Chapter 115 [115] A routine life lacks a bit of color...
Uncle Tang still wants some money. Even if he doesn't recognize Tang Aiguo as his father, he can at least give him some care in life.
"Good boy, it was my eldest brother who was wrong in the past. I told him a long time ago that a man should treat his wife well. Now he is being bullied and has to support a burden. He deserves it."
Uncle Tang is just like that. Once there is profit to be made, he will give in quickly and can say nice things easily.
He didn't know that Tang Yuanyuan had been hanging out with Zhang Lancao in the business world since they were little, and had seen all sorts of people. She wouldn't warm up to him just because of a few words, and she had no father-daughter feelings for Tang Aiguo at all: "If you know, get out of here. Don't show up in front of me."
Uncle Tang immediately burst into tears and snot: "Yuanyuan, you don't know how hard your father's life is now. He even lost his home and was taken away by a widow. And the widow..."
"This is your business, not mine," Tang Yuanyuan said coldly. "Do you want to leave on your own, or be driven away?"
The luxurious sedan was a car that Tang Aiguo couldn't even recognize. The coat was made of exquisite material, and his daughter's pair of shoes was probably worth his food money for a year.
The mother and daughter were clearly incredibly wealthy; even a little money leaking from between their fingernails would be enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life. Tang Aiguo felt heartbroken. This was his own daughter: "I'm your father, and you treat me like this?"
"You feel bad, don't you?" Tang Yuanyuan said calmly, "You think I'm cold and indifferent, especially since I'm your biological daughter. Now you know what it feels like to be ignored and neglected by your family?"
"This is called karma. You've never been nice to me and mom, so I treat you the same way you treated us."
This time, Tang Aiguo finally understood that both the mother and daughter were very hard-hearted and that he would not get a penny of benefit here.
Uncle Tang held onto his last glimmer of hope: "Even if you don't care about your father, your mother can always return the 800 yuan she took from home when she passed away, right?"
Tang Yuanyuan couldn't let her mother have this as a handle, so she said, "My mother started from scratch and never took 800 yuan. You guys should leave now. If you dare to come here again, I will have the security guards beat you up."
Now others are rich and they are poor. What can the two brothers do no matter how unwilling they are? If they continue to wait, they will really spend all their last money and starve to death.
Qian Tingting carefully considered her words and said, "Your father doesn't seem to be doing well."
"There are so many pitiful people in the world. Even if he is my biological father, so what?" Tang Yuanyuan said, "If I were to take care of him, I would be stabbing my mother in the back. I just want to love my mother well. As for him, I don't want to care about him."
Qian Tingting murmured: "Can I sever ties with my biological father?"
Tang Yuanyuan said: "If you only know how to take and not how to give, then you are not a relative, you are a vampire."
"Family is mutual. If family only brings pain, then stay away. Everyone should shoulder their own responsibilities, rather than putting all the burdens on one person."
"Qian Tingting," she said, pulling a piece of candy from her pocket, peeling it, and popping it into her mouth. "If you keep on doing this and don't think about yourself, you'll always be stuck working as an operator in the chili factory, running sales operations, and you'll never be able to become my confidant."
Qian Tingting: "If I don't take care of my family, I will be alone in this world."
Tang Yuanyuan also has a mother, and her mother doesn't love her either.
That year, someone in the family accidentally ingested pesticides, and she dropped out of school at the drop of a hat. Her mother just shed tears and said that this was her fate.
Although she said she came here to work, Xiao Min actually worked as a shampooer.
She ran away.
Because I was not old enough, I finally found a job in an illegal factory. I had to work twelve hours a day, eating steamed buns and boiled cabbage, and was only paid 60 yuan a month.
Even then, her grandmother was still accusing her on the phone: "Are you stupid? Others can earn over 200 yuan a month working outside, so why are you taking a job that pays 60 yuan a month? Are you looking for an easy job?"
She wiped her tears sadly. The factory was a scam and she didn't know it at first. Besides, the bigger factories didn't want her at all.
"Go find Xiao Min and work with her. It's just washing people's hair, and you won't lose a penny. You can make 500 yuan a month, and your family will be well off."
Isn't she a human being? If she becomes a shampoo girl, the rest of her life will be ruined.
Her grandmother asked her to send all the 60 yuan back to buy medicine for her father.
Qian Tingting cried and said, "The food at the factory is so bad. There are only steamed buns and cabbage. I can't eat enough."
"Having white flour buns to eat was good enough. When my grandmother was little, she couldn't even eat white rice. After eating Guanyin soil, she would be happy for several days if she could just have a bun."
She cried very hard, but the steamed buns and boiled cabbage were really unpalatable. She couldn't feel happy while eating them. Others could also give themselves extra food with money.
Why, why can't you think about her a little?
My mother was on the phone, and she simply said, "Your brother still needs to go to school, and your father needs medicine. We need money everywhere at home. So, keep two yuan and send the rest back. Phone calls are expensive, so forget it. Don't call me anymore. It's not good to keep bothering the village chief to call us, and I'll have to pay for the phone bill. Just write a letter; it's cheaper."
The phone was hung up and she was still crying.
Every letter was asking for money, telling her how difficult the family was and how tiring farming was, and asking her to spend less and send the money back.
Last year during the Chinese New Year, he wrote to her a month in advance, asking her not to go back home for the New Year, saying that the train tickets were enough to pay for his younger brother's tuition.
All they gave her was pain.
