after watching a short video~"
The middle-aged woman suddenly relaxed: "Oh, I thought you were..."
The middle-aged woman's expression changed slightly as she paused. She waved her hand and went back to the house. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Just get some rest. Didn't they say the exam will be held in the spring of next year? Try your best to get in."
The boy immediately straightened up and said seriously, "Don't worry, Mom. I will definitely pass the exam!"
After saying that, he took a deep breath, exited the trending search, and prepared to go back to the bedroom to read.
Just then, a new private message popped up.
The boy hadn't intended to read it. After all, the matter had become a big deal now. All the private messages in the background were calling him shameless and every good word was included. He thought this time would probably be no exception.
But without anyone noticing, he still clicked on the message.
【Don't be distracted, prepare well for the exam, come on】
Who? Besides his mother, who else knew he was preparing for the exam?!
The boy was extremely surprised and stared at the line of words for a long time. Finally, he remembered to check who sent the private message.
He clicked on the other person's profile picture and entered the homepage, and found that the homepage introduction was labeled "female", "social animal", and "post-90s". The registration time was more than 5 years, and there were some news forwarding, lucky draw and other content below.
He looks like a very normal working man.
The boy was even more confused. He was only 17 years old, and his peers were all in school. His mother was in her 40s, and his colleagues were all about the same age. When did he meet this sister who was born in the 90s?
The boy thought about it again and again, put his finger on the screen, and wondered how to ask the other party.
Before I could finish the call, the other party sent another message: [No need to ask, we don’t know each other]
juvenile:?
How do you know his information if you don’t know him?!
I quickly deleted the previous words and replaced them with new ones.
Unexpectedly, the other side, as if through a X-ray machine, sent a third sentence: [Although I don’t know you, due to some special reasons, I know your family situation.]
juvenile:……
I was originally feeling depressed because of the trending topic, but now all my attention was focused on the person who was talking to me.
He hesitated for a while, and finally said: "I understand, thank you."
Seeing the other party repeatedly prompting "Inputting...", Song Yue finally gave up her curiosity, said thank you, curled the corners of her lips, and exited the chat.
The network has been restored, and the electricity supply in the community has been increased from 8-9 am to 5-10 am, enriching everyone's life.
It doesn’t matter if he can’t go out. As long as I have a mobile phone and an internet connection, I can lock him up forever.
This was the latest opinion circulating online. Lin Xiaojuan stared at the screen, nodding her head. "Yes, it's so cold outside, I don't even want to go out. It's better to stay home. I have food, drink, clothes, and internet access."
"You didn't say that a week ago." Song Tianyuan laughed and joked, "You said it was too boring at home and you wanted to go out. Look, your attitude changed immediately after you got the internet."
Lin Xiaojuan rolled her eyes and said, "A week ago was a week ago, and now is now. The situation is different, and the mentality must be different too!"
"Yes, yes, you are right no matter what you say." Song Tianyuan didn't argue with her, just smiled happily.
In the past, Song Tianyuan would definitely have said something, but because of a natural disaster, Song Yue clearly felt that his father's mentality and way of doing things had changed a lot.
In the past, Song Tianyuan seldom did housework. Every day after work, he would shake off his socks, take off his clothes, and sit in the bedroom, fiddling with maintenance videos on the Internet. Now, he rubs the clothes, sweeps the floor, and even has to compete for a share in the cooking.
This made Lin Xiaojuan unhappy. She always felt that he was stealing her position in the family.
Because he was always eager to do things, Song Yue often heard Lin Xiaojuan scold him, saying that he was deliberately trying to show off in front of his daughter.
Anyway, the two of them were not really quarreling, so Song Yue turned a blind eye and treated it as a spoonful of spice in the boring life.
On Weibo, the discussion about whether the teenager is a relative of someone with connections remains hot.
Several days passed and the entry remained on the hot search list.
If there is any difference, it is that it was ranked first on the hot search list for the whole day on the first day, and gradually dropped to the fifth or sixth place in the past two days.
Essentially, there is no difference.
Song Yue was worried that the boy's mentality would be affected, so she opened the backend of a certain blog and was about to send another private message, but found that the other party had already sent her a message half an hour ago.
[Xiaoxun Chasing the Sun: Sister, why did things turn out like this?]
[Xiaoxun from Chasing the Sun: I don't think I did anything wrong, why are you treating me like this?]
Xiaoxun from Chasing the Sun: I deleted the video a long time ago and apologized on Weibo, but no one read it and is still using that piece of clothing as an excuse.
Xiaoxun from Chasing the Sun: Sister, what should I do? My mom still doesn't know what happened online, and I don't want her to worry. She's been having a hard time these past few months, but I can't think of any other solutions. Sister, can you tell me what to do?
