"I have plenty of clothes, I don't need to buy any."
Lin Que didn't argue with her anymore, he just walked over.
He turned off the gas stove, then took the spatula from her hand and put it back in its place.
"Let's go."
Half an hour later, at Henglong Plaza, the most upscale shopping mall in Jiangcheng.
Wang Xiulian felt like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden.
They are very careful about everything they look at, and even when walking, they are afraid of dirtying the shiny floor.
When Wang Xiulian's gaze swept over the price tag of a cashmere sweater,
She recoiled as if burned, quickly pulling her hand back.
She grabbed Lin Que's sleeve and pulled him outside.
"Let's go, Xiao Que, we're not going to shop here anymore. This isn't a clothing store, it's highway robbery!"
Her voice seemed to be trembling.
"One piece of clothing is worth a year's worth of our family's food expenses!"
"mom."
Lin Que didn't move; instead, he took his mother's somewhat rough hand in his own.
The tone was gentle.
"The past is the past. Now, I make money so that you can wear these clothes that are used to rob people."
Just try it on. Whether it looks good or not, whether you like it or not, you don't need to worry about the money.
"It's all the children's good intentions, so don't be so fussy!"
Lin Jianguo chimed in.
"Yes, Mom!"
Without saying a word, he shoved the dress into Wang Xiulian's arms and pushed her into the fitting room.
"Try these."
"Come on, ma'am, this is the fitting room."
The sales assistant, who initially displayed a somewhat aloof professionalism,
Upon seeing the black card that Lin Que casually pulled out, the smile on his face instantly became ten times warmer.
When Wang Xiulian changed into her new clothes and walked out of the fitting room with a stiff expression,
She looked at herself in the mirror, who seemed ten years younger.
There was unfamiliarity and surprise in her eyes, which finally turned into a little bit of damp mist.
That night, Lin Que almost compulsively dressed his parents in completely new clothes, inside and out.
When Lin Que got home, his phone rang.
"Mr. Lin, your car has been delivered downstairs."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Lin Que walked up to Lin Jianguo, who was watching TV, and pretended to be mysterious:
"Dad, let's go downstairs together. There's a package I need you to pick up."
Lin Jianguo muttered to himself, "What kind of express delivery requires the recipient to go downstairs to pick it up?"
He reluctantly followed Lin Que downstairs.
Downstairs, a brand-new black Mercedes-Benz sedan gleamed with a calm luster under the streetlights.
The car's lines are smooth, giving it a low-key yet sophisticated look.
A person in work clothes respectfully handed the car keys to Lin Jianguo.
Lin Jianguo was stunned.
"this……"
"I bought this for you."
Lin Que stood behind him, speaking in a relaxed tone.
"Your beat-up little car is over ten years old, it's time to replace it. You'll look more presentable when you go out in the future."
Lin Jianguo remained silent.
He walked around the new car again and again as if he didn't recognize it.
He reached out his hand, wanting to touch it.
He raised his hand halfway, then pulled it back.
He rubbed his pants hard before carefully touching the cool, smooth car door.
He turned around, his back to Lin Que, and his shoulders shrugged slightly.
Lin Que saw his father raise his hand and quickly wipe his eye with the back of his hand.
"cough."
Lin Jianguo cleared his throat; he didn't immediately look at Lin Que.
Instead, he walked around the car again before asking in a slightly hoarse voice:
"...Xiao Que, tell Dad the truth, is this money... really okay?"
His voice was low, tinged with nervousness.
Lin Que looked at his father's tense back and smiled:
"Dad, this is something I earned word by word with my pen. It's harder than steel bars and more solid than cement. Just focus on your work."
...
late at night.
Lin Que sat in front of the computer in his studio, feeling an unprecedented sense of peace and satisfaction.
He opened the email account belonging to "Jian Shen" to see if there were any new letters from readers.
An unread email lies quietly in the inbox.
From: Editorial Department of October Magazine.
Email Subject: [Invitation to Submit an Article]
"October",
The top three literary journals in Jiangsu Province.
Its status in the literary world is even a level higher than that of "New Tide".
Lin Que opened the email.
...
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