Chapter 52: go to your house
On the morning of 11th, many people traveled, and the bus was crowded.
Ruan Qingmu carried her schoolbag, turned the car, and returned home.
Ruan Qingmu passed by two massage parlors and looked at them. Sure enough, they were all full.
Ruan Qingmu probed in and called out, "Mom, I'm back."
Mu Wanli turned her head back in surprise, took a closer look, and became anxious: "Oh, what's wrong with this face?"
Ruan Qingmu touched the wound on her forehead. It was caused by the fight with Liu Jun and the others yesterday.
He said with a smile: "I fell at the sports meeting. Some **** stumbled on me on the runway, and I just hit it, but I won the first place."
Mu Wanli looked at it distressedly, and after seeing if it was serious, she was relieved: "There are fresh pork dumplings made in the morning in the kitchen, I will fry it for you again, and then eat some?"
Ruan Qingmu nodded: "Okay, let's eat a few more."
Mu Wanli wiped her hands with a clean towel, and said to the golden-haired little brother who lowered his head and played with his mobile phone: "Okay, I'll only charge you half of the money, get up."
Golden Retriever said with a bitter face: "Sister Li, I still have a milk bath on my feet, is this the end?"
The brother next to him was lying comfortably on the bed, enjoying pushing his back: "What the heck, go ahead and soak it yourself, how moisturizing! My girlfriend uses milk as a mask."
Blind Xiao Zheng smiled silently.
Golden Retriever sat up angrily: "Sister Li, you're not very particular, you just pinched my foot, so will you make breakfast for your son?"
Mu Wanli was in a hurry, she reached out to pick up the towel and wanted to slap him: "Shut up for me!"
Behind her, Ruan Qingmu said, "Mom, you're busy, I'll go and heat it up in the pot myself."
Mu Wanli had no choice but to give up: "Well, you can do it yourself, don't smash the pot and the bowl."
Ruan Qingmu casually asked the golden retrievers, "Where's your flower arm boss?"
The two golden retrievers said in unison, "Brother Qiu went to buy braised vegetables, he wants to come here to eat, and he said that the braised beef from 'Huangji Lao Braised' on the next street is good."
Mu Wanli looked at Ruan Qingmu embarrassedly, then turned around and spat: "Of course, how dare you not bring food when you come to eat?"
Ruan Qingmu smiled and said nothing. I passed another room and looked inside.
Xiaoyun stood beside the massage table and knocked on the back of an elder sister, there was no one beside her.
Ruan Qingmu probed in and said, "Sister Yun, where is Xiaozhu?"
Xiaoyun turned her face on the side and pointed to the outside with a smile: "Uncle Li took him to play in the canteen next door."
Ruan Qingmu turned around and went out, and sure enough, next to the canteen on the front of the neighbor's house, Old Li Tou was sitting on a small rattan chair, holding the little mute in his arms, teasing him.
"This is delicious? Or this?" Under the sun, the old man held a few colorful things in his hand and showed it attentively to the little mute, "This is a yellow peach, this is a strawberry …”
Ruan Qingmu crept in, stood behind him, and said grimly, "Where is the kid?"
Old Li shuddered and jumped up: "Little bad embryo, pretending to be a ghost, the old man's heart will be scared out of you by you."
The little mute turned his head and saw Ruan Qingmu, his eyes lit up.
He broke free from Lao Li Tou's embrace, rushed over, and hugged Ruan Qingmu's leg.
Old Litou was holding several beautiful jellies in his hand, but the little guy was still afraid of people. He was hugged by him, timidly afraid to move, but when he saw Ruan Qingmu, he immediately It's not too hot to stick to him.
Ruan Qingmu grabbed a jelly from Lao Litou's hand, peeled it off, and handed it to the little mute: "Eat it."
The little mute immediately opened his mouth and gulped happily.
The owner of the canteen said with a "tsk": "Don't give Xiaozhu more food, he's greedy."
Ruan Qingmu took another one from Old Litou: "Eat, it's normal for children to be greedy. It's not that they don't give you money."
a bit.
The owner of the canteen sighed: "It's not that I don't want to sell it, Lao Li has fed him a dozen times this morning."
Ruan Qingmu was taken aback, looked at the belly of the little mute, and reached out and patted: "I can't see it, how can it be eaten so well?"
A dozen or so, even if he came to eat, he had to feel panicked.
Old Li's head was sour on the side: "Take food to make him laugh for a long time, but when he sees you, he smiles like a flower. This kid is really unfamiliar."
