First hug
Qian Liju settled down, and Wang Shuitao had no intention of saying anything more.
She suspected that this person actually enjoyed the sympathy, pity, and comfort from others after her husband betrayed and abandoned her.
She couldn't criticize a person's personal quirks, but it was truly wrong to let them affect her children.
Before returning to the factory, Wang Shuitao gave Sun Miao five yuan as usual, which was from the fifteen yuan she had specifically set aside from her salary.
She warned her sister-in-law, who always listened to her mother-in-law, very seriously that she must not let her mother find out that she had some money saved up. If she told her mother, then she should not acknowledge her as her sister anymore.
Sun Miao immediately pointed to the sky and swore that she would never do such a thing, as if she could tear her heart out and promise her aunt.
The night wind tousled her hair, but it couldn't shake her resolute face.
As expected, Sun Miao kept her mouth shut.
On the way back, Wang Shuitao traveled alone. The second batch of sugar beets from Heilongjiang Province would arrive in a couple of days, and Jiang Manyun would not return to the county town until then.
With only one day off, which clashed with going home and attending night school, Wang Shuitao went back to the factory and asked a female classmate for a notebook to copy.
Fortunately, today's class was math, and Wang Shuitao easily kept up thanks to the solid foundation she had built in her later years.
Perhaps because it was a family-style room, the bed the factory provided for her was no smaller than a double bed at home.
The weather was getting cooler, and the small blanket had been replaced with a thin quilt. Suddenly, a soft rustling of laughter came from inside.
It was Wang Shuitao, who was rolling around on the bed, curling herself up.
She covered her mouth, but laughter still escaped through her fingers.
Meng Songying, whom she had just met, still had a look on his face that said, "I have something to say." As soon as he swallowed, Wang Shuitao lowered her head, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and slightly parted her lips. Wang Shuitao then brought up the progress of the research and development of the liquor-filled candy category.
It's really fun to tease people who are too rigid and conventional.
She lay flat on the bed, the thin blanket pulled up to her chest, her feet sticking out, her hands clasped together above her navel, her breathing gradually becoming long and even.
Let's ask Meng Songying tomorrow what she really wants to say, since she's struggled to say it for so long.
The office was silent.
Meng Songying lingered for a long time in front of the wine jar containing fruit, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the peach strands were covered with a layer of golden light under the translucent yellow light bulb.
"yesterday……"
He swallowed the words back, the urge to tell the whole story lingering in his heart, yet he worried that Taozi wouldn't be able to accept his background.
Ever since learning that she came from a wealthy landowning family, half of Meng Songying's world collapsed. It turned out that the person she used to hate so vehemently was actually herself.
Being stuck in a small town is also a form of self-exile.
Her starch-covered hand waved in front of him, the scent of peach aldehyde filling his nostrils: "What happened yesterday? I'm listening."
Wang Shuitao had already turned around, her legs together, her hands obediently resting on her knees, adopting the posture of a good student listening attentively to the lecture.
Meng Songying's eyes were half-closed, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and the veins on her hands, which were braced against the wine cabinet behind her, were bulging, and her knuckles were turning blue and white from excessive force.
His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He just bit his lower lip hard, and blood quickly seeped out, as if this would help him clear his chaotic thoughts.
The sound of fabric rubbing together rang out, and a pair of hands covered his eyes, causing his long eyelashes to tremble slightly in the darkness.
"Speak."
Just before she was about to drown, her hands, which were struggling to rise from the sea, were tightly held, and Meng Songying began to tell her story.
His deep voice echoed in the room where there were only two people. His voice was like the old but hardworking centrifuge in the workshop, sometimes stuck and sometimes trembling.
Each syllable is like dust in the plum rain season, wrapped in damp moisture.
The quiet yet spirited young man is a thing of the past; self-loathing has replaced everything and become the new backdrop of his life.
That jade pendant, now split in two, once carried his highest and most beautiful expectations for his biological parents.
In the end, he wouldn't even allow the Song couple to touch their childhood nicknames.
Wang Shuitao ultimately said nothing, only giving him a brief, fleeting hug.
Humans are products of their time and society, and all ideologies are influenced by the current environment.
She didn't want to offer Ah Ying a perfunctory consolation like "the future will be better," so she could only offer him a little support now, to help him get through the final stretch.
Amidst the busyness, some people noticed that Meng Gong and Wang Shuitao, the factory's rising star, seemed to have taken their relationship to the next level.
However, few dared to joke with them. Not to mention Engineer Meng, Wang Shuitao was not someone to be trifled with either.
The ruthlessness shown when he cracked down on the thief last time was even greater than that of the security department. His recent swift and decisive action against the Zhang family, who were eyeing him, has served as a warning to others who might be tempted to do the same.
The truth will eventually come out; after a few days, most people had a general idea of what had happened to the Zhang family.
No one accused Wang Shuitao of being cold-hearted. She could bring benefits and had the means to protect herself. People just quietly elevated her position to another level.
Only Qian Guang from the security department rushed over excitedly to offer his congratulations to his senior colleague, but seeing Meng Gong's indifferent glance, he slunk back without a second thought.
He scratched the back of his head in vain, not understanding how he had offended Engineer Meng.
The long-awaited liqueur sample is finally ready.
Taking advantage of the booming sales of the candy gift boxes developed by the sugar factory during the National Day holiday, Factory Director Sun Ming took samples to the city and then dragged his superiors to the province.
I want to get some support.
Unfortunately, the company in the provincial capital had an ambiguous attitude, and the one in the city followed suit, so Sun Ming had no choice but to return to the county town first.
The second batch of sugar beets from Heilongjiang Province has arrived.
It was the same five drivers as last time.
The hospitality was exactly the same as before, except that the dishes were changed.
This time, Yu Changhai, Zhang Jianping, and the others didn't even need to rest beforehand. To avoid any unforeseen complications, they carried their bags and went directly to the black market.
Of course, before leaving, they had already handed over to her the things that Jiang Manyun had asked them to take.
After the five individuals exaggerated the difficulty they faced in obtaining the goods, Wang Shuitao learned that most of these liqueur-filled candies were exported to Northern Europe.
Mainly Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Norway, and Iceland.
The combination of high sugar and alcohol is indeed very suitable for these places.
On the table was a white, round metal box with a string of English words printed on it.
Inside, there are two layers, with colorful plastic candy wrappers containing liqueur-filled candies, tied with a string to resemble a lucky bag.
Everyone present took a piece and tasted it carefully, comparing it with their own products.
Sun Ming exclaimed, "This chocolate really has a fresh flavor."
Jiang Manyun smacked his lips: "It's a bit strange, I can't get used to it."
Li Yuanhong nodded in agreement.
With her jaws clenched, Wang Shuitao gently opened the liqueur-filled candy in her mouth, determined to let every taste bud fully experience its unique flavor.
She hesitated, "Chocolate shouldn't be anything special abroad, it's not really a selling point. But the filling of this liqueur is different from ours. I just don't know if it's better or..."
Meng Songying said, "Even better."
The outer shell of chocolate is more airtight than that of starch shell, so the alcohol in the filling evaporates more slowly.
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