As for Shen Mo, Qiu Xia took her to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some nice fabrics.
She was so envious that she bought two for herself.
He did not forget his sister in the country and brought her two pairs of shoes.
"I want to give some to my grandmother and mother-in-law. They are both very kind to me."
Qiu Xia touched her chest and said, "They should have very high standards. You should buy something better. Do you have enough tickets?"
Shen Mo took out a stack of money from the bag: "Are these enough? They were all given to me by my grandma."
"That's really enough."
This supply and marketing cooperative already has the most styles, although Shen Mo still thinks the colors are very monotonous.
I picked two pieces of clothing for my grandma and mother-in-law respectively.
The two were tired after a day of shopping and planned to go back for lunch. Lu Qingyang would come to pick her up in a while.
She bumped into a handsome young man, who raised his head and glared at her angrily:
"Do you have eyes?"
Shen Mo apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry, but I have eyes."
꿁年 snorted coldly: "Poor guy! Wise up!"
Shen Mo tilted her head: "What are you afraid of?"
"Hmph." His words meant that she should be smarter. She looked older than him, so how could she be so stupid?
Shen Mo saw his contemptuous look and knew that he didn't say anything good.
Qiu Xia rolled her eyes at the child and said, "You are so young, keep your mouth shut! How could you be like this without any education? Didn't your parents teach you well?"
"What does it have to do with my master?"
"Just now you were looking around and didn't even look at the situation ahead. You bumped into someone and that's not our fault. We apologized, so you should apologize. How can you just curse people in a foreign language?"
Xiao Nian had a gloomy face, and he was getting more and more annoyed with the two women. When he saw his mother coming over, he started to cry:
"Wow, mom, come here quickly, someone is bullying me, wuwuwu!"
The sharp cry of a young girl was extremely piercing in the slightly noisy environment of the supply and marketing cooperative.
The crowd's eyes instantly focused on him, with a hint of interest in watching the fun.
Qiu Xia put her hands on her waist, obviously amused by the "evildoer complaining first" this year. Just as she was about to scold a few more words, she saw a middle-aged woman with decent clothes and a slightly noble temperament hurried over from the counter next to her.
Her face was somewhat similar to that of the previous year, with a frown on her face. Seeing her son crying "sadly", she immediately stepped forward to protect him with distress, her eyes sweeping towards Shen Mo and Qiu Xia like a knife.
"What's going on? What are you two adults doing around my son?" The woman's voice was not loud, but it was strong. "He's still a child! Is there anything you can't talk about peacefully? Do you think you have the guts to bully a child?"
"Comrade, you can't say that!" Qiu Xia was not a pushover and immediately responded, "It was obvious that your child didn't look at the road when walking and bumped into my friend. We apologized to him, but he didn't apologize and cursed us in foreign languages! We told him to keep his mouth shut, but he rolled on the ground and said we bullied him? Who taught him to do that?"
Qiu Xia spoke with full energy and clarity, and explained the whole cause and effect clearly in an instant.
The woman's face darkened. She lowered her head and asked her son who was still pretending to cry: "Wenjie, are they bullying you anymore? Tell mom the truth!"
She obviously listened selectively to her son's "accusations".
The young man named Wenjie immediately pointed at Chen Mo and resumed his previous contempt: "She bumped into me! It hurts! They were also mean to me and scolded me together! Mom, look at how poorly they are dressed, and yet they are still mean to me!"
He deliberately emphasized the word "poor".
"You! What I'm wearing is shabby? I'm wearing the most fashionable clothes recently." Qiu Xia was so angry that she wanted to step forward to argue, but Shen Mo quickly held her back.
Shen Mo looked at the mother and son, and her anger rose.
The collision just now was obviously not serious, and the boy did not look injured at all when he was cursing with full force.
She took a deep breath and met the mother's scrutinizing gaze:
"We are all Chinese. We heard clearly what he just said in English. You asked him to curse in a foreign language. Is he Chinese or a foreigner?"
Some people around began to talk in a low voice, and looked at the mother and son with a hint of disapproval in their eyes. Nowadays, patriotic sentiments are quite high, and it is indeed inappropriate to curse people in a foreign language.
She obviously didn't want to dwell on the details of whether her son cursed or not, but was more obsessed with Shen Mo's attitude and "poor" dress:
"Hmph, sharp-tongued! My son has always been sensible and obedient, how could he curse at others casually? But you, you speak with an accent, obviously not a local, and you rushed into the supply and marketing cooperative recklessly, and you blamed the child for being immature after hitting someone? Good manners? I think you need to learn some good manners!"
She raised her lower body proudly: "My husband is the section chief of the Foreign Affairs Office and often receives foreign guests. My son has received bilingual education since he was a child. He has been influenced by his parents and naturally knows more than ordinary people! What do you know? If you don't understand, don't come here and talk nonsense!"
She used her husband's identity to try to use her power to overwhelm others.
Shen Mo's eyes turned cold, and she took a deep breath. In the past, she really wanted to punch directly, but she was afraid that the mother and son could not bear two punches, so she could only suppress her anger: "Your husband holds an important position and serves the country. He deserves respect, but this has nothing to do with what happened today. No matter what his background is, what his family background is, or how many languages he knows, basic human courtesy and honesty are the minimum bottom line. If you bump into someone, you should apologize, and if you are bumped into, you should accept an apology. This is a principle that even children should understand. The fact that the brat cursed and framed others has nothing to do with whose son he is, and has nothing to do with whether he knows English or not. If he doesn't understand, then you should teach him."
She paused, her eyes swept over the mother and son whose faces had turned ugly, and said clearly: "Did you just blame our upbringing? I think our upbringing taught us to apologize when we do something wrong, not to curse people, not to confuse right and wrong, and not to take advantage of our family status to belittle others at will! As for your upbringing, it seems that it has only taught your son to be arrogant and rude."
The woman's face turned red and white. She was used to being flattered and respected. How could she have been so embarrassed by a "poor" girl in public?
She was so angry that her fingers were shaking: "You! Who do you think you are to teach me a lesson like this? Apologize to me! Apologize to my son!"
At this time, a deep but clear voice came from the door of the supply and marketing cooperative:
"Wanfen, what's wrong? What happened?"
Yu Hongyuan had been waiting outside for his wife and children, but he didn't see them come out. Instead, he heard a noisy quarrel inside and walked in.
But when he saw Shen Mo's face, he froze there, unable to calm down for a long time.
Xia Wanfen saw her husband and went up to him, "Hongyuan, we met a person with no manners. He insisted on arguing with us and refused to let us go."
But I saw that the other person seemed to have lost his soul.
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