Soul knot

On the day of the parents' meeting, many students secretly took photos of Manzhu with their mobile phones. In the next few days, some people would wander to Lu Yudong's seat in their spare time, intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to chat about her beautiful sister.

Facing the curiosity of his classmates, Lu Yudong would not answer any questions, and later, he fell asleep immediately after the get out of class started.

Such silence was not all because she didn't want others to know that she was a child without parents, but also because she really didn't know how to answer the questions raised by her classmates.

She didn't know Manzhu's age, she didn't know Manzhu's job, she had never met Manzhu's family, and she didn't even know why Manzhu adopted her.

To Lu Yudong, Manzhu has always been a mystery, a person who is so close to her but not understood by her.

But she never thought about asking, because the appearance of Manzhu was already a blessing in her misfortune, so she didn't dare to find out why this luck came from, for fear that it would not have a sense of reality. They are just fleeting bubbles that will burst with the slightest touch.

So in the face of her classmates' curiosity, she could only escape.

Fortunately, most people's curiosity about a thing does not last too long. Some questions are always unanswered, and they don't bother to think about it over time.

After the parents' meeting, Lu Yudong finally stopped picking up the ten yuan for a meal, and Zhang Ziyun also heaved a sigh of relief.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of December, and Yuanchuan City ushered in the first snow of this winter.

Zhang Ziyun came to the classroom early, holding the phone, worried.

She glanced at the time, it was seven o'clock, and there were still 10 minutes before the morning reading class. Lu Yudong, who brought her breakfast every day, should be in class by this time.

There were a dozen or so people sparsely sitting in the classroom, some were reciting books, some were eating, and some were playing with their mobile phones.

Zhang Ziyun lowered his head and glanced at the class group, his eyes became more worried.

A few minutes later, Lu Yudong came on time, with Zhang Ziyun's breakfast in his schoolbag, his butt was still warm, and he dug out the account book and wrote down the account as usual.

Zhang Ziyun took the breakfast that Lu Yudong brought for him, subconsciously raised his eyes to look around, and saw that there was a strange look in his direction, so he lowered his head and started to eat.

The English teacher in the morning reading class had to dictate the words. Lu Yudong was holding the hand-copied vocabulary book, racing against time to consolidate his memory.

It wasn't until after the morning reading and dictation that she realized that something was wrong with Zhang Ziyun's eyes.

"What's wrong with you today? You're absent-minded." Lu Yudong's tone was full of concern.

Zhang Ziyun frowned, holding the phone tightly with both hands, and was hesitating whether to say anything, when a boy named Yang Kunpeng approached him in the class and yelled, "Lu Yudong!"

Zhang Ziyun raised his head and glared at him: "What are you doing standing here? Blocking my sight!"

"I'm here to chat with Lu Yudong." Yang Kunpeng said, moved a step, reached out to support Lu Yudong's desk, and asked with a smile, "Your sister, so she works in a bar?"

He deliberately spoke loudly, and the word "job" was even more deliberate, and almost all the students sitting in the class heard it.

All of a sudden, many eyes were cast in this direction.

"What are you talking about!" Zhang Ziyun slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Yang Kunpeng fiercely.

A girl in the back seat whispered, "Zhang Ziyun, Lu Yudong doesn't have a cell phone, do you have a cell phone too? The class group has been talking about this since last night, why are you pretending not to know?"

"I just said, why Lu Yudong doesn't want to talk to us about her sister, so it's for this kind of money." Another person beside him became angry.

"What kind of money do you earn?" Lu Yudong raised his head, looked at Yang Kunpeng who was smiling happily, and asked, "What kind of money do you mean?"

"What kind of money can I get?" Yang Kunpeng said, "Night shop princess, bar lady, don't you know?"

Lu Yudong gritted his teeth and said calmly, "You're talking nonsense."

"That's not what I said, it's what Sun Xia said." Yang Kunpeng said, then turned around and shouted at Sun Xia not far away, "Didn't you say yesterday that Lu Yudong's sister works as a lady in a bar?"

Sun Xia waved his hand: "I didn't say that, I...my cousin said it."

"Then how did your cousin know, tell Lu Yudong too." Yang Kunpeng said again.

Sun Xia swallowed subconsciously, and said: "My cousin looked through the photo album on my mobile phone and saw her sister... He said that this woman works in a bar, and he and his friends have visited several times."

Yang Kunpeng knocked on Lu Yudong's table with a serious expression on his face: "Did you hear that? Lu Yudong."

Lu Yudong subconsciously squeezed the penholder in his hand, and there seemed to be anger in his eyes: "You lied."

Yang Kunpeng said: "Everyone in the class knows about it, and there are photos taken by his cousin before. What are you pretending?"

Zhang Ziyun said angrily, "Yang Kunpeng, are you interested?"

"It's not interesting, I don't think it's necessary to tell the person involved because I saw you chatting happily in the group." After Yang Kunpeng finished speaking, he turned around and whistled and returned to his seat.