Ruan Qingmu squinted at him: "Of course, I have a fate with him."
He stretched out his hand to bring the little mute over, gestured to pull the zipper on his mouth, pointed to his belly again, and made an explosive gesture: "Don't eat too much, your stomach will explode! "
The owner of the canteen was amused and laughed. Old Litou quickly embraced the little mute and glared at Ruan Qingmu angrily: "You are an adult, what do you do to scare children, it's very bad!"
Ruan Qingmu laughed, let go of the little mute in a good mood, and ran into the kitchen.
There was indeed a row of pot stickers lying in the pot, and it was slightly hot.
He lit the gas stove, heated it briefly for a while, and ate five or six.
In fact, I have eaten at school.
Qin Yuan's feet are in good condition. The cold compress is timely, and it is not serious in itself. When he wakes up in the morning, there is no swelling, and there is no obvious pain during activities.
But Ruan Qingmu was still afraid that he would get worse, so she set the alarm clock early, ran to Zaodian Street outside alone, carried two cages of Xiaolong soup dumplings that she had eaten last time, and packed them I came back with two bowls of red bean porridge.
Ruan Qingmu felt that it was of course not as delicious as dine-in, but Qin Yuan insisted, saying that this time it was better than the last time.
Standing in the kitchen, Ruan Qingmu suddenly remembered something, took a few pictures of the fried dumplings with her mobile phone, and sent them to someone on WeChat.
"Fresh meat dumplings, no worse than Li Kee soup dumplings."
Soon, Qin Yuan's reply arrived: "Are you home? Didn't you have enough to eat in the morning?"
Ruan Qingmu replied with a smile: "My mother made it, don't eat it, she's so uncomfortable."
Qin Yuan paused for a while before answering calmly, "It must be delicious."
.
Ruan Qingmu returned to her small room, and when she saw the line replying, her heart suddenly became sour and soft.
"Next time I go back to school, can I bring you some?"
Qin Yuan was quiet for a while before replying: "Okay."
While chatting with Ruan Qingmu, his phone rang.
Qin Yuan stared at the number with a pale face, and clicked to answer: "Dad?"
The background sound on the opposite side was messy, and his father's voice was anxious and embarrassed: "Xiaoyuan, I'm really sorry, I was about to leave for the airport, but suddenly there is a situation at home..."
In the distance, a nanny screamed in shock: "Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin! My wife has a stomachache again, are you coming to see and take me to the hospital?"
The male voice on the phone obviously quickly covered the microphone, and the weak voice escaped a little: "Okay, I'll go right now, you guys watch carefully!"
The voice of the microphone was loud again, and his father was extremely embarrassed: "Your aunt Wei's stomach has been hurting, I'm afraid she's going to give birth, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back on National Day."
Qin Yuan listened calmly and did not speak.
See if you like it?…”
Qin Yuan said "um": "It's okay."
His father seemed to be relieved, and was about to speak, when another scream came from upstairs: "Mr. Qin! Madam can't stand the pain!"
Qin Yuan spoke before his father: "Dad, Aunt Wei's health is very important, you should accompany you to the hospital."
He looked at his feet indifferently: "If you give birth to a younger brother or sister, you have to stay with me in the hospital. Everything is fine on my side, you can rest assured."
The screen of the mobile phone went out, and the big apartment was lonely.
Sister Liu opened the kitchen door and asked him, "Little Master, do you want to fry the silver cod, or bake it with salt?"
Qin Yuan raised his head: "Oh, whatever. Sister Liu, you can come here as you see fit."
The kitchen door closed and the whole apartment was quiet. Qin Yuan stared blankly at the phone, suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.
…
Ruan Qingmu looked at the room.
His little bed was already occupied by the little mute, and there were two toys beside the pillow. A small water gun and a small bear, although they were all newly bought, they looked shabby.
There was also a small cabinet in the room, standing beside the bed, Ruan Qingmu opened it and took a look. It contained some of the little boy's belongings, pitiful, with few clothes.
He sat down at the table, took out the test paper in his schoolbag, and sent another one: "Do you want to make the test paper?"
This time, Qin Yuan answered very slowly. After a long time, I sent a photo: "I have finished a set of English."
Ruan Qingmu enlarged the photo and took a look, sure enough.
The background is a large solid wood desk, the test papers are neatly arranged, and the students are already doing the second set of math problems.
