Chapter 100 Mom, I pick up garbage to support you 2

There was no light in the room, but the moonlight was very bright.

Jiang Fanyue was wearing ill-fitting clothes, with many wear and patch marks on the cuffs. Her hair was tied up with a black rubber band, and the ponytail hanging behind her was loose and withered. The bangs in front of her forehead were very thick, and the length slightly covered her eyes, making her look a little dazed.

When she stood, she subconsciously hunched her back...

It was not a problem with her posture, but the original body forgot to prepare a bra for her.

The girl of twelve or thirteen years old has not yet had her period, but her breasts have begun to develop.

"You're back, why are you so much later than usual today?" Yao Rong asked.

Jiang Fanyue silently poured out the small half bag of garbage in her hand, as if answering Yao Rong's question with action.

"Today's harvest is a little more than usual. Is it because of this that we were delayed? It's better to go home earlier next time. It's getting dark outside." Yao Rong muttered a few words, pulled Jiang Fanyue to the water tank, scooped half a spoonful of water, and asked Jiang Fanyue to wash her hands.

When Jiang Fanyue wiped her hands and walked into the house, Yao Rong had already served the rice.

Jiang Fanyue's eyes stayed on the scrambled eggs for a while, then silently moved away and picked up a chopstick of sweet potato vines to eat with the rice.

Yao Rong looked at her with his peripheral vision until Jiang Fanyue raised her head in some confusion, and then Yao Rong asked: "Why don't you pick up the eggs? Don't you like it?"

Jiang Fanyue shook her head, picked up a chopstick of eggs, and continued to eat the sweet potato vines.

Yao Rong used chopsticks to scrape out half a plate of eggs and poured them into Jiang Fanyue's bowl: "I fried two eggs specially, one for each of us, leave them all for me."

Jiang Fanyue bit the chopsticks, and the aroma of eggs filled her nose, making her swallow her saliva involuntarily, but she still shook her head firmly: "You are sick."

"My forehead is not that hot anymore." Yao Rong approached her and smiled helplessly, "Besides, you are a child and I am an adult, how can I eat alone."

Jiang Fanyue touched Yao Rong's forehead with her slightly cool hand.

It was indeed not as hot as it was in the morning.

She then began to eat rice and eggs in big mouthfuls.

After dinner, Jiang Fanyue went to take a shower, and Yao Rong sat by the bed and drank water.

This was water soaked in willow bark.

Willow bark is rich in salicylic acid, which can be used to reduce fever. There is no health center in the village, and it was already evening when she received the memory, so she could only use local materials and use this method to reduce fever.

Putting down the cup, Yao Rong took out a rusty biscuit box filled with small change.

In this era, rice is 60 cents per pound, pork is two or three yuan per pound, and the average monthly salary is about 170 yuan.

She had saved some money, but the tuition and miscellaneous fees for the first semester of the first grade of junior high school totaled 268 yuan. After paying this money, she didn't have much left. Even if she sold all the junk stored outside, she could only get one or two hundred yuan.

This money was not enough to renovate the house, and it was even a problem to support Jiang Fanyue to continue her studies.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the dim house, illuminating it, followed by thunder, wind and rain.

Jiang Fanyue sat under the eaves, her slender arms wrapped around her knees, her eyes staring into the void, unfocused.

She was thinking about "The Dancing Elephant".

"Yiyi" was a character she created based on herself.

They said she didn't like to be clean, so Yiyi was also considered a little elephant who didn't like to be clean.

They said she was a jinx, so Yiyi was also considered a jinx.

She liked to write, and dreamed that one day her work would be published in newspapers, so Yiyi was a little elephant with dreams.

The farthest place she has been is the town. In her little world, the world is the road from the village to the town. But Yiyi's world is the vast grassland.

When she first started to conceive this story, she wanted Yiyi to be popular, to run freely on the grassland, to have adventures on the grassland, and to make friends with all kinds of animals.

On land, in the air, in the water.

It even has a megaphone that can talk to animals living in the sea.

In the end, Yiyi, who has experienced adventures again and again, will grow from a dancing little elephant to the most heroic elephant in the herd.

But -

when she officially started writing, Jiang Fanyue found that she couldn't write.

She couldn't write about the sunny, confident, and brave Yiyi.

How could Yiyi, who was hated by all animals and not recognized by anyone, remain sunny, confident and brave?

She was a loner in the elephant herd, but she was a social animal.

Her living habits made her unwilling to live alone and unable to tolerate loneliness, but her companions could not accept her.

So in the end, she wrote the current version, which was completely different from her expectations, but more in line with the setting of "The Dancing Elephant".