For a while, many people in the class started talking in low voices.

Lu Yudong lowered his head and silently clenched his fists.

Zhang Ziyun sat down, not knowing how to comfort her for a while: "Lu Yudong, you..."

"Are there really any photos?" Lu Yudong asked in a low voice.

Zhang Ziyun bit her lower lip, lowered her head and found out the chat records of last night's class group, and handed it to Lu Yudong.

There are not many photos, all of them were taken in a dimly lit place, and there were indeed wine tables and guests around.The woman in the photo who sometimes gives wine to people and sometimes sits on the singing stage is indeed Manzhu.

Rest during the day, work at night...

Lu Yudong's eyes were slightly red, and she returned the phone to Zhang Ziyun, lowered her head and clasped her hands together, rubbing them vigorously, as if trying to drive away the coldness on her fingertips.

After a whole day of class, no matter how annoying the good students are, they can't get the reaction they want to see after a few times of teasing, and they don't bother to waste their expressions.

It's just that in the class group formed privately, there are still a few people who joke about the term "bar lady" from time to time.

In private, I don't know how many people are whispering about this matter.

Junior high school children, how much do they know?When I heard about working in a bar, my first reaction was the kind of noisy and chaotic place in some TV dramas, which is the most suitable place for men and women to strike up a conversation.In this stereotype, they naturally think that most of the women working in bars can "do things" with money.

The parents of the classmates in the class actually work in this line of work, which is indeed too new for them.

Zhang Ziyun was worried about Lu Yudong all day long, but Lu Yudong acted like nothing happened, and didn't write her a note until the last night of self-study.

——Can you ask Sun Xia for me, which bar his cousin is talking about, and which road is it?

Zhang Ziyun was stunned for a moment, and quickly wrote down his response.

——You don’t want to go, do you?

Lu Yudong's note was handed back immediately.

——Ask for me.

Zhang Ziyun frowned and raised her eyes, she saw Lu Yudong's eyes were full of pleading.

If she doesn't help today, Lu Yudong will definitely find a way to ask clearly... If she asks this kind of thing by herself, she will inevitably be laughed at.

Zhang Ziyun gritted his teeth, lowered his head and opened the private chat box with Sun Xia.

After a long wait of more than ten minutes, Sun Xia asked her cousin for the specific address of the bar.

Changshan Road, in the alley on the right side at the end of Yangliu Street—not an old friend's bar.

Lu Yudong silently wrote down the address on the note, and looked up at the clock on top of the blackboard.

The second hand was beating again and again, Zhang Ziyun saw the complex look in Lu Yudong's eyes, and wanted to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.

When the clock reached 09:30, the teacher who stayed up for evening self-study got up and left the classroom. Lu Yudong also bowed his head and packed his schoolbag.

Zhang Ziyun persuaded in a low voice: "Don't go, it's so late, hurry up and go home!"

"I'll just take a look." Lu Yudong said.

"Students of our age will not be allowed to enter the bar casually." Zhang Ziyun whispered in Lu Yudong's ear.

Lu Yudong picked up his schoolbag and prepared to leave.

Zhang Ziyun held her back anxiously: "Do you really care what those big mouths say about you?"

"I don't care what other people say." Lu Yudong gently pushed Zhang Ziyun away, looked down at the address in his hand, and trotted away from the teaching building.

She doesn't care what others say about her, but she has to care about Manzhu.

She cares too much.

She had never thought about what kind of method Manzhu used to get her the current living conditions without worrying about food and clothing.

Because of this, she was afraid that what her classmates said was true, that the job was really so unbearable, and even more afraid that Manzhu had to make such a choice in order to support herself in school.

There is still light snow in the sky, and a thin layer of white has accumulated on the roof and treetops.

The ground is dirty.

Since coming to Yuanchuan City, Lu Yudong has been living a two-point and one-line life.

She has never been to Changshan Road, and she has no money for a taxi, so she can only ask people for directions while walking.

Fortunately, that place is not far away, and it took more than half an hour to fumble all the way from the school to get there.

She walked slowly into the seemingly deserted alley, and finally saw the inconspicuous light sign from a distance, which read - not an old friend.

This is……

Where does Manzhu go to work every day?

Lu Yudong was panting, and walked under the bar light with a complicated mood.

Only at this distance did she see clearly that there was a wooden sign hanging under the light sign, on which eight characters were engraved vigorously.

——It's not an old friend, it's because of fate.

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Welcome to the Monster House【Big Fog】

The kid doesn't understand anything, and thinks that bars are bad places, but in fact, there are many bars that drink, chat, listen to music, and have a good atmosphere.

Manzhu's job is to sing in residence and do some miscellaneous chores, which is unexpected.

*感谢在2020-10-1923:58:46~2020-10-2100:35:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 7 duckweeds from autumn water; 1 piece from the swimming sheep, there is heaven above;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 34 bottles of autumn water duckweed; 10 bottles of seven ash; 2 bottles of continuous interest; 1 bottle of egozaku;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!