In the small town, there are only a few vendors on the central street, and even in the big stores it seems like there isn't much to buy.
Bi Cheng called Bi Yue and learned about the situation. He insisted on using a truck to buy the necessary items from Nanjing and then deliver them to his sister.
Bi Yue thought about it and decided to forget it.
The Yueliangwan branch in Nanjing was building a building in full swing, and her brother was too busy to take care of it. Besides, there was no need to make it special, so she rejected Bi Cheng.
She drove with her two children straight to the nearby Mingguang County, just in time to urge the furniture store there to deliver the goods to her as soon as possible.
"Master, how much is this carpet per meter? Is it made of acrylic? Don't you have anything better? Oh, no, never mind. This is the size of my floor. Go ahead and cut it. Could you please deliver it to me today?"
Outside, in the red jeep, Xiaoxi, holding her rag doll, glanced at the store entrance through the car window, lowered her head, and whispered to herself, "Grandma."
The little dragon pulled down the car door. He knew that his mother had locked him and his sister in the car again: "Sister, grandma is not here."
Xiaoxi was reminded of this fact and felt like crying. She tilted her head to look at her brother. The frightened little dragon waved his hands quickly: "Don't cry, it's no use."
As soon as Bi Yue appeared at the door of the store, the two children, some kneeling and some climbing through car windows, all looked at her eagerly.
Bi Yue went back to the car and discussed with the two children:
"What should we do next? Have you helped Mom remember it?"
Little girl: "Mom."
"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"
"go home."
Bi Yue felt helpless and a little regretful for not leaving the children with Sister Cui. It was indeed inconvenient to take them out. In fact, in the final analysis, it was still because she was afraid of bothering her.
Bi Yue was steering the wheel and looking ahead. She missed Liu Yafang more at this moment.
She brought the children to Chengdu when they were four or five months old. At that time, she didn't feel they were a burden at all. Wasn't it because her parents were there to help raise them? Having someone to help her made a lot of things easier, alas.
The two babies noticed that their mother didn't respond, and they thought she was unhappy because they were quite good at reading her facial expressions.
Xiaoxi didn't dare to say anything and went home.
The little dragon made a small request:
"Mom, I want to go down for a walk later too." I have been out for quite some time, but I am just sitting in the car. I am so bored.
Bi Yue's heart softened immediately after hearing her son's words. She turned around and hugged and kissed the two children, stroking their faces and discussing:
"Okay, I won't lock you in the car. I'm worried. But we have to agree: you can't run around, and you must hold my hand. You must be obedient wherever you go, and tell me when you're tired. Don't lose your temper, okay? You must stay with me, okay? Then we'll make a promise."
In the narrow carriage, two children's cheerful childish chatter echoed: "Let's make a promise and stick to it for a hundred years."
"Mom? Press the stamp."
"good!"
Bi Yue had a briefcase slung over her arm, which contained not only a stack of money but also toilet paper and handkerchiefs for the children, while the two children each had a small water bottle around their necks.
The one holding his mother's clothes to walk, and the other holding his mother's hand to keep up with her pace, the two little adults look extremely well-behaved.
"Big sister, how much is this plastic bathtub? Do you have a larger size? Haha, they love playing in the water, so a size too small won't do. By the way, can you deliver it?"
The older sister was very enthusiastic and took out a rope and suggested: "I'll tie you to the back seat of the bicycle."
Bi Yue took the two treasures to walk on the street again. After a while, she said a few words to the merchant:
"Do you have a pressurized kettle? I already have that at home, but I want a pressurized one so my kids can pour the water themselves."
After a while, he asked again: "Hey? How much are those two small plastic stools of yours? Give me a red one. Oh, Xiaoxi doesn't want the pink one, and the other one is blue. Yes, my daughter is busy and my son is honest."
She'd have to ask a few more questions if she bought something else. After all that waiting in line, she was thirsty. She was drinking from her son's small kettle.
Bi Yue filled the jeep with all sorts of things, and even had lunch with her two children, eating noodles outside.
When I finally took the two children to pick up the freshly made curtains, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. The two children were obviously unable to walk, and they looked sleepy and listless because they didn't sleep at noon.
There is no need for others to feel sorry for the children. Bi Yue also feels that her two babies are the poor ones. In just this short day, it seems that their skin has become darker, so she is extra nice to them and even buys them ice cream when they ask for it.
The young wife who sells curtains was quite envious when Bi Yue came to order and choose the pattern. She was quite puzzled and chatted with the older sister who was helping her:
"When did such a young lady come to our county? Whose family is she from? Why haven't I seen her before? She must be visiting relatives. She's dressed so nicely."
But when she came to pick up the curtains a few hours later, the young woman selling curtains was stunned by Bi Yue's appearance.
She carried a child on her back, held a child in front of her, and had a black leather bag slung over her arm. As she walked, her body made a ringing sound, like a phone ringing in her bag, but she didn't care to pay attention to it.
The boy behind her was clutching a melted popsicle in his hand. He seemed half asleep, yet he insisted on keeping his eyes open while mumbling to the woman, "Mom, the phone is ringing."
The little girl in front of me twitched her face, rubbed her eyes, and almost cried, "When are you going home? Mom is tired."
The woman stood by the sewing machine. Before she could ask if the curtains were finished, she immediately soothed her child, saying, "You're tired, aren't you holding me here? Hang on a little longer."
The girl's words moved the young wife who made curtains. She felt that she would rather do more work and pay the fine just to have a daughter:
"I mean mommy is tired, don't hold me anymore, you can walk."
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