After talking for half an hour, Meng Qidi finally hung up the phone, "How much?"
"Two dollars and five dollars, you hit ..."
"No need for change." Meng Qidi happily put three dollars on the counter.
The salesperson then smiled and asked, "Do you need anything else, comrade?"
Meng Qidi glanced at the supply and marketing cooperative and made a phone call. She was the only one left there.
"What kind of men's shoes do you have?"
"We have Liberation shoes and leather shoes. No matter what size or style you need, I can show you." The salesperson introduced enthusiastically.
"Okay, it should be a size 42." Meng Qidi was also a little unsure. She had washed Ling Xiao's shoes and it seemed to be a size 42.
The salesperson left for a while and came back with several pairs of leather shoes and Liberation shoes.
Meng Qidi carefully picked out three pairs of shoes, two pairs of leather shoes and one pair of Liberation shoes.
After paying, she took the shoes and went out, took two steps, and came back, "Give me two more pairs of Jiefang shoes in size 41."
After buying the shoes, Meng Qidi went directly to the post office and sent out the three pairs she had bought before returning home.
"Hey, you bought it for me? Oh, why are you so polite all of a sudden? I feel embarrassed."
Old man Zhao came out and saw the shoes on the stone table. He quickly picked them up and looked at them.
Without waiting for Meng Qidi to reply, he sat down and tried on shoes, muttering to himself as he took them off.
"Oh, they fit me perfectly. You bought them specially for me..."
Meng Qidi glanced at it and went into the house carrying the vegetables. Well, she believed it and felt quite embarrassed...
Two days later, Old Man Zhao returned to the city. Two cars were parked by the bridge in front of the Ling family's house.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Why are we moving all this stuff back? It's not like we won't come again..."
Old man Zhao stood in the yard with his hands on his hips, watching Meng Qidi and a few others busying in and out.
"It's not like I can't afford these junks. I won't take them! I won't take any of them!"
Meng Qidi put the things down and asked, "Are you sure you won't say that you are nostalgic when you go back?"
Old Man Zhao glared at Meng Qidi, "You just wish I would leave and never come back!"
The old man was being unreasonable, and Meng Qidi had no choice but to turn around and say, "Comrades, please keep the things. The teacher doesn't need this little money anyway."
A few people looked at each other, then silently moved their things back.
After hesitating for a long time, Old Man Zhao finally had to get in the car and leave in the afternoon.
"Xiao Qi, don't forget your teacher. I'll be waiting for you in Beijing. I'll send you the admission letter after you pass the exam at the Agricultural University."
Old man Zhao leaned against the car window, his face full of reluctance. It wasn't that he had to accept Xiao Qi as his student, but he was used to this girl now...
Meng Qidi didn't answer him and waved at him.
The little girl beside him imitated her aunt's movements, "Grandpa Zhao, come again..."
After the old man left, the house became much quieter and the little girl was listless until her aunt said she would take her to the county town to play in a few days. Only then did the little girl become lively again.
In a shabby Santana car in Guangdong Province.
"Sister Luo, do I look really good in this outfit?" Zhao Hong was wearing a black backless dress, her face was slightly made up, and her eyebrows were trimmed very thinly.
Zhao Hong is not ugly, but she is not as bright and beautiful as Meng Qidi. But after she dresses up, she is not ugly either.
At this moment, she was pulling at the hem of her clothes in an extremely awkward manner.
"It's beautiful, of course it's beautiful, Zhao Hong, I'm going to be frank with you, what did you say when I took you in? You were willing to work like a cow or a horse for me."
Sister Luo is about fifty years old, with fashionable curly hair, big red lips, flared pants and high heels, the most fashionable outfit of this era.
"As for me, I don't need you to repay me. I have to go to discuss business with the big boss today. Just come with me and don't talk nonsense."
"But... this..." Zhao Hong was hesitant. Although she didn't know how to talk about business, it was really awkward to dress like this...
Sister Luo's face darkened. "Zhao Hong, I took you in. Shouldn't you be grateful and repay me? Fine, then go. I, Sister Luo, won't beg you anymore. Find a way yourself. Go find your daughter yourself in the future."
Zhao Hong was anxious and waved her hands quickly, "Sister Luo, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I just think this dress is too revealing and I'm not used to it."
"You really don't want to help me?"
Zhao Hong waved her hands quickly, "No, no, Sister Luo helped me at the beginning. If you can use my help, please feel free to ask."
Sister Luo has a wide network of contacts, so she will definitely be able to find Yuzhen. Besides, if she is driven away, she will have to sleep on the streets...
Sister Luo raised the corner of her mouth in satisfaction. Even though she picked the person up and provided him with good food and drink, she didn't give him a penny.
The car stopped at a place full of lights and nightlife. The huge neon light showed that it was a nightclub.
Zhao Hong was illiterate and didn't dare to look around. She just followed Sister Luo in.
Around eight or nine in the evening, the nightlife begins, with people coming and going. Sister Luo is doing very well here, and almost everyone greets her warmly along the way.
From time to time, he would introduce Zhao Hong to others.
It was Zhao Hong’s first time here and an uncomfortable smile flashed across her face. She followed Sister Luo closely, afraid of losing her.
When passing by a dance floor, Zhao Hong seemed to hear a familiar voice. She turned her head subconsciously, only to see a familiar figure from behind. Zhao Hong subconsciously wanted to follow.
"Where are you going? Come this way, don't get lost." Sister Luo grabbed Zhao Hong and walked upstairs.
Zhao Hong turned her head subconsciously. There were already quite a few people standing there, but the previous figure was gone.
"What's wrong?" Sister Luo asked suspiciously, obviously sensing her abnormality.
Zhao Hong subconsciously didn't dare to tell the truth, "I'm just... I'm just curious about that place. Sister Luo, what does it do?"
"A dance hall, a place for dancing." Sister Luo did not doubt him and led people upstairs while introducing the dance hall.
Zhao Hong agreed absentmindedly, thinking that she would go look for her when she came out later. She was sure that she was not mistaken just now and she really saw Yuzhen.
Her money was stolen when she arrived at the station. Yuzhen must be here too...
"Zhao Hong, what are you standing there for? Call me Brother Zheng!"
Zhao Hong was pushed and found herself being taken to the lobby on the second floor.
Compared to the messy dance hall on the first floor, the dance floor on the second floor had a lot fewer people. It was basically filled with men in suits and beautifully dressed women. Several women leaned on the men, looking particularly intimate.
Even though Zhao Hong was naive, she realized that something was wrong.
"Brother Zheng, I'm sorry, Zhao Hong is new here and doesn't know much."
The man called Brother Zheng was in his fifties, leaning on the sofa with a big belly, a slicked-back hair, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at Zhao Hong as if he was looking at a commodity.
"Sister Luo, where did you find the goods this time? They look unfamiliar..."
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