Chapter 95 An Encounter at the Market
The next morning, Shen Xuewei got up and prepared breakfast.
After watching the elderly couple get out of bed, she tidied up and prepared to return to town.
She didn't have a chance to go to the internet cafe after school on Friday, so she had to go early now, otherwise she might not be able to submit the part of the manuscript she promised the editor in time.
She put her completed homework into her schoolbag, told Da Huang to watch the house, and then went to wait for the bus by the roadside by herself.
Wu Yuhong's family cultivates much more land than the Chen family. These days, Wu Yuhong can't go back to school as early as Shen Xuewei; she can only get back to school in the afternoon at the earliest.
Therefore, Shen Xuewei had to set off alone first.
After waiting by the roadside for about half an hour, a passing van stopped.
Shen Xuewei glanced at the car and recognized the driver as a familiar man. After confirming that he was also going to town, she quickly got into the car.
Back in town, she paid the fare to the driver and then went into an internet cafe with her backpack on.
After finishing the manuscript, she sent it to the editor and returned to the classroom before evening self-study began, starting a new week.
One day, when the Chinese teacher asked everyone to write an essay on the topic of dreams, Wang Zhuoxi leaned over and asked:
"Shen Xuewei, what is your dream?"
As Shen Xuewei scribbled in her notebook, she casually replied, "Be a teacher."
She doesn't know what others are like, but in her previous life when she was a teenager, her dreams changed depending on the circumstances.
At first, I wanted to be a teacher, then a painter, and later I wanted to wander...
Of course, none of these so-called dreams came true, and she became someone who was busy all day just to survive.
As for my dream in this life...
Her dream is to make money, lots and lots of money, more money than she can spend.
After hearing Shen Xuewei's false dream, Wang Zhuoxi smiled mysteriously, lowered his voice considerably, and began to tell Shen Xuewei about his own dream.
"Shen Xuewei, let me tell you, I want to be a doctor in the future, a very good doctor, so that I can cure the illnesses of everyone who comes to me..."
Shen Xuewei glanced at him, then subconsciously looked at the top of his head.
Yes, her hair is still quite thick.
As for the future...
There's a saying that goes, "If you persuade someone to study medicine, you'll be struck by lightning."
This single sentence is enough to show how difficult and arduous it is to study medicine.
Having dreams is certainly a good thing, so Shen Xuewei didn't discourage him. Instead, she encouraged him, "Then keep going and try your best to get into medical school and become a very good doctor."
Wang Zhuoxi smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits. "Thank you. If you ever come to me for treatment in the future, I'll definitely give you a discount. I won't charge you... oh no, I'll charge you less."
Hey!
Why doesn't this guy appreciate her and instead curses her so early on?
Shen Xuewei glared at him and nudged his head with her pen.
"Go away, I'm writing an essay, don't bother me and ruin my concentration."
She lowered her head, ignored him, and continued writing on her composition paper.
The second semester of seventh grade passed by very uneventfully.
During her summer vacation, Shen Xuewei would set up a stall at the market with her grandfather, Chen, on market days.
However, this time I also ran into someone I knew.
Wang Zhuoxi pouted and followed reluctantly behind a tricycle, keeping a distance of at least three or four meters.
The woman pedaling the tricycle searched for a suitable spot while constantly urging Wang Zhuoxi to keep up.
"Hurry up! I asked you to come with me to sell some fruit, why are you dawdling like that!"
Wang Zhuoxi covered his face, quickly walked to her side, and lowered his voice to say:
"Mom, I already told you, I still have homework to do, can you please not call me?"
The woman glared at him. "What, you think your mother is shameful? When you asked me for money, why didn't you think your mother was shameful?"
"Mom! But what if my classmate sees us..."
The woman paused for a moment, then softened when she saw his flushed face and anxious expression.
She was about to speak when she said, "Then you go back..."
A girl's voice came from the side, "Auntie, come here, there are still seats available."
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shen Xuewei waving at her.
There was just enough space next to her to accommodate a tricycle.
Firstly, there just happened to be a spot available for her, and she temporarily forgot about Wang Zhuoxi's tantrum. She quickly rode her tricycle over, took the spot, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned her head to look at Shen Xuewei beside her, her affection for her reaching its peak.
"Thank you, little friend."
Shen Xuewei replied with a smile, "You're welcome, Auntie."
Wang Zhuoxi, who was dawdling behind, heard Shen Xuewei's voice, put down his hand, and looked over.
Shen Xuewei happened to be looking at her, and when she saw that he had finally noticed her, she raised her eyebrows slightly.
Wang Zhuoxi initially felt embarrassed that Shen Xuewei had seen him selling fruit with his mother.
But the next moment, they saw Shen Xuewei shouting to passersby:
"Uncle, we have homegrown vegetables and our own ducks, would you like some..."
The man only glanced at it before hurrying away.
There was no response whatsoever.
Shen Xuewei didn't feel embarrassed. After she looked away, she saw Wang Zhuoxi staring blankly at her.
She was a little confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Wang Zhuoxi slowly approached and stood in front of the stall.
Shen Xuewei felt that he was blocking her way and affecting her business, so she glared at him.
Wang Zhuoxi shuddered and jumped aside, only then did Shen Xuewei turn her gaze away.
Wang Zhuoxi glanced back at his mother, who had put up a signboard with fruit prices on the tricycle, and then at Shen Xuewei, who called out to passersby.
With his head down, he slowly approached Shen Xuewei's side.
Shen Xuewei glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, but because his mother was right next to her, she didn't say anything like "get to the point" or "spit it out."
Instead, he casually asked, "Which question is it that you can't answer? Or do you have something else to ask? Just say it."
Wang Zhuoxi glanced at the passersby, feeling somewhat uneasy, but when he saw Shen Xuewei calmly and confidently hawking her wares, his nervousness immediately subsided.
He asked softly, "Shen Xuewei, aren't you afraid your classmates will laugh at you if they see you selling vegetables here?"
Shen Xuewei, who was fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, paused for a moment upon hearing this.
Grandpa Chen, who had taken a small wooden stool and sat down beside Wang Zhuoxi, also glanced at him.
As she passed an auntie, Shen Xuewei called out to her, and only after successfully selling a bunch of vegetables did she return to Wang Zhuoxi's question.
“I’ve never eaten their rice or used their products, so I’m not afraid of them laughing at me.”
“Besides, what will I lose if they laugh at me?” Shen Xuewei retorted.
Children at this age are sensitive and concerned about their image.
Shen Xuewei understood Wang Zhuoxi's feelings at this moment and didn't find anything strange about them.
Ultimately, it's usually because they're afraid of being discovered by their classmates, feeling "unsociable," and becoming the object of ridicule.
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