Chapter 22
After Song Youran transferred 200,000 yuan to Wei Qiang, the balance on his phone showed that he might have to live on poverty for a long time to come.
Once we return to the time before liberation.
He scribbled in his draft book, calculating the annual cost of raising a child.
Kindergarten tuition, interest class fees, outdoor play at least once a week, travel during long holidays, and buying toys at least three times a month because he can't live without what other children have...
Song Youran scratched her head. What a troublesome child! Couldn't she just drink water and grow like a plant?
At least he has to be raised until he is eighteen years old. Multiplying the huge number by thirteen, Song Youran came up with an astronomical figure on the draft paper.
Throwing the pen. Send this child away quickly, he doesn't want to raise him anymore!
There is something growing on my aunt's back.
Song Youran chuckled: "Just focus on your own things, don't worry about me."
The aunt was worried, thinking, "What have I done wrong recently? This young man is actually following her around like a supervisor."
Auntie went to the room, Song Youran went to the room, Auntie went to the kitchen, and Hou Bei Ling went to the kitchen;
Auntie couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Song, do you have any problem with me?"
Song Youran shook her head. "I have no problem with you. I just have a question I want to ask you."
You should have said it earlier.
The auntie likes to chat with young people. She put down the rag and said, "Ask whatever you want. I have walked more bridges than you have walked roads, so I can give you some advice."
Song Youran asked, "Is the guest bedroom also cleaned every day?"
He kicked the robot vacuum away and asked, "How often do you mop the floor?"
His fingertips slid across the glass: "What kind of cloth do you use to clean the windows?"
Pushing open the bathroom door: "What are the steps for cleaning the sink?"
The auntie's expression was tense. She answered each question clearly, and finally said, "I like cleanliness myself. I clean quite frequently and never skimp on the steps. If you think it's not enough, I can make it more detailed."
"No need." Song Youran shook her head. "Auntie, you've done great."
Auntie wasn't fooled by Song Youran's lies. She felt something was about to happen, and sure enough—
Song Youran said, "Auntie, we've gotten along pretty well these past two years. I just think you're too tired. You're getting older, so how about this? Starting next week, you don't have to come."
He quickly paid the aunt's wages, applied for a small account, and handed the business card to Secretary Cen.
Song Youran: Secretary Cen, this is Aunt Zhang’s new account. The previous one was stolen and is no longer used. From now on, salary payments will be made to this new account.
Secretary Cen: Received.
Song Youran received the news that Secretary Cen’s friend verification was successful on his second account, and immediately sent him a message: Mr. Cen, I’m sorry, the previous account is no longer needed. Your salary will be paid to this account in the future.
Followed by a thank you filled with ribbons and flowers.
Secretary Cen replied: OK.
Wen Chu found that breakfast had changed. There was no stuffing in the buns, and some parts were dry and wrinkled, not steamed.
He took a bite, spat it out, and threw it into the trash can along with the plastic bag.
Song Youran was displeased: "Is it really that unpalatable?"
Wen Chu drank some water and rinsed his mouth: "I don't like buns."
Song Youran gritted her teeth: "This is a steamed bun with milk flavor!"
Wen Chu was puzzled: "Why are you so angry?"
Song Youran choked: "You're mistaken, I'm not angry."
At noon, after lunch, the two walked out of the cafeteria together. Song Youran said that he would not go back to the classroom and wanted to go out for a while.
Wen Chu followed him to the carport and saw him put on his helmet. He asked unhappily, "Are you going to your classmate's house again?"
Song Youran was still trying to think of an excuse to get rid of Wen Chu, but Wen Chu immediately found one for him. He quickly said, "That's right, I'm going to a classmate's house. You're really smart."
The person being praised for being smart gave a cold look: "You went to your classmate's house, didn't he go with you?"
Song Youran's eyes rolled around. "He...he left as soon as get out of class was over. He's probably waiting for me at home now. Oh, enough talking. I have to go."
He straddled his electric scooter with his long legs and shouted to Wen Chu without turning his head, "Go back to the classroom by yourself."
Wen Chu stood outside the carport, watching the electric scooter rush onto the road and disappear into the distance outside the gate at the school gate.
Song Youran opened the apartment door, walked around the room, and then squatted on the ground with her head in her hands.
In just one night and one morning, the living room, bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom were all in a mess.
Is it possible for people to not be active, or to just stay in one place?
Song Youran resigned herself to her fate and lifted the quilt. Let's make the bed first...
After a busy week, fortunately Wen Chu went to class as usual on Saturday, so Song Youran could take a break.
