Bi Yue acted as if she didn't care whether the money was given or not. She went upstairs after she finished speaking. It seemed that she really didn't want to be serious about it.
Liu Yafang was stunned. Looking at the figure going up the stairs, she was a little unsure what her daughter meant.
You know, not long ago, when Bi Yue and Bi Cheng just made their first money from trading goods abroad, they had several thousand yuan in their hands. At that time, she only gave her brother Fenghe 20 yuan, and her daughter would have a big quarrel with her just by standing in the backyard.
Because of the twenty dollars, she was so angry that she cried. Danier also cried so hard that she ran out of the house in the middle of the night.
It's 300 yuan now. How long ago did that happen? Why did your attitude change so drastically?
For a moment, Liu Yafang felt it was too unreal.
She thought there would be another quarrel just now, and the moment she was caught, she even felt that if Fenghe was included, the three of them would definitely quarrel in chaos.
That's why she said a lot of things preemptively, but nothing happened.
Liu Yafang picked up the watermelon peel that Bi Yue had eaten and threw it into the trash can. She wiped the table with a rag a few times, then paused. Her comforting sigh echoed in the living room:
"The girl has grown up."
…
Bi Yue went upstairs while shaking her head. She knew her mother was staring at her without turning around.
Three hundred yuan, the purchasing power of three hundred yuan in the 1980s. The reason for spending it was not to borrow money for an emergency, but to give it for free. It was given to the lazy, cunning and treacherous uncle. To be honest, I felt so sorry for her.
She wanted to snatch it back and spend it on the people at home, but she couldn't do that.
Just now, when her mother and uncle saw her, they were as surprised as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Her uncle had been caught and could show whatever expression he wanted, but her mother looked like that. For some reason, Bi Yue felt that Liu Yafang looked too fragile like that.
That expression makes people look sad.
As parents, no matter the money, they have to look at their children's moods when deciding who to give the subsidies to. If they are caught, they have to use loud voices to explain the reasons for giving the money, as if they are right just because they speak louder.
During her time in Kyoto, her mother learned to buy expensive clothes and shoes for her and her two younger brothers, but she still loves to buy cheap and discounted things for herself. She is reluctant and careful.
But why was she so generous with her uncle? Three hundred yuan didn't mean much to her, but for someone like her mother, how much courage did that take?
Maybe, just because I care.
That's right, he's the only brother, and he's also their biological child. The older sisters are all so naive, knowing clearly that their brother is unreliable and that their mother herself can't trust him, otherwise they would still pull money and talk him into a fight, hoping to help him out.
Bi Yue went to the third floor and passed by one of the rooms when she heard her uncle humming in the room:
"I looked around, wondering where you were hiding. The young lady walked into the green tent..."
I was speechless for a moment, feeling angry and amused at the same time.
My uncle is just not that good.
Did he know his sister would be so upset over giving him three hundred yuan? He didn't even focus on singing. He was just happy to get the money, not thinking about anything else.
Bi Yue warned herself that no one should wear a mask while alive.
For her mother's sake, forget about the nonsense her uncle said with a smile when her grandfather passed away. Otherwise, she will always have trouble celebrating that festival, and her mother will be the one who suffers.
Don't worry about whether the money is wasted or not. Her mother doesn't care about clothes and she just likes to help her younger brother. Just think of this money as buying her comfort and making her mother happy.
…
The next morning, Liu Fenghe sat at the dining table with his legs crossed and asked Bi Yue:
"Niece, how much did this house cost in total? I guess that's what the landlord used to live in. And you can even take a hot shower. And that big bed is so soft it almost falls apart after a good night's sleep. It's such a luxury."
Liu Yafang in the kitchen, holding a basket of steamed buns, quickened her pace and walked into the house.
She knew clearly in her heart that her daughter looked down on Fenghe and was very sensitive when the word money was mentioned. If she could stop her from saying anything else, it would be better.
Bi Yue took a sip from the bowl of porridge and replied casually, "I don't know. My uncle paid for it all. My aunt managed the bill and asked someone to pay it. Uncle, you took a hot bath last night, but my mother had to heat the boiler for you on the first floor. Otherwise, how would you get the hot water? There's no hot spring under our house."
"Ah?" Liu Fenghe stared at Liu Yafang who came into the house with wide eyes: "Sister, this is ridiculous. I thought I brought it myself. It's so hot, and you're burning the boiler? Just say something, I'm not a stranger, I can just wash it in the yard."
Liu Yafang handed Liu Feng a steamed bun and said, "I'll let you enjoy it. I'll enjoy it while you suffer. Eat quickly. Even eating won't stop your mouth. Go home quickly after you finish eating. You can't let Xiaoyan do all the work. She has a child to worry about."
"It's okay, hehe, and my father-in-law knows I'm here." Liu Fenghe said disapprovingly. Seeing Bi Yue stand up to serve porridge, he pushed his own bowl:
"Drink this. It's already cold. Yueyue, do you like millet porridge? I'll bring you a bag of millet tomorrow."
Bi Yue was about to say, "Your millet is so expensive," but she swallowed it along with the porridge.
Come back tomorrow? Don't.
Bi Yue wanted to say a few rude words to her uncle, but she had to force herself to hold it in. In the end, she could only pick up a steamed bun and hand it over: "You eat it." But she didn't say anything. She got angry when her uncle said anything. She got angry when he gave her food.
Bi Yue's tangled state came to an end when she saw her uncle leaving her house with a chicken in his left hand and half a bag of flour in his right hand.
The mother and daughter sighed together: "Alas!"
This time it was easier to talk, Liu Yafang looked up at Bi Yue and explained again:
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