Yiyi's question was: Can the baby elephant dance?

The answer from her friends, elephants and other animals was not "The baby elephant can't dance", but "You are so clumsy, how can you dance?"

- In their minds, the baby elephant may be able to dance, but Yiyi would never dance.

It was because Yiyi read their implicit meaning that she became timid and gave up her dream.

If they just thought that the baby elephant couldn't dance, then it could have worked hard to become the first baby elephant that could dance, but they sentenced its dream to death.

...

Jiang Fanyue bit her lips hard, the frustration in her heart became more and more serious, and the faint light in her eyes dimmed a little bit.

Even the protagonist of a fairy tale cannot have a happy ending.

As the prototype, she must be worse than Yiyi.

She will never show her stories to others again. She

will not spend her free time reading. She will pick up more garbage to reduce her mother's burden and let her mother eat an egg every day to replenish her body.

"Yueyue, why are you sitting outside for so long?"

Yao Rong's voice came from behind Jiang Fanyue, and then a coat fell on Jiang Fanyue's shoulders.

She pulled a bench over and sat next to Jiang Fanyue: "Are you listening to the rain?"

Jiang Fanyue held back her tears and shook her head silently.

Yao Rong seemed not to see the tears in her eyes, and suddenly asked: "Yueyue, you just entered junior high school, can you keep up with the teacher's teaching progress?"

Jiang Fanyue nodded.

"Really smart." Yao Rong said, "Then did the teacher praise you for the weekly diary you wrote?"

Jiang Fanyue was stunned.

As if misunderstanding her silence, Yao Rong hurriedly explained: "When I was helping you pack your things two days ago, I accidentally saw the homework you put on the desk. Because the title was so cute, I couldn't help but read the story you wrote in one breath. It was the first time I knew that my daughter had the potential to become a great writer."

Jiang Fanyue's mouth moved, but she didn't say a word.

"This short story of just two or three hundred words vividly portrays Yiyi's image, and the ending is also philosophical and imaginative."

The original author was a junior high school graduate, and although her grades were not very good, Jiang Fanyue didn't know her previous grades.

Besides, you don't need a high level of education to interpret a fairy tale.

"It's just that Yiyi's ending is too pitiful."

Yao Rong touched Jiang Fanyue's rough and cold cheeks, wiping away the rain that splashed on her face like tears.

"Is its mother gone? If its mother is still here, she will definitely support Yiyi's dancing. Just like I will definitely support your dream."

Jiang Fanyue murmured to himself: "But I can't be a great writer."

Children who grow up picking up garbage can't write interesting and wonderful works.

Yao Rong said: "It takes unremitting efforts to become a great writer, but writing is very simple. As long as you have paper and pen, you can create anywhere and at any time. It just so happens that we haven't been to the town to go shopping for a long time. Tomorrow is Saturday, I will take you to buy some stationery. You can save money in any place, but not in this aspect. I will support your dream!"

Jiang Fanyue: "..."

She wanted to tell Yao Rong that she had given up her dream and not to spend this money in vain.

But when the words came to her lips, Jiang Fanyue really couldn't say it.

Her fingers unconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes and repeatedly ravaged it.

Otherwise... otherwise, hold on a little longer.

Stationery... She would buy the cheapest stationery, and then pick up more junk in the following days to make up for the money she spent.

"Hmm!" She hesitated for a long time, and finally responded in a low voice.

"By the way, Yueyue, I have a small request, I wonder if you can satisfy me."

Jiang Fanyue raised her head and looked straight at Yao Rong.

Yao Rong's face was full of expectation: "If you write another story in the future, I wonder if I will have the honor to become the first reader of Jiang Fanyue?"

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips.

"No?" Yao Rong's voice was lost.

"...Okay." Jiang Fanyue didn't want to tell Yao Rong about what happened this afternoon, and couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she had to agree.

"Then let's make a hook?"

Yao Rong stretched out her right hand in front of Jiang Fanyue.

Jiang Fanyue hooked Yao Rong's little finger with her little finger and touched her thumb.

After completing the ceremony, Yao Rong patted Jiang Fanyue on the shoulder and said, "It's windy outside, go back to the house and sleep."

There was only one bed in the house. Yao Rong slept on the outside and Jiang Fanyue slept on the inside.

Jiang Fanyue lay facing the wall, thinking that it would be difficult for her to fall asleep, but she fell asleep in less than two minutes after closing her eyes.

***

There are many chickens in the village.

As soon as the sky was getting light, the roosters began to crow.

Yao Rong got up quietly and exchanged money for a small bag of eggs with the villagers.

