Double Life: My whole world is you

February 2008, 2, the tenth day of the first lunar month, was sunny and a good time to move. On the night of the ninth day, everyone worked on cutting horseshoes until one in the morning. On the morning of the tenth day, Cheng's mother got up and packed their things into four bags. When Cheng Qiao and Cheng Zhu got up, Cheng's mother had already prepared breakfast. After Cheng Qiao and Cheng Zhu finished breakfast, Cheng's mother saw that it was almost time and glanced at the two people next door who had not gotten up yet. She whispered at the door, "Fang, Wei, there are noodles in the pot. You can get up and heat them up and eat."

"Okay, aunt." Weiwei's voice came out lazily.

Cheng Ma no longer cared about the two of them. She carried a bag on her back, then picked up another bag and went out first. Cheng Qiao and Cheng Zhu each carried themselves and their schoolbags, and each carried a bucket with their toiletries in it, and followed Cheng Ma.

The three of them arrived at the Heyuan community, and the homeowner Ji was waiting. After seeing the three of them, she hurriedly helped Cheng's mother get a bag. Cheng Zhu called out sweetly, "Hello, Aunt Ji."

"Hello, you will have to climb the stairs in the future." Aunt Ji said as they walked.

"We are not afraid of hard work." Cheng Zhu responded.

Several people came to the door of the third unit of their building, and Aunt Ji handed them the key, "Sister Wang, I made three keys for each of you upstairs and downstairs. We didn't keep any for ourselves."

"Thank you so much, little sister Ji." After Cheng's mother took the key, she took the bag from her hand and said, "It's so high, I can carry it up by myself."

"It's okay, Sister Wang. I also had to climb up and down several times a day before." Aunt Ji took the bag from Cheng Ma's hand again. "Yours is not heavy. Sister Wang, the stairs are a bit high. You should buy less rice and oil at a time in the future, so as not to hurt your waist."

Several people went up the stairs panting. After Cheng's mother opened the door, Aunt Ji brought the contract and prepared a pen and ink. After signing and paying the money, Aunt Ji left. Cheng's mother looked around the house and finally stood alone in the kitchen, secretly wiping away tears.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Cheng Zhu was puzzled.

Cheng's mother said, "I'm so happy. I finally have my own home. I don't have to worry about going to the toilet anymore."

Cheng Qiao walked over and hugged her, "Mom, we will buy an apartment with an elevator of our own in the future."

"Good girl." Cheng's mother patted her back gently. "Mom will clean up the house. You two should go do your homework first."

In the evening, Cheng's mother prepared dinner, and Cheng Zhu went to his aunt's house to invite his uncle, Weiwei, and Fangfang. After his uncle looked at the whole room, he said, "Except for the high floor, everything else is good, and the price is reasonable."

After Chengzhu delivered the meal to his aunt, he brought back more than ten kilograms of water chestnuts. After the meal, his uncle went back first, and the four of them gathered together to cut water chestnuts. When they were almost done, Weiwei asked, "Zhu, now that you have moved, are you still going to help my mother close the stall?"

Cheng Zhu looked up at Cheng Ma beside him, and Cheng Ma said gently, "They are all girls, and only you can do this."

"Okay, I'm a man." Chengzhu answered confidently, and then said weakly, "Actually, I'm still a little tired."

"A real man shouldn't be afraid of hardship or fatigue." Weiwei patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Yes! Auntie loves you so much." Cheng's mother also said.

"My little cousin, don't worry. I will still help my aunt close the stall every day." Cheng Zhu said to Weiwei. After he finished cutting the horseshoe in his hands, he called it a day.

Cheng Zhu carried the horseshoe downstairs with Wei Wei and Fang Fang. Cheng's mother cleaned up the horseshoe skin in the living room and then told Cheng Qiao, "Qiao, go wash it first. We'll squeeze in for the night. Tomorrow I'll go to the second-hand market to buy a bed for your brother."

"Okay, Mom." Cheng Qiao washed up and worked on her English homework in her room. She had finished her Chinese reflection and composition at home in the morning. English would take another two or three days. She also promised Weiwei to help her finish two homework books. She also had to find time to sharpen horseshoes every day. At such a young age, she felt that there was not enough time every day.

After several days of hard work, Cheng Qiao finished her English homework and helped Wei Wei finish a physics book. She picked up the math and finished about 70 to 80 of what she could do. Wei Wei was very satisfied. She worked hard on her own and finished Chinese, politics and history. On the evening of the 14th, she copied Cheng Qiao's English. As for the remaining geography and biology, she said, "Just do whatever you want. They are two minor subjects. The teacher won't care."

On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the Lantern Festival, Cheng's mother got up at five o'clock and went out. She came back an hour later and pulled the two of them up. She brought two meat buns and two steamed buns from outside, and soaked them in sugar water. The three of them had a simple breakfast, and Cheng's mother took them along the railway road to the bus station. This time, Cheng's mother only brought a plastic bag with the things she bought at the Tongdu market in the morning. Going straight from the railway road to the station would save a lot of time, and they arrived in less than a quarter of an hour. When they arrived at the station, the small square was still crowded with people. Cheng's mother took the two of them to wait for the bus on the way to their town. Cheng's mother said, "When the bus comes, I will squeeze forward desperately, and you two follow closely behind me."

The two nodded, and Cheng Qiao reached into her pocket, which contained the orange peels that Cheng's mother had prepared for her.

Before the bus came in and stopped, the old man and woman in front had already climbed in. The driver had no choice but to open the door. Cheng's mother followed the crowd and squeezed forward. Cheng Qiao and Cheng Zhu held her clothes tightly, but they were still a step too late. The door was closed. The salesperson pushed through the crowd and climbed in. He waved to everyone and said, "Wait for the next bus."

After waiting for nearly 20 minutes for the next train, Cheng's mother told the two people behind her, "Hold on to me, you have to squeeze in this time, otherwise there will be more people behind you."

This time, their efforts finally paid off. They squeezed in. Although there were no seats, Cheng Ma squeezed Cheng Qiao to the window next to the door. Cheng Qiao opened the window, bent slightly, and put her head next to the window. She held the railing with one hand and took out orange peels with the other. Every time she took a bus, she was tortured. Her feet were numb and her face was swollen. Finally, the bus arrived at the station and they squeezed out of the crowd and got off. It only took about 40 minutes to drive from the city to the intersection where they got off, but because the bus stopped and started frequently, and each stop took a long time, and because some people were at the innermost part and had to wait for the crowd to get off before they could get out, they stayed on the bus for nearly an hour and a half.

Cheng Qiao vomited after getting off the bus. After a few minutes, Cheng's mother took her to the other side. There were motorcycle and tricycle drivers soliciting customers. Cheng's mother asked a few and the lowest price to go to Wangjiawan was 15 yuan. Cheng's mother was reluctant to leave and was hesitating whether to take the bus. Cheng Qiao said, "Mom, let's go. I'll feel better after walking for a while."

"Okay." Cheng's mother felt relieved.

It took nearly 40 minutes to walk from the station back to Wangjiawan, but for them who rely on walking for a long time, it was nothing. Firecrackers were often heard in the bay they passed by. The three of them talked and laughed, and the journey was considered happy. After the three of them walked for about 20 minutes, they heard someone shout, "Coincidence."