The 11th holiday is actually not long, it only lasts for three days, and the teachers of each subject frantically send out test papers one by one, for fear that the students will completely neglect their own course these days.
There are three sets of English test papers, and two sets of each are given out.
Ruan Qingmu picked up the set of English papers: "Okay, I'll do it too."
"I'm done too." He immediately sent a message, showing off, "How's the speed?"
Qin Yuan replied, "Take a few pictures and let me check the answer for you."
Ruan Qingmu scratched her head: "Forget it? How troublesome."
Qin Yuan was silent for a while: "Actually, it's better to face the answer."
Ruan Qingmu stared at the line of words, always feeling as if there were some hints, but she felt that she was thick-skinned and thought too much.
Which one do I do next? Ruan Qingmu was a little worried.
Chinese and English are his focus to learn, mathematics, physics and chemistry are not very attentive.
In the original memory, there are only the most basic knowledge points, which are enough to barely understand in class, but if you want to improve quickly, you have to use more snacks.
It’s not that you can’t work hard, or you don’t have much motivation.
Before she thought about it, the door was gently pushed open.
"DengDeng" ran in, climbed onto the bed and hugged the bear, playing silently.
Ruan Qingmu turned her head to look at him, a little headache.
It's very similar to the previous one.
After taking the child with me in my last life, the child was so inseparable. Whether he practiced martial arts or went out, he always followed silently and could not chase away.
Ruan Qingmu stared at the little mute for a while, then pointed to the schoolbag in front of her: "Be good and play by yourself, brother is busy."
The little mute couldn't hear him, but nodded immediately, very well behaved.
Ruan Qingmu turned on her phone again and wanted to answer Qin Yuan, but another WeChat message popped up over there.
"Are you going to have lunch with your family? That won't bother you."
Ruan Qingmu stared at the line of words, what do you think, how do you think it's not that he is suspicious.
Obviously polite and polite, but there is a kind of vague loneliness.
Ah ah ah ah, Ruan Qingmu went crazy: He must be thinking too much! Why would such a strong person feel resentment and loneliness, and still act like a spoiled child!
"Yeah, a big family." He slowly replied, "Me, my mother, two people who work in the store, as well as that little mute, and a social brother. "
Brother Qiu's resounding voice already came from outside: "Sister Li, the braised beef is ready, let me tell you, it's dangerous, I just got there, only the last piece is left!"
The phone was quiet for a while, and this time, the message that popped up was even colder.
"Well, let's eat, I have noodles here."
Ruan Qingmu: "…"
This liar.
In the dormitory last night, the two of them couldn't sleep, chatting head to head, he couldn't help asking Qin Yuan how he usually eats alone, the guy said it clearly, he specializes in cooking Auntie will come on time.
I come to make four dishes and one soup on weekends. If I can’t finish it, I will throw it out immediately, and I will definitely make it fresh the next day. What the **** is noodles!
It's almost time for lunch, the dilapidated residential buildings are close to each other, and the smell of food is everywhere upstairs and downstairs.
Looking from the window, there are many housewives in the opposite kitchen window. I don’t know who is cooking the spices, mixed with the smell of fried hairtail from his kitchen. The aroma of vegetables mixed together, warm and strong, poured into the room.
On the other side, Mu Wanli also prepared a few dishes and whispered outside: "Wait for Xiao Zheng, he will have dinner after finishing this order."
Ruan Qingmu gritted her teeth: "You are jumping around in the kitchen, making your own noodles?"
Qin Yuan replied with a "?".
"By the way, do you want a cane? I used the leftovers last time, and I haven't thrown them away yet. It's better to use them as waste."
Qin Yuan was silent for a while, then lowered his head and looked at his feet, which were all right.
He made up for Ruan Qingmu's appearance a few days ago, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he reluctantly replied: "Okay...you can bring me back to school."
"Why don't I send it to you here?" Ruan Qingmu gathered up her courage and typed quickly, "Otherwise you'd have to dance for three days!"
He stared blankly, and the haze in the room seemed to dissipate suddenly, and those stagnations that were firmly pressing in the bottom of his heart also melted quickly like snow on the sun.
"Okay, I'll send you my home location!"
Ruan Qingmu got up, rushed over, and carried the little mute off the bed.
He reached out and touched the little mute's head, and his heart suddenly jumped a little.
Regardless of whether the little mute could hear him or not, he said in a low voice, "Dear me, I'll take you to see an old acquaintance. Look... do you remember him?"