The younger brother she raised never expressed concern in the letters he wrote for her. He always asked her to send more money.
Tang Yuanyuan said, "So what if I'm alone?"
"Wouldn't you spend your wages?"
A blind person passes by, holding a guide dog in one hand and a cane in the other, and is able to cross the street and earn money working in a blind massage shop.
There is an old man picking up cardboard boxes on the roadside, his hair is half white and his eyelids are wrinkled, and the old lady sweeping the street is also energetic.
So many old people are making money.
"Don't carry the family on your shoulders. Without you, they won't starve to death and will naturally find a way to survive."
On Monday, Qian Tingting received another letter from her hometown.
The last time she wrote back, she said she wanted to continue studying at night school, and that she would not be able to send her salary back anymore, and could only send 60 yuan a month for medicine.
The letter contained nothing but accusations from the younger brother, saying that if she didn't send money back, he wouldn't be able to study. As for grandma and mom, they still said the same old things: whatever the younger brother wanted to study, she would read it out.
In fact, such words could no longer deceive her, she just couldn't make up her mind.
But what if they didn't send it back? What if they didn't listen? They couldn't tell east from west by the time they got to Yucheng County.
They are all vampires.
She tore up the letter as if she had torn up the previous 16 years of her life. She felt no reluctance or sadness, but only relief!
She didn't even send 60.
In the evening, she took the bus to the city, enrolled in night school, and bought books.
Tang Yuanyuan is right. If no one loves you, then you should love yourself.
She wants to earn a future for herself.
Tang Yuanyuan has recently become obsessed with skateboarding. Every weekend he skates along the river for half a day. It is both relaxing and fun.
"Che Gao, Che Gao, delicious Che Gao!"
Wearing ethnic minority attire, with a curly beard and a unique, slightly awkward Chinese accent, Tang Yuanyuan, with his skateboard twirling, stopped in front of the stall and asked, "How much is this cake?"
"Two yuan per two taels."
Tang Yuanyuan, a second-generation rich girl, is different from other second-generation rich girls. She is very sensitive to numbers and immediately recognized that it was 20 yuan per catty: "I want one catty, 20 yuan, no more."
But the cake is very heavy. They are forcing her to buy it. How could they only give her 20 yuan?
Besides, Tang Yuanyuan was wearing all branded clothes, and it was obvious that she was from a wealthy family. She cut off a large piece and weighed it: "193 yuan."
Tang Yuanyuan: "I told you, it's only 20 yuan."
"It's all cut," the man deliberately raised his voice. After all, the little girl was timid. If he was a little aggressive, she would eventually pay. He had cheated many little girls like this before: "Pay quickly."
Tang Yuanyuan is not an ordinary girl. She has always fought back against anyone who bullied her since she was a child. She immediately realized that this was a pig-killing scheme and she would not let anyone kill her.
"Come and chase me if you can!"
She rushed out with one foot on the skateboard, turning back and making a face at the man: "You liar!"
She nimbly skated through the crowd, passing one person after another, and turned the corner when Shen Yu came face to face with her.
Seeing that they were about to collide, Tang Yuanyuan jumped off the skateboard, stepped on the tip of the skateboard that was still rolling rapidly with her Feili shoes, and the skateboard flew up. She turned her toes and also turned in a circle.
Her long hair twirled in the air, and she easily caught the skateboard and slid past Shen Yu.
“Don’t run!”
Tang Yuanyuan turned around, glanced at the little hooligan who was cutting cakes, threw the skateboard to the ground again, stepped on it with her shoe, and with one foot exerting force, the skateboard rushed out. She stepped on it with her other foot, twisting her body freely, like a bird with wings, and provoked him in an infuriating way: "Come and chase me!"
The whole process takes no more than 2 seconds.
The long hair was blown by the breeze, and Shen Yu felt a slight itch on the back of his hand. His fingertips moved, as if the feeling of the hair tips was still there.
The man selling the cakes held his waist and panted, he could only watch the receding figure in helplessness and rage, and reluctantly returned to the cake stall.
Shen Yu understood it immediately. His mother had been fooled recently and was very angry.
It’s not because of the two hundred yuan, but the feeling of being forced to buy something is very bad.
"What's wrong?" the girl asked.
Shen Yu was silent for three seconds, then turned his head and said, "Miss Song, I just suddenly remembered that your family is a pharmaceutical family. I have the funds, and we can jointly establish a pharmaceutical company. It would be a very good business. I would like to meet your father. Could you please pass on a message for me?"
Miss Song was confused. Weren’t they talking about the concert just now?
Why are we suddenly talking about business?
Miss Song always felt that from here on, Shen Yu's words, which were already few in number, would become even less.
After dinner, at the door of the Song family's small western-style building, Miss Song invited expectantly, "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"
Shen Yu said apologetically, "Sorry, it's too late."
"I'm planning to go on a research trip abroad soon, so I might not be in China for a long time. I'm afraid I won't have time to drink coffee or go to a concert with Miss Song."
Miss Song was a little surprised. Shen Yu had obviously valued this marriage before, so why did he suddenly refuse?
Was there something about her that displeased him?
In terms of her aesthetic point of view, personality, and ability, Shen Yu was all what she liked. She felt a little regretful, but her pride did not allow her to ask.
He smiled politely, "Goodbye, Mr. Shen."
Shen Yu took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket. He didn't think he had fallen in love with a little girl, but he suddenly felt--
Boring.
A routine life lacks a bit of color.
A business that even involves planning for marriage is a bit boring.
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