Being treated as a thief
They were about to go home, and Song Xiaojuan wanted to take Zhao Jianian to Tiananmen Square for a walk. She saw Zhao Guomin was still squatting in the toilet. He was good in every way, except that he was slow.
Every time I go out, I have to go to the toilet first: "Zhao Guomin, hurry up! Your son is getting anxious."
"Wait a minute, I'll shave." Zhao Guomin was calm in the bathroom.
Song Xiaojuan was so angry that she could only roll her eyes outside.
By the time Zhao Guomin finished his dawdling, it was almost nine o'clock when the three of them arrived at Tiananmen Square. There were not many people around, let alone watch the flag-raising ceremony.
Song Xiaojuan has been in Beijing for so many years, but she has rarely visited the Forbidden City or taken photos here. This time is a good opportunity.
Song Xiaojuan shared her idea with Zhao Guomin, who was reluctant to go there. He had been there often when he was a child and had visited every corner, so there was nothing new about it.
But if he dared to say this to Song Xiaojuan, he would probably get scolded again. She was in a bad mood right now. He took Zhao Jianian over and said slowly: "How about another day? I'm a little hungry today. Let's go get some noodles with soybean paste. I tell you, the noodles with soybean paste are very authentic at this time. Do you want to eat some, son?"
Zhao Jianian didn't know whether he understood or not, and opened his mouth: "times"
Song Xiaojuan knew that Zhao Guomin was a cunning bastard. He didn't want to go, but he had to use the child as a cover.
Finally, she had no choice but to give in. Zhao Guomin led her through the alleys of the quadrangle courtyard, and after turning left and right, they finally found it.
"This store is located here. Does anyone come here?" Song Xiaojuan expressed her doubt as she looked at the small storefront in front of her.
Zhao Guomin put Zhao Jianian down: "Good wine needs no bush. I often came to his house to eat when I was a kid."
After dinner, Zhao Guomin took him to stroll around his former grandmother's house, and he actually saw her. His grandmother was only sixty years old now, but she walked and talked with full energy.
Although he was not close to his grandmother, she was still his relative after all, and it was still painful for him to meet her but not be able to recognize her.
The old lady was chatting with another old lady, and Zhao Guomin was standing next to her. The old lady thought he was a little strange: "Young man, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh, I want to ask how to get to Garden Street." Zhao Guomin said a name temporarily to cover up his panic.
The old lady raised her eyelids and said quickly: "We don't know about that. You can ask somewhere else. Our place is full of poor people and thieves don't like to come here." This clearly means that Zhao Guomin's behavior is not like that of a good person.
Zhao Guomin was so embarrassed that he could only touch his nose and look back every few steps as he walked away.
The old lady was still shouting from behind: "Why don't these young people learn their lesson? Years ago, these scoundrels would have been arrested and sentenced."
The "second-rate guy" Zhao Guomin was very depressed and kept muttering to himself, "Whose second-rate guy dresses so well?"
Song Xiaojuan watched the whole thing. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. After all, it was a sad story for Zhao Guomin.
Fortunately, he got over his anger quickly. He took her and her mother out for a walk for half a day in the afternoon, but they didn't visit any of the attractions they were supposed to visit. He bought some clothes and food for Zhao Jianian, and some big-brand cosmetics for Song Xiaojuan, and then was tricked by Zhao Guomin into going home.
When he arrived downstairs of the community, Zhao Jianian didn't know what he saw, so he ran forward and bumped into an aunt carrying vegetables in front of him. Song Xiaojuan quickly ran over, picked up Zhao Jianian, and apologized to her.
Auntie waved her hand: "It's okay, you are from Unit 2, Room 502, right?"
Song Xiaojuan nodded: "Yes, you are also a resident of Unit 2."
"I live across from you in 501, are you guys back from out of town?"
Although the aunt looked plainly dressed, she was very elegant and probably worked in a government office. Song Xiaojuan smiled and nodded: "Oh, what a coincidence! Are you going to buy groceries to prepare dinner?"
"Hey, my daughter is back from abroad and she wanted our roast duck, so I bought this for her. If it were just the two of us, we could have had a bite anyway."
The two started chatting as they walked upstairs.
Song Xiaojuan was also a supporter: "Oh, you studied abroad, that's incredible. When you come back, the government will arrange your job directly."
The aunt waved her hand again: "It can't be arranged. Her major is not suitable. She studies psychology. She can only open her own clinic in the future."
