Chapter 3: Cheongsam grandma in nine zero 3
cup, drink tea slowly.
Huh? Who threw a few nails in the middle of the road with such an important entrance and exit? If I didn't find it, I might have punctured a few bicycle tires today. If you walk a little more carelessly, you may not be able to pierce the soles of the feet of some unfortunate person.
Dust, just about to go back to the house, not far away, Li Ruoshuang came over with Xiao An Qi in her arms.
The uncle still remembered her, so he took the initiative to say hello, "Big sister, I have received my granddaughter."
Li Ruoshuang nodded, "Yeah." The spirit of asking for directions when the voice stopped, sounded weak.
Li Ruoshuang waved her hand, "Hey, don't mention it, just leave it here for seven days, tortured by her grandparents, uncles and aunts like this, I was so angry that I had a big fight with the Zhang family just now."
The uncle was shocked, "Really? It's this kind of person who usually sees their family come out and go in with a smile on their faces?"
Li Ruoshuang, "This child is placed in front of you, how can it be fake? This old Zhang family has a dark heart and is not a human being."
Consciously "promoted" the Zhang family's reputation a little bit, Li Ruoshuang said goodbye to the doorman, and when the meal was over, she had to find a place to eat with her granddaughter.
What Li Ruoshuang didn't know was that she just wanted to vent her anger and embarrass the Zhang family, but the uncle of the doorman she complained was the father of the garment factory director, and only came out to see it when she could not be at home. The doorman is quite chivalrous. After knowing what happened to Li Ruoshuang's granddaughter, he told his son when he got home that day.
But after all, he is the leader of the first factory. He can't do things according to partial beliefs. In private, he let people visit the factory and the family courtyard. He found that his father's evaluation of Zhang's family was too light. scolded. The factory manager's brows are wrinkled, his personal morals are not cultivated, and no matter how strong his work ability is, there will be problems. He doesn't hesitate to cross out the name of Zhang's eldest son.
Li Ruoshuang, who didn't know that her troubles also ruined Zhang's boss's promotion opportunity, hasn't gone far, and now she is leading Xiao Anqi to try on the stall by the street shoe.
She is frail and naturally weak, even if little An Qi is very thin and light, she starts to struggle after holding it for a while. At this time, she saw someone selling shoes on the side of the road, so she had to buy it anyway. Last pair.
Li Ruoshuang finally chose a pair of soft-soled open-toed cloth shoes, relying on her lip service and the boss to cut the price from 12 to 7 yuan, and let An Qi wear it directly.
There is no need to hold the child, Li Ruoshuang suddenly feels more relaxed, she leads Xiao Anqi to continue shopping, and buys a dress at a nearby stall to change into a nearby public toilet. As for the original body The clothes were thrown into the cesspool by her.
It took 20 minutes to buy clothes and shoes, Li Ruoshuang and Xiao Anqi were starving, they saw a small restaurant and didn't even think about it, they walked in directly and ordered a plate of fried rice for the child, It's wontons.
In front of Qi, "This way you can eat two, and so can I."
On the edge of the plate, he swallowed and said tentatively, "Really, I eat?"
Li Ruoshuang looked at her encouragingly, "Well, if you don't eat enough, tell grandma again."
The seven days of Zhang's life still had an impact on Xiao Anqi's character. Originally at the Sun's house, she spoke less just because she was quiet and introverted, but now she doesn't like to open her mouth because she is timid.
Li Ruoshuang's "Little Book of Love" has one more article. In addition to praise and concern, I have to pay more attention to guiding her to speak more every day.
pain?"
Angie shook her head, her eyes still staring at the wontons in grandma's bowl.
Li Ruoshuang is both funny and sad, "You stand up and try it, sometimes it doesn't feel obvious after eating and sitting, and it will be uncomfortable if you stand up."
Angie stood up obediently.
"Does it hurt?"
She shook her head again.
Li Ruoshuang was relieved. Seeing that she was still looking in her bowl, thinking that this might be a good opportunity to guide, she deliberately scooped up a wonton with a spoon and put it close to her nose He exaggeratedly took a sip, "It's so fragrant, does anyone want to eat it? I won't eat it myself."
Angie looked in the direction of the spoon, her eyes full of desire, but she did not speak.
Li Ruoshuang waited for a while, then swallowed the wonton in one bite. But she didn't give up, scooped up another wonton, and repeated the action just now more exaggeratedly, "Is there really no one who wants to eat it?" She slowly brought the wonton to her mouth and was about to eat it. A small voice came into my ears, "I-I want to eat."
Success. Li Ruoshuang was secretly delighted, and her face remained calm, "Oh? You, who are you?"
Little Angie flinched a little, but she still mustered up the courage to reply, "Angie."
"Okay, then this wonton belongs to An Qi." Li Ruoshuang did what she said and fed her herself.
The first smile after that was shallow, soft, and very beautiful.
The grandparents and grandchildren took the shuttle bus back home. When they got home, it was 3:30 in the afternoon. The sun was dizzy. I eat old popsicles. I have lived for so many lives, and eating and eating old popsicles is the best way to relieve the heat. As for An Qi, she took the little snowman, which is the most popular among children at the moment.
The weather is too hot, and the Yuying street where I usually meet a neighbor in three steps is empty, not even a shadow of a person. All the way home, Li Ruoshuang asked Xiao Anqi to eat ice cream in the house, she went to boil water, and the two had to wash well.
After cleaning, wash her hair again.
"Angie, who made your hair?"
Xiao Anqi lowered her head and poked her finger, "Sister Qianqian." But she didn't say the specific reason.
Li Ruoshuang didn't ask any further questions, but she could probably guess that it was nothing more than the little girl's jealousy and pink eye. In her last life, she heard her granddaughter mention that the cousin named Zhang Meiqian was very domineering. There are still people who let her at home, and she will suffer a lot when she grows up.
Li Ruoshuang took a closer look when she was wiping Xiao Anqi's hair, and felt that her granddaughter's hair was not helpless. She found a ragged coat that she didn't wear very much and put it on the child, holding scissors at the Trim the cerebellum.
"Wow, doll." Little Angie couldn't help but exclaimed.
Isn't it a doll, her granddaughter has big eyes, long eyelashes, a curled nose, and a red mouth. She has a standard goose egg face, just like a doll in the window.
Angie once went to the largest department store in the county with her mother. She remembered it very clearly. There were many dolls in a glass wall at that time. One of them had this hairstyle. She liked it very much. Lying on the glass, I glanced at it several times, and was later scolded by my mother.
What else is missing? Li Ruoshuang rubbed her chin to look at her granddaughter. With that, she found one of the most common wide-brimmed black hairpins in this era, and picked out a red leftover from the drawer of the big table for making clothes. She cut it a few times and wrapped it in black. On the card, it immediately turned into a red polka-dot style, which was retro and foreign. In An Qi's unbelievable and flattered eyes, she pinned it to the other side's hair, and then did not hesitate to praise her,
"It's beautiful."
Little Angel smiled shyly.
In the evening, a small wind blew, and the alley became cooler again. The eldest granddaughter of Aunt Gao’s family was a child king.
Li Ruoshuang simply pushed her and took the toilet water from the windowsill to her exposed arms and Legs painted, "Go."
Little Angie left hesitantly.
Li Ruoshuang was going to prepare a cold dish for dinner, but there was no sesame oil at home. She was carrying an empty glass bottle to make a pot. The granddaughter didn't join the group at all, standing alone on the periphery, smiling and watching everyone jumping and dancing, with a familiar longing in her eyes.
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