Dressed As the Villain’s Mother

Although Ji Zhile is small, he runs fast.

At this time, there were quite a few elderly people who came to exercise in the park. Originally, the conversation between the man and them did not cause any movement. It looked like a parent with a child and it would not attract people’s attention. But when the two children ran away, he wanted to catch up. There must have been a misunderstanding.

The man is holding the recording pen and mobile phone and has already got what he wants, so there is no need to chase after it.

The man walked away neatly, thinking that it would be good material to take today’s interview, go back, and put it online.

The interview video played by the local station two days ago, in which two children picked up the bottle, sparked a lot of discussion. It was edited and posted on the Internet. However, there was no capital operation and it was only spread in a small area.

The two children are cute and they speak in an orderly and polite manner. They are young. The contrast between doing things like picking up bottles is too great.

Plus the last sentence, ‘Don’t tell my mother, my mother hurts when she beats someone’, most people think it’s a child’s talk, which is quite interesting. But a small number of people think that this may be the reaction of children being abused by domestic violence. Otherwise, how could such a young child voluntarily come out to pick up trash?

As a reporter for the local gossip newspaper, the man has already sensed the traffic in the contradictions, so he visits the park from time to time. But unexpectedly, he actually runs into him.

Ji Zhile’s heart was pounding, afraid of being chased by a man. Although he was still very young, from what the man said, he felt that he was a bad person. He was going to the door to find the police uncle.

“Ji Zhile!”

Someone called him from behind and Ji Zhile ran even faster in fright.

“Ji Zhile, don’t run away!”

Ji Zhile’s footsteps slowed down slightly, her familiar voice sounded like his mother’s.

He stopped and turned his head. He saw his mother running towards him at a glance. Suddenly, all the fear in Ji Zhile’s heart seemed to be scared away. He ran towards his mother and hugged her thigh: “Mom!”

Si Tian was flattered at once. After all, Ji Zhile did not care about her at all yesterday and showed his vengeful character to the fullest, but today he is so enthusiastic.

She stroked Ji Zhile’s curly hair: “What’s wrong?”

She followed the two children far away and saw the man talking to them and giving them the bottle, so she thought it was Ji Zhile asking for it because a similar thing happened in the amusement park. But seeing Ji Zhile running, Si Tian chased after him. Ji Zhile was small but quite explosive.

Ji Zhile said, “That uncle is a bad guy.”

Si Tian was slightly startled: “What happened?”

Ji Zhile frowned and said, “The uncle said he was a reporter and wanted to interview us. He asked Mom if she hit me.”

Si Tian felt strange, is the reporter so free now? She also came to care about the child’s family, but Ji Zhile is not a starlet either.

“Why did he want to interview you?”

Just as Ji Zhile was about to say something, Xiao Yuan tugged at his arm. Ji Zhile shut up: “I won’t tell you.”

Xiao Yuan’s parents don’t know about him picking up the bottle and Ji Zhile wants to keep it a secret for his good friend.

Si Tian’s curiosity is not so strong: “Okay, then you go to sell bottles. Can I go with you?”

When Ji Zhile came out of the house this morning, he still felt that he hated his mother. But now that his mother appeared here, he did not feel disgusted anymore, so he nodded: “Yes.”

Si Tian smiled: “Thank you, Zhile.”

“Mom, why are you in the park?” Ji Zhile asked.

Si Tian decided to tell a beautiful lie: “I came for a walk, but I didn’t expect to run into you two. This must be God’s will.”

Ji Zhile seemed to like her words quite a bit and said very reservedly: “Yes.”

The two children were familiar with the way to the recycling station. Si Tian watched them sell the bottle for three yuan. Ji Zhile folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.

“Xiao Yuan, do you want a Coke? I’m rich now.” Ji Zhile said.

Xiao Yuan shook his head: “Coke is too expensive. I go home and drink water, it doesn’t cost money.”

This experience is also a very precious experience for Xiao Yuan. In the future, if he can’t learn well, he can pick up bottles. However, Xiao Yuan feels that picking up bottles earns too little money. It would be great if he could earn more.

The two children bid farewell and Si Tian took Ji Zhile home.

In the car, Ji Zhile took out the money, counted it carefully, and asked Si Tian: “Mom, do you want a Coke?”

The way he asked the question was very interesting, not like holding three yuan in his hand, but like holding three million in his hand. He was very grand. Si Tian thought it was funny and asked back: “Will you buy it for me?”

Ji Zhile nodded and said seriously: “You can buy a small bottle.”

Although he told Xiao Yuan in the morning that he would not give the money to his mother, just now his mother appeared in the park and hugged him. Ji Zhile felt that he could forgive her a little bit. He could also buy water for her, but the big bottle of Coke costs eight yuan. Ji Zhile only has three yuan now, so he can’t afford it.

“No, thank you, Zhile.” Si Tian could not use the money a three-year-old child earned by picking up bottles.

“You can keep it for yourself. You can buy whatever you want in the future.”

Ji Zhile thought for a while and said, “Okay.”

He has a lot of things he wants to buy. He wants to buy potato chips, chocolates, and KFC, but those are very expensive. Ji Zhile really wants to hurry to next week, because the teacher will open the exchange shop next week. There are a lot of small stickers and they will definitely be able to exchange for a lot of snacks at that time.

After returning home, the first thing Ji Zhile did was to go back to his room, put away the three yuan he got today, and then took out his small notebook of revenge. He decided to erase a little of his mother’s ridicule for him last night because today his mother hugged him in the park. He felt that he could forgive his mother a little.