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Chapter Eighteen

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    After returning home from the hospital, Zhao Xuejun lives in the back kitchen by the window, which is the life center of the whole family, so it is more convenient to take care of.

    One night, when Zhao Xuejun got up to pee, his mother was so frightened that his hair stood on end when he was hiding something on the beam.  Gao Juzi gestured to her son to be quiet, and she tiptoed off to sleep after hiding.  Zhao Xuejun, who was startled, lay on the bed and never fell asleep again. This night, he saw his mother changing the bag every half hour.  She took the trouble to dig out wonderful places to hide things in that simple home, such as: under the noodle tank, behind the cabinet, in the belly of old leather shoes, unthreaded her son's old cotton jacket, stuffed it in, and then sewed it up

    "Mom, go to sleep, it's going to be dawn." Zhao Xuejun looked at the roof and whispered helplessly.

    Gao Juzi opened his son's quilt, afraid of bumping into him, so he lay down carefully.  She lay down for a while, then whispered: "San'er, Mom has been having nightmares, what do you think we should do?"

    "Didwhat did you dream about?" Zhao Xuejun also asked quietly.

    Gao Juzi turned around, held his head, looked at his son and said in a low tone: "Son, mom sometimes dreams that the police station came to arrest me, and sometimes dreams that the money is lost. Sometimes, I think there is money to be found.  It was just a dream, and it scared me to death. When I woke up, I had to take a look. Say, good son, what should mother do, if this continues, she will go crazy sooner or later."

    Xuejun felt that his mother was cunning, and he just didn't get the chance to be cunning in his previous life.  She was born with a flair for doing business, so she was very calm.  She is not like others who can't help but start to be vain when they see money.  When Gao Juzi went to Shanghai, she didn't bring enough things every time she came back, and sometimes she even returned empty-handed on purpose.  She has a limit to how much she earns, Zhao Xuejun calculated, she dare not earn more than 500 yuan a month.  Once it exceeds five hundred, stop immediately.  The mother who earns money is very self-disciplined, the clothes are still the same clothes, and the shoes are the same pair of shoes.  She lived around people in a simple and secretive way, as if she had never had the money.

    The crickets in the corner of the room chirped quietly, but Zhao Xuejun didn¡¯t speak. He was seriously thinking about the childhood in his dream. Sometimes people¡¯s memory often deceives you. You think you can do many things in the past, but in fact it is  impossible.  You always think that you can change as long as you go back. In fact, this kind of thinking is very shallow. The system and the environment, society and the crowd, people must live in a big social family. Once some rules are violated, they will be abandoned by the society without hesitation.  Even if you know more about the future society, you have to live through the present to have a future.  On this point, he felt that he was not as good as Orange's mother, who was wise.

    Zhao Xuejun called his mother: "Mom."

    Gao Juzi responded to his son very gently: "Huh?"

    In the dark, looking into his mother's eyes, Zhao Xuejun felt a bit of pain in his heart for his mother who had lost countless times of weight. He said, "Mom, don't send things to others in the future. Just wait a few more years until I grow up."  Yes, make money to support you. Mom, if you believe me, I will really earn a lot of three thousand yuan in the future, and you will have thirty thousand, three million Well, three hundred million may not be certain. "

    Gao Juzi laughed and his shoulders twitched. After laughing, he gently touched the scar on his son's chest, and asked him softly, "Does it still hurt?"

    Zhao Xuejun shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, it's gone for a long time."

    "Go to sleep. Mom knows that my third son is filial. Well, mom won't make any money. Mom will just wait, wait for my third son, make money, earn three million haha" The mother patted him lightly, no  After a while, mother and son fell asleep together.

    The next morning, at the breakfast table, Gao Juzi said to her husband, "Jianguo, while our mother is here, let's take a family portrait."

    Zhao Jianguo looked up at his daughter-in-law, then at his mother, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up some shredded potatoes and put them into his wife's bowl: "Comrade Gao Juzi has a good idea, um, I support it."

    Gao Juzi was very happy, and also took a chopstick of potato shreds for Zhao Jianguo: "Then, what time?"

    Zhao Jianguo glanced at it, supported his youngest son who was moving back and forth on the floor, and thought for a while: "Then, next time you come back from Shanghai? At that time, Junjun will be able to leave the house, so let's carry him on his back."

    "Okay, listen to you!" Gao Juzi pulled it into his mouth, took a last bite of food, stood up, put on his shoes and ran out.  Today, she is late.

    It was a certain day in spring, around the time of Ching Ming Festival. Early in the morning of this day, the father abused his power for the first time in his life. He asked for the key to the government bathhouse, took his sons in, and locked the door behind him.  Zhao Xuejun was sitting in a large aluminum basin, and his father's big hands carefully walked around his post-operative scar and scrubbed him meticulously.  The eldest brother stood under the shower head, covering up something shyly, and he made a huge foam with medicine soap and rubbed it on his lower body.  he looks weird, before even passing the door, the other party went unexpectedly.  This rural place is afraid of life.  After a delay, now, Aunt Gaixia is forty years old this year.  Living in her natal family all the time, being supported by her brother and mother, life is very difficult.

    Speaking of it this way, this Aunt Gaixia is really suitable to come to Lao Zhao's house.  That night, when Zhao Jianguo came back from his hometown, his expression was really satisfied. Ren Gaixia said that she was willing to come, but she just had to wait. She wanted to collect the family affairs and match her little daughter with a ghost marriage before coming back.  .  The problem was finally solved, and Zhao Jianguo happily went to his wife to show his merits, but no matter how he flattered him, Juzi didn't want to talk to him.

    In the days that followed, the three brothers could see Zhao Jianguo every night, squatting in circles in the backyard wearing a broken vest with holes in it.  At the beginning, I looked at the windows of the house with a sad face.

    Beside the record player in the small kitchen, grandma was listening to Broken Bridge, sewing old socks, and said to Zhao Xuejun with a bitter expression: "Your father, you should!"

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    By the way, let me say it calmly again, there was an earthquake in my place last night, and I moved a little, maybe it was a feeling in my heart.  Then Mrs. Niu calmly continued to code words!  There was also an open online class!  It seems that I am not an ordinary natural fool!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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