Shen Rongzhou made three calls but could not get through.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Rongzhou picked up his car keys and prepared to leave. "You two stay home and behave yourselves. Don't open the door unless it's your parents. Daddy is going to pick Mommy up."
Shen Qingqing refused, "Dad, I'm going with Yangyang! Otherwise, Mom definitely won't listen to you and will make you bring her the food!"
Shen Rongzhou refused: "Don't talk nonsense. When has your mother ever been so willful?"
Shen Qingqing retorted, "Isn't that what we're seeing now? They don't even know to come back for meals, and we have to pick them up!"
Shen Rongzhou opened his mouth, but choked.
In the end, they had no choice but to bring their two daughters along to pick up the person from the porcelain kiln.
The porcelain kiln was far from the village's residential area, and that area had been abandoned for a long time. As soon as night fell, the entire area was pitch black.
But today was different. Shen Qingqing could see the light of an incandescent bulb in the darkness from afar, like a guiding lighthouse.
The kiln's gate wasn't locked. Shen Qingqing nimbly jumped off the back of the motorcycle and pushed the gate open with a little effort.
Her mother, Li Xunli, sat in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by a circle of materials. Between her knees, a millstone was spinning rapidly.
Her expression was focused and serious, her eyes sharp as a hunting eagle, but her hand movements were distinctly delicate and gentle.
Shen Qingqing stopped in her tracks and stood there, staring blankly at her mother's vibrant appearance, which she had never seen before.
She was a world apart from the bald, thin woman in her previous life who lay in a hospital bed with a breathing tube inserted into her head.
Shen Rongzhou carried Shen Yangyang in, and Shen Qingqing turned around and pushed her father out. Standing outside the kiln, she said to her father, "Dad, let's go home and help Mom bring her food!"
Shen Rongzhou: "?"
Shen Qingqing ignored her father's expression and pulled him back, saying, "Mom is at a critical time right now. If we disturb her, we'll get scolded later."
After returning home, Shen Rongzhou dug out his old insulated lunchbox, heated up all the dishes before packing them into Li Xunli's lunchbox, and then hurriedly delivered it to her.
This time, Shen Qingqing didn't insist on going and obediently stayed home to eat with Shen Yangyang.
Oh, and I also shared a portion of rice with Shen Yangyang.
Don't ask, the only reason is that she's worried Shen Yangyang isn't eating enough, and she's a good older sister who loves her younger sister!
That night, she couldn't wait for her mother to come back again. Shen Qingqing thought about whether she should go and persuade her mother, but the image of her mother sitting under the courtyard of the porcelain kiln with a vivid expression kept appearing in her mind.
After two nights of this, on Saturday afternoon, while doing her homework at home and watching Shen Yangyang take a nap, her uncle Li Xunjin came to visit.
Wu Jingyuan followed behind, carrying clothes.
When Shen Qingqing opened the door and saw who it was, she was stunned. She blinked twice, and only when she saw Wu Jingyuan holding up the clothes in his hand and waving them at her did she belatedly realize what was going on.
Ah, so you came to me to alter the pattern of your clothes.
As soon as they entered, without Li Xunjin even having a word to him, Wu Jingyuan reached out and scooped up Shen Qingqing, then sat her down on the sofa.
So fast was it that even Shen Qingqing, who wanted to run away as soon as she saw Wu Jingyuan reach out, didn't have time to dodge.
She sat uncomfortably on Wu Jingyuan's lap, overwhelmed by fear.
Childhood trauma is childhood trauma, and it can never be eliminated by some small change!
Seeing Li Xunjin bring over two slices of apple, Shen Qingqing quickly reached out to Li Xunjin for help, "Uncle!"
Li Xunjin couldn't stop laughing. Knowing how scared Shen Qingqing was, he put down the plate and rescued her.
"Oh!" Wu Jingyuan's arms suddenly felt empty. He had just tidied up the coffee table and laid out the clothes when the child in his arms flew away.
Li Xunjin did not respond to him directly, but instead told him to eat the apple first.
"Why eat apples? Let Qingqing help me think of something first. What kind of clothes do the female celebrities on TV wear?" Wu Jingyuan had searched through all the information he could get these past few days, but he still couldn't find the TV series that Shen Qingqing was talking about.
That's normal, since he had no idea that Shen Qingqing had made it up.
Shen Qingqing was eating an apple in Li Xunjin's arms when she heard Wu Jingyuan's words and poked her head out to ask, "Uncle Jingyuan, are your clothes still not selling?"
Wu Jingyuan was speechless again by the same thing.
"I thought you'd already sold it since you hadn't come for so many days!" Shen Qingqing finished what she wanted to say.
Wu Jingyuan felt a lump in his throat again as he thought about the days and nights he spent watching television.
"So, are you still going to partner with my uncle to start a company?" Shen Qingqing asked the question that she most wanted to know right now. Making money, she didn't want to miss out on any opportunity to earn even the smallest bit!
Wu Jingyuan was taken aback for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What? If your uncle doesn't cooperate with me to start a company, you won't help me anymore?"
Shen Qingqing took a bite of her apple and nodded. "Yes, I'm very busy."
Li Xunjin and Wu Jingyuan couldn't help but laugh at her.
Shen Qingqing finished the apple in her hand and reached out to grab the next piece, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what she said. Even if there was something wrong, they would fill in the logical gaps themselves because she was a child.
"Your uncle doesn't know anything about clothing, so how can he start a clothing company with me?" Wu Jingyuan laughed. "That's why your uncle can only invest capital. Do you even know what investing capital means?"
Shen Qingqing nodded, "I understand! That's the money your company earns, Uncle Jingyuan. My uncle will get a share of the profits at the end of the year, right?"
"Hey, you kid!" Wu Jingyuan was full of surprise. He didn't expect Shen Qingqing to actually know.
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