At this moment, Song Xiaojuan had an urge to thank God. It was really like a blessing in disguise. Everything was God's will.
Song Xiaojuan was so excited that her hands were shaking when she opened the door.
As soon as the door closed, she turned around to find Zhao Guomin, grabbed his arm and shook it: "Husband, husband, did you hear that?" At that moment, her eyes lit up.
Zhao Guomin took her hand away and put the things he was carrying on the shoe cabinet. He changed his slippers and said, "I heard you. I will visit you tonight. You should change your slippers now."
"Oh, I forgot in my excitement."
Song Xiaojuan's excitement lasted until the evening. Zhao Guomin went out to buy some fruit, and the two of them carried it to the next door and knocked on the door.
The aunt was quite surprised when she opened the door, and thought that Song Xiaojuan and her husband were too polite.
"A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. I have wanted to come for a long time, but I never lived here before and didn't have the chance. Today, everyone happens to be at home, so I came to bother you." Song Xiaojuan said, glancing at the layout of their house. It was similar to hers, with two bedrooms and a living room, but the decoration was very old.
The aunt was standing at the entrance, and behind her stood a well-mannered middle-aged man wearing glasses, who looked like a teacher.
Song Xiaojuan suddenly felt that she was a little impatient and reckless. How could such an educated family look down on a businessman like them? Isn't Qiu Yao the best example?
Zhao Guomin's thoughts were the same as Song Xiaojuan's, but he could pretend. As long as he wanted, he could say whatever he wanted to whomever he met.
He spoke in a refined manner, and he seemed to be following the other person's path. When asked where he had achieved success, Zhao Guomin had a look of regret on his face: "I'm from the countryside. I only went to junior high school and then stopped. I served in the army, and when I returned, I married my wife and we started our own small business."
The other person pushed his glasses and said, "You guys are pretty impressive, right? Young people these days are incredible. I heard you bought two houses in this park."
Song Xiaojuan was listening to their conversation and was a little surprised when she heard the other party mention two houses.
Perhaps fearing misunderstanding, the aunt took over the conversation: "When we bought the house, the girl selling the house pointed to the house opposite and said, 'Your family bought two houses!' Oh, you young people are really amazing! Where is your hometown?'"
Song Xiaojuan would definitely not miss such an opportunity to get closer to the other party, and she was very engaged in the conversation with the other party.
At this moment, there was a noise at the door, and then the door was opened, and a fashionable girl with big wavy hair and wearing flared pants with a black suit jacket, a small camisole with exposed belly button, walked in.
When he saw them, his brows frowned and then relaxed.
The auntie spoke first: "You're back! This is our neighbor across the street. Come over to say hello."
The fashionable girl clearly had no desire to greet them. She casually dropped her bag on the edge of the sofa and glanced at Song Xiaojuan: "Aren't there a wealthy couple living next door who don't live there all year round?"
Song Xiaojuan was glad that she didn't drink the water, otherwise she might have spit it out. People who have studied abroad speak so directly. Her parents are quite traditional, but she didn't expect her daughter to be so independent.
She smiled and replied: "Even local tycoons need doctors. I've been suffering from postpartum depression since I gave birth to my son. I went back to Beijing to find a doctor, but I went to all the hospitals and none of them could treat this." The other party was a direct person, so she didn't want to beat around the bush. It would be best to explain her situation directly. Besides, she needed "patients" now.
The other person's interest really piqued when he heard this. His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly: "Who told you about postpartum depression? What are the symptoms? Tell me."
The aunt was quite embarrassed and quickly pulled her daughter aside: "Sun Zhao, do you have any manners?"
Song Xiaojuan quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay, Auntie. Miss Sun also knows about this disease."
"Strictly speaking, this isn't a disease. It's a mental illness. Please explain it to me in detail."
Song Xiaojuan looked around with an embarrassed expression. Sun Zhao understood and asked Song Xiaojuan to go to her bedroom.
At this time, Zhao Guomin was still in shock. How could Sun Zhao look so much like "his mother"? Not just similar, he looked exactly like his mother when she was young! Even the name hadn't changed.
The moment she came in, I almost called her mom, but my mom was very gentle and polite.
What on earth is going on? He originally thought that after he wore it, his biological mother and father no longer existed.
It seems that this is not the case. Then does his father still exist? Oh my god, they will get married in the future and then give birth to a "him". That would be funny. She is younger than her own son.
He himself was confused.
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Xiao Zhao was a little confused.
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