After sending her parents to school in the morning, Song Youran returned to the apartment, took her time to clean up the room, and then slowly went to the balcony to collect clothes.
I piled the clothes on the sofa and folded them one by one. I was going to take them to the closet, but after picking them up, I felt something was wrong. It seemed that my aunt didn't fold them like this.
There are short videos online that teach how to fold clothes.
Song Youran took out her cell phone. The video website pushed all dog videos to her on the homepage based on user preferences. There was a dog on the cover that looked like Dahui. Song Youran clicked it to watch, and then, she couldn't stop.
By the time I realized it, the morning was already over, the pre-made breakfast for next week hadn't been made yet, the bathroom hadn't been cleaned, the floor hadn't been mopped, and the glass hadn't been wiped.
Although the fly legs are meat, it is really tiring and trivial.
Wen Chu came back and saw Song Youran asleep on the coffee table with a pile of clothes on the sofa.
"uncle."
Song Youran opened his eyes and was so frightened by the magnified face of Wen Chu that he leaned back. His arms were pulled and he fell headfirst into Wen Chu's arms. He raised his head and cursed, "You want to scare me to death?"
Wen Chu blinked, his face full of innocence: "You forgot to pick me up today."
Song Youran laughed, "Really?"
I picked up my phone, but the screen was pitch black and wouldn't light up. I guess watching videos drained the battery, so the alarm didn't go off.
Song Youran said stubbornly, "I didn't go to pick you up, but you came back anyway."
Wen Chu said, "I walked back, my legs are so sore."
He collapsed on the sofa with his limbs limp, looking as if all the bones in his body were broken.
Song Youran squatted down beside him and ruffled his hair. "Why are you so angry? It's not like I've walked back from school before. It's only a twenty-minute walk. What? Did you walk for two hours?"
Wen Chu didn't say anything and buried his face in the pillow.
Song Youran stood up and said, "Auntie's cooking. Do you want to eat? You've been walking for two hours, so you should be hungry, right?"
Wen Chu revealed his face and looked at Song Youran.
Song Youran kicked the sofa leg. "Do you want to eat?"
Wen Chu sat up: "Eat."
Wen Chu took two bites of the food Song Youran had heated up and put down his chopsticks.
Song Youran asked, "Have you eaten at school?"
"No."
Wen Chu looked at the food on the table and said, "It tastes terrible."
Song Youran was so angry that he couldn't breathe. What did that mean? This was a feast he had spent most of the afternoon painstakingly preparing!
"Do you know how to appreciate it? If you have a picky palate, don't blame the food for being bad." Song Youran picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the dish. "Aside from being a little salty and raw, what else is wrong?"
Seeing this, Song Youran couldn't say anything. She snorted coldly, "Be content. Auntie works hard to cook. It's good enough to have something to eat."
Wen Chu looked at Song Youran with a strange look, which made her feel uneasy. She had no choice but to give in. "Just tell me what you want to say. If there's anything that needs improvement, I'll tell Auntie."
Wen Chu retorted: "No."
Song Youran didn't believe it. "Just say whatever you want to say. Auntie isn't the type to be unable to accept criticism."
Wen Chu: "There's nothing to say."
Song Youran's brows relaxed: "You said that yourself, no one forced you." She put the plates on the table into the kitchen, washed the dishes, and came out to carry the clothes from the living room to the room.
Wen Chu saw that he was skilled in his movements and asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"Um?"
Song Youran followed Wen Chu's gaze and looked down at the clothes in her arms. She said nonchalantly, "It's just a piece of cake. It doesn't take much effort."
Wen Chu disagreed: "Auntie, are you leaving without finishing your work?"
Song Youran exploded: "Just now I asked you to speak but you didn't. Now I'm not asking you to speak, and you have objections again?"
Wen Chu shook his head: "No problem."
Song Youran went to the bedroom angrily, and Wen Chu sent a message to Secretary Cen: Replace the aunt in the apartment.
Secretary Cen asked what happened.
Wen Chu didn't explain to him, just said "as soon as possible".
Wen Chu thought that it was inevitable that a person would become lazy after working at a job for a long time.
Song Youran, who was hiding in the bedroom, stroking his chest and sighing, didn't know that he was about to be fired.
After charging my phone, I saw the message Wei Qian sent me at noon, saying that she was going to take Xie Dong to learn piano.
Song Youran called to inquire about the situation. "Dongdong already has two hobby classes, and with piano added to the mix, he's probably too busy."
Wei Qian said: "Dongdong is not sure about his personality right now. Let him try whatever he is interested in. When he grows up and knows what he really likes, then let him focus on it."
