little love

Gao Xiumei opened the door without saying a word and came in, sat on the stool in the main room, Song Changjiang went to put the bicycle away, went back to the house, saw his wife frowning, and came over to persuade her

"Don't be upset, it's not worth it. When we meet in the factory later, just ignore her, sister Xiu, don't be angry, ah."

"You said what's so great about her, ah, she got married and sent invitations, so we went, and we also gave a gift of 5 yuan. Why did she feel worthless when it came to her mouth? You Look at what she said, what does it mean!"

"Sister Gao, I'm getting married, and I'm very happy that you can come. The gift money is just that. But, for the 5 yuan, I still asked my third grandpa not to record it in the gift book. Everyone here is 7 yuan and 8 yuan, and the 5 yuan is not good to remember. If others see it, they may misunderstand that we have a bad relationship. Hehehe!"

What Gao Xiumei and his wife said made their faces turn red and turn white, and they held their breath in their chests. Fortunately, there were no other relatives around, only a few children playing small cannons. They wanted to take the Yangtze River back immediately, but they were so worried that it would be them I was rude, and the topic made others gossip, so I endured my anger and went to sit on the mat in the house without saying a word.Song Changjiang has also been holding his wife's hand under the table, comforting him.As soon as the banquet was over, the couple came back, and they were not in the mood to look at the bride or anything.

"Is 5 yuan less? I heard that his uncles only paid 8 yuan. I usually only have a few words of friendship with her in the factory. Does she want me to pay 8 yuan like her uncle?" .I know that other people in the factory have some that cost 6 yuan. Those whose family conditions are better, don’t they also have 5 yuan. If Xiaoyi was not hospitalized a while ago and spent so much money, I wouldn’t be better than others One dollar less, at that time, why didn't I see her come to see Xiaoyi, but now I say that I don't have a good relationship with her. I didn't ask her to send me an invitation." Gao Xiumei became more and more angry.

When Song Yi heard this, he understood it, but he didn't say anything. He was a 10-year-old kid, and he ran to the kitchen to boil water when he talked about things that were inappropriate.Faintly, I could hear my father's voice of persuasion.

Song Changjiang turned his head and glanced at his son, "What are you talking about, Xiaoyi will think wildly when he hears it, you see the child is so filial now, I see, the child bumped his head, it's really hard to say whether it's a blessing or a curse, you Don't take it too seriously, it's a big deal and just don't talk when we meet in the future. We did what we should do, there is nothing rude, and no one will say anything about us. "

Song Yi knew that the last time he was hospitalized, he vaguely listened to his parents doing the calculations in the room. It cost about 500 yuan. Milk essence, milk powder, etc. also cost a lot. The family is a little tight now, and it seems that I have to do something for the family.Thinking about this, Song Yi poured the boiled water into the kettle and carried it out.

"Mom, drink some water"

"Come on, come on, you child, how can you carry such a heavy thermos bottle, be careful it's hot." Gao Xiumei quickly took the thermos bottle from her son's hand, with a smile in her eyes at last, all the grievances she suffered outside What, as long as her son is well, she will not be afraid of anything.

"Xiaoyi, eat all the food Mom left for lunch, are you hungry now, what do you want to eat at night, Mom will do it later."

"Mom, I want to drink porridge tonight, let's get some shredded radish, that appetizer, I can eat 2 bowls of porridge." Song Yi knew that there were many radishes that had just been taken back from the field a while ago buried in the yard.

"My child, what nutrition does a radish have? Forget it. If you want to eat it, I'll mix it up for you." Mother Song was out of breath now, and went to make dinner for her son with a smile on her face.

Father Song looked at his son: "Xiaoyi, you are amazing, your mother will be happy once you coax her." His son is really sensible.

"Dad, this is the money collected in the store today. It's 7 yuan and 6 cents in total. You can count it. There are still some debts. I wrote it down in the book in the store." Song Yi took out the folded money from his pocket. Give the money to Dad.

Father Song took it and counted it, and smiled and took out 5 cents and handed it to Song Yi: "Here, little boss, this is your salary for today, take it."

"Well, Dad, then I'll read the book first. I haven't finished the book I borrowed from Mr. Sun last time."

"Well, go ahead, finish it early and return it to the teacher, don't break it."

With his son running back to the room, Father Song got up and went to the utility room to get a hoe, went to a corner of the yard, cleaned up the place where tomatoes and eggplants were grown in summer, pulled out the dead grass, and then turned the ground again, before it was too late. In winter, you can sprinkle some small green rapeseeds, and you can add another dish to the table at home, so you don't have to spend money on it.After a while, the cabbage in the field will be harvested and buried in the soil, otherwise it will be bad if there is frost and frostbite.

As soon as Song Changjiang turned over half of the ground here, Gao Xiumei called for dinner, and it happened to be dark, so she simply got up early tomorrow morning and finished it.I went back and washed my hands, and walked to the dining table.Seeing his son helping to set the dishes, he sat down.

In the small kitchen, with 25-watt light bulbs and steaming porridge, a family of three sits at a square table next to the stove, having dinner. This scene seems familiar to Song Yi, but there were more people in the past, and it was more lively Some.