Half an hour ago, Yin Xun pressed the send button with trepidation.
In fact, he didn't hold out much hope. Once such matters involved the country, ordinary people had no say in them.
But he was really miserable. On the one hand, he couldn't show it in front of his mother, and on the other hand, he had to secretly bear the pressure from all sides.
Every day when I open my phone, all I see are curses.
He later deleted the software, hoping to have some peace and quiet, but those people also dug out his accounts on other platforms.
Fetion, Penguin, Douyin... no matter which software you open, you will be flooded with vicious words.
Today is the last day when he is on the verge of collapse. He is really desperate and finally remembers to send a private message to his people.
It's strange to say, he clearly felt that the other party could not help him, but he also vaguely felt that the other party seemed to be more powerful than he imagined, and seemed to have a way to do it. He couldn't tell what his mentality was, anyway, he sent the message out so nervously.
The waiting time is long and agonizing.
Five minutes passed and he told himself that the other party might not have seen it.
Ten minutes passed, and I still insisted I hadn't seen the private message.
Fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, twenty-nine minutes.
The boy put down his phone dejectedly and forced a helpless smile.
He is so naive. How could he put his hopes on someone he doesn't even know?
Just as he was about to exit the chat interface, beep~
A message came back!
Song Xiaoyue: [Touching] You didn't do anything wrong. The ones who deliberately provoked the incident are at fault. Don't blame yourself. I'll find a solution.
When the boy saw the last line of words, he almost jumped up with excitement.
He walked around the bedroom several times, and after trying to calm down, he continued to reply: [Sister, do you really have a solution?]
This is no small matter!
Who knows the other end: [Try it first]
The answer was simple, only three words, but it made him happier than any answer he had ever seen!
The boy licked his lips and typed with trembling fingers: [Thank you, sister. You are so kind! ]
Seeing the boy's reply with hidden excitement, Song Yue smiled lightly, exited the private message background, and then switched to the WeChat interface.
[Song Yue: Sister Meng, are you there?]
Since the incident of the garment factory expropriation, she and Zhu Chunmeng had contacted each other several times and had a good chat. It was not until the national signal towers were hit by a cold wave and the Internet was cut off that she lost contact with Zhu Chunmeng.
When the Internet was restored this month, Zhu Chunmeng contacted her immediately and chatted with her for several hours.
Later, for some reason, when Song Yue knocked on the other party again, he found that the other party responded very slowly and his attitude was obviously perfunctory.
Zhu Chunmeng is never someone who fails to reply to messages. No matter how busy she was before, she would always find time to reply after taking care of the kids.
Obviously, his attitude has been a little strange these days. On the one hand, Song Yue wanted to ask for help, but on the other hand, she also wanted to try to ask again to see if there was anything she could help with from Zhu Chunmeng.
Song Yue originally thought that she would have to wait for a long time today, but she soon received a reply from the other side: [In]
She began to consider what to say next.
The phone then beeped.
Zhu Chunmeng: Sorry, Xiaoyue, I had something going on at home a few days ago and didn’t get back to you.
Song Yue quickly replied: [It's okay~ Go take care of your own things first. Have you dealt with it now? ]
[Zhu Chunmeng: No, my family is looking for people to ask for medicine.]
medicine?
Song Yue thought for a moment: [Is your Congcong sick?]
Congcong is Zhu Chunmeng's son, who is 4 years old.
[Zhu Chunmeng: Yes, it’s an old problem, asthma]
Song Yue: What kind of medicine do you need? I might have it here.
On the other side, Zhu Chunmeng jumped up and looked at the screen in disbelief.
Song Yue has asthma medication? How come she doesn't know she has asthma?
Oh, maybe someone in my family has this disease, so I stocked up on it.
But Zhu Chunmeng thought again, even if he had prepared medicine in advance, what would it matter? The natural disaster had lasted for more than three months, so the medicine at home would have been almost used up, right?
For example, she herself knew that her son was born with asthma and might have an attack at any time, so she kept several boxes at home.
It was this extra medicine that saved her son's life and allowed him to live safely until now.
However, the medicine will eventually run out. When there was only the last box left, Zhu Chunmeng began to ask her husband, a policeman, and her father-in-law, who worked in the government, to find a way to buy medicine.
Unfortunately, I was unlucky. I asked many pharmacy owners, and they all gave me the same answer: the pharmacy was flooded and frozen underground after the cold wave hit.
Seeing that the medicine was getting less and less, Zhu Chunmeng was very anxious, so he didn't reply to Song Yue's messages for the past half month.
She knew that this was not a good thing. When she was busy, she couldn't take care of others, but when she needed others, she could reply as much as she could, but her purpose shouldn't be too obvious.
But for the sake of his son, Zhu Chunmeng finally shook his head and asked: [xxx, do you have this medicine?]
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