Now that things have come to this, you have to spend money even if you don’t want to.
By the way, I transferred this month's living expenses over. They also said that Xie Dong liked a drone.
Song Youran questioned, "How old is he? Can he play?"
Wei Qian said, "One of his classmates bought one. It's a miniature one. I think it should be playable."
Song Youran sighed, "Buy, buy, buy."
I thought to myself, what a sin I have committed.
He spread out the draft paper, wrote and drew again, and calculated how many digits would be needed to raise five-year-old Xie Dong to eighteen years old.
Headache.
The balance in the bank card will not increase no matter how hard you try. Song Youran clapped his hands and said, "Just beg for food. Dignity is nothing compared to life."
He pushed open the door of the study. Wen Chu sat in the chair, looking down at the computer on the desk.
They must be in a meeting. Song Youran heard a lot of chirping, but didn't understand a single word.
Alas, the gap between people.
Song Youran closed the door gently.
Wen Chu raised his head from behind the desk and looked towards the door. The person in the video asked: Do you have any questions?
Wen Chu returned his gaze to the computer screen: "No. You continue."
Song Youran went back to the bedroom to change clothes and went downstairs to run.
There is a park near the apartment, and Song Youran jogged along the road around the park.
Halfway through the run, I saw a person and a dog next to me. The big dog was particularly eye-catching, with long white fur swaying in the wind. I had seen it several times in the park before.
The young man followed Song Youran's pace and asked, "Why don't you go run in the park?"
Song Youran said, "There are a lot of people."
The young man laughed: "That's right, the weather is warm and people are coming out."
After running for a while, the young man was getting closer and closer to Song Youran. The trail was not wide to begin with, and their arms were almost touching.
The young man spoke again: "I often see you running here."
Song Youran: "Haha." He quickened his pace.
The young man, who was gradually falling behind, fixed his eyes on Song Youran's straight back. He took a deep breath and caught up with her: "You have a nice figure."
Song Youran narrowed her eyes and said, "Brother, I'm only fifteen years old. Please don't be so harsh with your words."
The young man was amazed: "Really? You are so powerful at such a young age, it's amazing." Instead of retreating, he moved forward, and his hot breath drifted straight towards Song Youran's neck.
Song Youran slowed down his pace, turned his head to look at the young man, and revealed his true nature: "Get out of the way!"
"The road is not yours."
The young man stretched out his hand to block Song Youran's way: "Don't be angry, I'll give you Lele, let's be friends."
"Who the hell wants to pet your dog?"
The road ahead was blocked, so Song Youran turned around. Unexpectedly, a big dog was squatting behind him, and he almost crushed the dog's head with his foot.
"Little friend, if you like something, you can't hide it. Look, Lele's eyes are shining, don't you know that?"
The big dog had the same character as its owner. The more others gave in, the more aggressive it became. There was a curb next to them, and Song Youran couldn't dodge it in time and didn't pay attention to her feet.
After the meeting, Wen Chu didn't find Song Youran in the bedroom. He went to the kitchen to get some water. He unscrewed the bottle and drank half of it when he saw a cookbook on top of the refrigerator. He flipped through two pages and found a few dishes that looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.
Hearing the door open, he went out with a bottle of water and saw Song Youran limping in.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Chu looked down.
Song Youran wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "It's okay, I just twisted it accidentally."
He was casual, and as he walked towards the bathroom he said, "It's so hot, I need to take a shower."
Wen Chu thought he just twisted his body a little and didn't take it seriously.
At night, Song Youran moved around in her quilt, keeping Wen Chu awake. He lifted the quilt, turned on the light, and asked the person next to him, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Youran's lips were pale, and she closed her eyes and said, "It's okay."
Wen Chu lowered his head and leaned in closer to carefully discern the expression on Song Youran's face: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Song Youran opened her eyes a little, as if embarrassed and not daring to look at anyone: "...feet."
Wen Chu pushed away all the quilts on both of them, lifted up Song Youran's pajamas, and her ankle seemed to be swollen.
"Does it hurt?" Wen Chu reached out and poked the swollen area, feeling Song Youran's body tremble slightly.
Song Youran didn't say anything, and Wen Chu asked again, "Doesn't it hurt?" At the same time, his fingers continued to poke the wound.
Song Youran grabbed Wen Chu's arm and gritted her teeth: "Do you want to be beaten?"
Wen Chu withdrew his hand: "I don't want to."
Although Song Youran's eyes were red, she didn't shed a single tear.
Why isn't he crying yet? Wen Chu thought.
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