Originally, she wanted to exchange for a chicken, but at this time, in addition to the newly raised chicks, there were only old hens used for laying eggs in the village. Not only did they taste bad, but few villagers were willing to sell them, so Yao Rong had to give up.

After the egg porridge was cooked, Jiang Fanyue woke up.

She bit the spoon with some confusion, not understanding why her mother cooked eggs for two meals in a row.

But thinking of Yao Rong's health, Jiang Fanyue swallowed her doubts.

After breakfast, Yao Rong pushed the bicycle parked in the cowshed out.

This bicycle was left by the team leader, and many places were rusted. But the quality of bicycles in that era was really impeccable. After more than ten years, except for the occasional chain falling off, there have been no other problems.

"Sit on." Yao Rong said to Jiang Fanyue.

Jiang Fanyue supported with his right hand and sat on the back seat.

Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue lived in the westernmost part of the village. They did not need to go through the village. They could ride directly to the main road from a small road.

This body is indeed a little weak. Yao Rong felt tired after riding the bicycle for more than 20 minutes.

Fortunately, they were almost in town.

The market has become active these days. Even in Jixiang Town, a remote town in the northwest, many stores have opened one after another, especially clothing stores, which sell popular styles in the south.

Of course, the prices are really high.

So Yao Rong decided to take Jiang Fanyue to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy clothes first.

"I don't want it, I don't want it."

Hearing Yao Rong say that she would buy her two sets of new clothes, Jiang Fanyue, who had just got off the bicycle, waved her hands repeatedly and even resisted entering the supply and marketing cooperative.

She pulled at the hem of her clothes that was obviously too long.

"I have clothes to wear, there's no need to waste money."

The idea of ​​saving money has long been deeply rooted in Jiang Fanyue's heart, and there is no way to correct it for a while. Fortunately, Yao Rong thought of an excuse in advance: "Yueyue, there is something that mom forgot to tell you. I contacted your uncle a few days ago. They are living well in the south now, so they thought of you and me. I heard that when you went to junior high school, your uncle mailed a sum of money back, saying that it was for you to buy clothes and stationery."

Jiang Fanyue was a little unbelievable: "... Did my uncle give us money?"

Since she could remember, she had never seen her uncle's family.

All her impressions of her uncle's family came from the gossip of the villagers.

So she always felt that her uncle's family hated her and didn't welcome her arrival...

Isn't that the case?

"Yes, I was also surprised when I first received the letter." Yao Rong directly led Jiang Fanyue to the supply and marketing cooperative, "But it's not surprising, I am his biological sister, you are his biological niece, if he doesn't think of you first when he has money, who else will he think of?"

Jiang Fanyue didn't think so.

Just like she was Jiang You's biological daughter, didn't Jiang You just walk away, and there was no news from him since then.

Although she couldn't guess what Jiang Fanyue was thinking, Yao Rong also knew that Jiang Fanyue was a smart child, and it was difficult for Jiang Fanyue to believe her statement. After all, the two families had not been in contact for ten years. Even if there was family affection as a bond, there was basically not much family affection left.

Yao Rong took the long sleeves handed over by the salesperson, put them in front of Jiang Fanyue and gestured, then bent down and whispered in Jiang Fanyue's ear: "Actually, it was your grandpa who came to him in his dream. Before he died, your grandpa missed you the most. The old man felt distressed when he saw that I couldn't let you wear new clothes and use beautiful stationery, so he asked Prince Yan to have mercy and entered your uncle's dream."

Jiang Fanyue covered her mouth with both hands and almost laughed out loud.

Yao Rong stood up again and tapped her forehead: "Really, when we get home later, I'll show you your uncle's letter. If you still don't believe it, you can write a letter to your uncle yourself."

Hearing this, Jiang Fanyue was still a little skeptical, but she was finally not so resistant to buying clothes.

She tugged at the hem of her clothes, and seeing that Yao Rong wanted to continue choosing after picking one set, she hurriedly said, "Mom, just buy one set."

"Buying two sets is easier to change and wash."

Jiang Fanyue was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Then let's buy some cloth, and we can make it ourselves when we get home."

Yao Rong said gently, "It's okay, buying cloth won't be much cheaper. Rather than saving money, I hope Yueyue can wear new clothes as soon as possible."

Her previous consumption concept seriously affected Jiang Fanyue's consumption concept.

Compared with people of the same age, Jiang Fanyue is really very sensible.

Because of this, it makes people feel more distressed.

Her sensibility is not innate, but is hammered out by nature.

The salesperson next to me sighed: "Your daughter is really sensible. If she were my grandson, he would definitely buy more sets and would not know how to save money at all."