Bi Yue was forced by her mother to wrap herself up like a dumpling. If you didn't know her, you would think she had just given birth in the hospital and was afraid of catching a cold.
Bi Yue pulled her headscarf, revealing her mouth, and asked:
"Now you remember how to take the bus, right?
Liu Yafang looked distressed, as if trying to coax her daughter into a discussion:
"Stop talking, you're already nagging. You're just a little girl, but you're even more nagging than an old woman like me."
Bi Yue sighed. She didn't want to either, okay?
You said they don’t know the directions, especially her mother, who is carsick. Why would they take the bus?
She waited so long that her uncle completed the discharge procedures for her early in the morning and only got home at noon.
The dumplings at Dacheng have to be boiled in hot water before eating. They are no longer dumplings, but wontons.
"Mom, why do you always do that..."
"What can I do to you? I work so hard every day and get no thanks."
Liu Yafang was just about to follow her daughter into the house to light the stove, but the mother and daughter ended up standing in the yard in a daze.
What is Cui Liu supporting? Oh my god, why are you crying like this?
Bi Yue looked at him with disgust, and whispered:
"Mom, go in and take a look. How can you cry like that in someone else's house? It's almost New Year's, and you still think our house isn't unlucky enough?"
No matter how Liu Yafang asked, Chen Cuiliu just kept crying and refused to tell her why. Liu Yafang went to Bi Yue's room with a puzzled look on her face.
Pushing the door open, before she could whisper to her daughter, Bi Yue was sitting by the stove, warming herself by the fire, and stretched out her little hand:
"Mom, where's the money?" (To be continued.)
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