Chapter 13: Memory Can Be Deceiving
Putting down her bowl and chopsticks, Jian Qingyi followed Jian Zhongliang out the door.
It was still early and there were not many people coming and going in the yard.
"Director Jian, why are you going out so early?" A middle-aged woman holding soy milk and fried dough sticks in her hand greeted Jian Zhongliang with a smile.
"My Yi Yi signed up today." Jian Zhongliang smiled and glanced at Jian Qingyi beside him.
"Your Yi Yi should be in his third year of high school this year, right?" A little old man who was doing morning exercises came over.
"Yes, I'm in my third year of high school." Jian Zhongliang replied with a smile.
"Yi Yi, you have to study hard and try to get into a good university to bring honor to our candy factory director, so that those little bastards from the steel factory won't nag us that the people in our candy factory are all old, weak, sick and disabled." The old man said with a smile.
Jian Qingyi didn't say anything, just smiled with pursed lips.
The old, weak and sick.
Compared to the steel plant where all the workers are strong and young, the candy factory where most of the workers are close to retirement age does not have much fighting capacity.
Every time several factories hold a friendly match, the candy factory is always the last one.
Over time, the candy factory was equated with the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled in the eyes of the public.
"Uncle Wang, you practice first. I still have to take Yi Yi to the department store!" Jian Zhongliang quickly found an excuse.
Even if the people in the courtyard don't know their daughter's grades, he must know his daughter's worth.
He thought a lot last night.
He was so happy when his little girl was born.
At that time, he was a father for the first time...
I wish I could bring all the good things to my little girl.
The first word my little girl said when she was just learning to speak was "Dad".
When the little girl was learning to walk, she would rush towards him again and again with her baby teeth showing.
The satisfaction and happiness at that time...
It's not fake.
But when did it start to change?
He tossed and turned all night but still couldn't figure it out.
Now, he doesn't expect his daughter to become a successful person, he just hopes that she can find a good job after getting a high school diploma.
after all……
A girl’s income from work determines her future status in her husband’s family.
After leaving the family compound, Jian Zhongliang turned his head to look at Jian Qingyi and comforted her softly, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just do your best in everything."
Jian Qingyi smiled and nodded.
Yo!
Is milk really coming?!
Jian Zhongliang took a long step forward, supported the bicycle with one foot, and tilted his head to nod at Jian Qingyi.
Jian Qingyi didn't hesitate to pull Jian Zhongliang's clothes and sat on him.
In her two lifetimes, this was the first time that Jian Qingyi sat on the back of a bicycle.
The morning breeze, with the freshness of dew, gently blows across your cheeks, making you feel relaxed and happy.
Looking at the big trees on both sides of the road moving backwards quickly, Jian Qingyi couldn't help but think of the sentence on the Internet.
[Convertible off-road sports car, dual-crank engine, fuel-powered supercharging, 360° panoramic sunroof, meets all environmental emission standards of China V and the EU...]
Jian Qingyi's mouth corners couldn't help but rise.
Unexpectedly, she would also get to ride in this supercharged trot one day.
Although Nancheng is just a small county town, it is close to Beijing and has benefited from the economic spillover effect of Beijing, allowing this small county town covering an area of less than 500 square kilometers to develop rapidly.
Traditional manufacturing and mechanical equipment have achieved rapid growth here.
The small buildings and factories standing in the distance are like a series of dazzling avenues of stars, showing the glory and progress of the south city.
It was Jian Qingyi's first time shopping in a department store. Looking at the dazzling array of goods on the counter, she was a little overwhelmed for a moment.
Especially the clothes counters, denim, leather, plaid, chiffon, pure cotton printed muslin, linen...
The variety of fabrics is dazzling.
The style is also fashionable and avant-garde.
But in the original owner's memory, the only fabrics were Dacron and cotton.
The styles are white shirt, Lenin suit, and Zhongshan suit.
As the old saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is not.
Unexpectedly, even memory can deceive people.
"Which one do you like? Dad will buy it for you." Seeing Jian Qingyi staring at the clothing counter, Jian Zhongliang asked with a smile.
"Can I choose two?" Jian Qingyi tilted her head and looked at Jian Zhongliang, her eyes full of anticipation.
Jane Qingyi knew how to act good and pitiful when she was wearing diapers in her previous life.
Her pitiful little eyes touched Jian Zhongliang's heart, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub her little head.
"sure."
"Then I want that one and that one." Jian Qingyi didn't know what being polite meant. As soon as Jian Zhongliang finished speaking, she immediately picked up two expensive ones.
It’s a waste if you don’t use your scumbag dad’s money, and it’s a waste if you use it.
If she doesn't use it, it will be a good deal for Third Sister and that little white lotus.
Jian Zhongliang paid the money readily.
Then there are school bags and stationery...
Jian Qingyi didn't bother to be polite to Jian Zhongliang at all and bought all the expensive things.
After one round, more than 300 yuan was spent.
"Dad, did I buy too much?" Jian Qingyi spoke in a pretentious manner after leaving the department store.
"Not much. Just tell dad if you want to buy anything in the future." Jian Zhongliang said hurriedly.
"Can you really tell Dad whatever you want to buy?" Jian Qingyi looked at Jian Zhongliang as if seeking confirmation, with uncertainty in her voice.
"You can tell Dad anything." Jian Zhongliang nodded with a firm tone.
"But Aunt Li said that as a freeloader, I cannot make any requests..." Jian Qingyi lowered her head aggrievedly.
The pitiful and helpless little look made Jian Zhongliang feel distressed.
Jian Zhongliang has always been disgusted with Li Meili, who never gets enough of taking advantage of others and is always a nagging person.
But considering that she was Li Meiqian's biological sister, he could endure it as much as he could.
I don't want to make the relationship between the two families too strained.
He never expected that she would bully his little girl like this...
"Don't listen to Li Meili's nonsense. You are dad's biological daughter. It is natural for dad to raise you. If you want something in the future, just tell dad. If anyone bullies you, tell dad too. Don't keep it in your heart." Jian Zhongliang's hands holding the clothes made a "creaking" sound.
No wonder the little girl stayed in the small room after school and didn't get close to him. It turned out that it was Li Meili, that big mouth, who was sowing discord between them.
Jian Qingyi glanced at Jian Zhongliang's fingers, which had turned white from exerting too much force, with a complex and subtle emotion in her eyes.
Suppressing the emotions surging in her eyes, she bit her lower lip, her voice choked, "I don't want to embarrass you."
To make it more realistic, she even pretended to shrug her nose.
For someone like Jian Zhongliang who is easily influenced, actions are never as good as words, and words are never as good as pretending.
Li Meiqian and Jian Xiaojing, mother and daughter, grasped this point.
The sweet words one after another coaxed Jian Zhongliang so much that he almost lost his mind.
On the other hand, the original owner...
Not only is he introvert, timid, and self-deprecating, he's also tongue-tied.
On one side are sweet words that make people happy, and on the other side are gloomy and dull things that make people's blood run cold.
After a long time.
The scale in Jian Zhongliang's heart lost its balance.
The shaking and instability of the balance exacerbated the original owner's anxiety, making the already introverted, inferior and cowardly original owner even more autistic.
Vicious cycle.
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