On Jing'er's birthday, Wang Zhuo bought a T-shirt from outside and came back. He thought that the child had already gone to middle school and was still wearing her mother's old clothes, and he felt uncomfortable after all.
When the child came home from evening self-study, she was surprised and delighted when she saw the clothes her father gave her. Wang Zhuo urged Jing'er to try it quickly, but how could she know that the size of the clothes turned out to be too small.
He didn't expect that this would be the time to grow his body, but within half a year, the size of his clothes would naturally change as he grew taller.
Jin Hua complained in a hurry: "Tell me about you. You don't make money, and you don't get involved in everything at home. It's rare to buy a piece of clothing for your child. You can't even buy the right size. It's such a useless thing." !"
Wang Zhuo glanced at Jin Hua with some difficulty, and went into the room without saying a word. He sat on the head of the bed in frustration, staring at the dim reflection of the desk lamp, feeling a little jerky.
Since leaving Fangfang Feed Company, his life has been getting worse day by day. Now it's all relying on helping Lin Fu with some farm work and doing casual work in the carton factory, so that he can barely earn a living. He really regretted it, how could he have put himself in it because of that little profit in the first place. He should calm down and not worry about the good days ahead.
After a while, Jing'er brought a bowl of vegetables and rice into the back room and put it on the bedside table: "Dad, don't be angry with Mom, you have been busy outside for a day, hurry up and eat something. The T-shirt is very nice, I am very happy I like it, but I have gained weight recently. When I lose weight, I may be able to wear it in the future."
After all, Wang Zhuo still felt sorry for his daughter, and shook his head again and again: "Look how thin you have become, and you still lose weight, so don't make me happy. Jing'er, you have to study hard, and you must leave Nanxi Village in the future. Here If it¡¯s not a place for us to stay, we should move out as a family.¡±
After listening, Jing'er seemed to understand but said: "Dad, I will study hard. In the future, when I go to university and find a job outside, I will take you and mom out to live."
"Stupid child What good things can you learn from that poor school in our village? If you want to leave, you have to leave early, go far away, and go to middle school in the city, that's good." Wang Zhuo murmured speak.
Jing'er smiled: "Dad, why are you talking nonsense today. We can't even go to the middle school in the county town, how can we talk about going to school in a big city outside?"
Wang Zhuo held the chopsticks, took two bites in the bowl, chewed and said: "You wait, I will always find a way to let you out."
At night, Jing'er lay on the floor, only to find it difficult to fall asleep from tossing and turning. She didn't understand why her father suddenly mentioned the matter of going to school in the city. In all fairness, she really yearns for the educational resources and learning environment in the city. But yearning for yearning, the reality is that the situation of their family no longer allows her to have any fantasies.
After a few days, Zhuo Wang suddenly asked Jing'er to go to the county town with him, saying that he wanted to buy some fertilizer to go back. Jing'er felt a little strange. In the past, her father didn't necessarily take her with her when she bought fertilizers. Why did she suddenly think of asking her to go with her now? But she didn't ask any more questions, and followed her to the county seat in a minibus.
Under the shade of a tree by the stream in Jinxian County, Jing'er watched the passers-by and vehicles going back and forth eagerly. Her father had asked her to wait at the head of the stone bridge for a while. When the sun was hot, Cicada sang loudly on the branches, and those who listened felt a little flustered.
A gust of hot and humid noon wind blows from the side of the stream and blows directly on Jing'er's face. She closed her eyes slightly, and let the wind blow past her neck, so as to dry the sweat that she had just walked all the way.
"Boom, boom" Jing'er suddenly felt as if something was pressing on her behind her, and her ears were buzzing.
She turned her head and saw several sand trucks passing through the center of the city and heading towards the bridge. Wherever the sand truck passes, there will always be dust all over the sky, and then it will turn into a thin layer of sand mist, making the road surface black and gray and yellowish, as if there is a layer of unclean dust everywhere.
"Jing'er!" Wang Shuo's voice calling for his daughter sounded not far away. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com