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The two of them ate one box, and Ruihe bought three more boxes: "Take one box home, don't be polite to me, I can finally make money, and I always remember how good you and your mother are to me. If you I should be sad if you are polite to me.¡±
Liang Liang saw the money with his own eyes, which had a great impact on him. Now he was filled with the idea that his brother was a rich man, so he declined a few words and saw Ruihe insisting. Then he stroked his hair and smiled: "Thank you. La."
"I have one more thing I want you to help me with."
"What are you busy with?"
¡°I don¡¯t plan to tell my family all the money I earn, otherwise I won¡¯t be able to save the money myself. Can you keep it a secret for me?¡±
Liang Liang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded suddenly: "I understand. Yes, you have to save more money by yourself. Your parents usually don't give you any money at all, and only give you ten yuan in the New Year red envelope. Your mother dresses herself. So beautiful. Didn¡¯t my mother also sit at your house when she returned to her parents¡¯ home the day before yesterday? Your mother had her hair permed and brought a very nice watch. She also said that the perm cost fifty yuan. What brand was the watch? Yes, a small watch costs two hundred yuan! And that coat, skirt Anyway, according to your mother, they are all good and expensive things. After my mother came back, she told me, your mother should marry in the city. , she looks like a city girl, but she dresses so fashionably, why didn¡¯t she bring you a new dress? I was still muttering to myself, let alone new clothes, your mother didn¡¯t even bring you a new sock. !¡±
He truly felt aggrieved for his friends. It would be better not to have such parents in the city. So what if you have money? Jia Cong doesn't enjoy it at all. To be honest, it's worse than him, a rural person. At least his mother knitted him a new sweater during the Chinese New Year His family is poor, so his life is not better than that of Jia Cong, a kid from the city. Know how many times.
"Thank you Liangliang." If the original person heard this, he would be very sad. But Ruihe is an adult now and not his original self, so he is not sad about his friend's straightforward words.
After returning home, grandma saw the mung bean cake Rui He brought and said quickly: "The money your parents gave you was to buy stationery. What kind of mung bean cake are you buying? Why do you always spend money randomly!" She kept mumbling accusations.
"Grandma, I came first in the final exam, and the school teacher rewarded me with a notebook and pen. I want to buy snacks for my uncle, aunt, and cousins. This is the gift I bought."
Grandma Liang stopped talking incessantly and looked at Ruihe with complicated eyes: "Why are you so worried about this child? We are all a family, so why are you buying gifts?"
"And I went to the post office today. I sent my manuscript to the publishing house before. The publishing house accepted my manuscript and gave me twenty yuan as a manuscript fee." Ruihe took out eleven yuan and said, "I bought three boxes of mung beans. A box of cakes was brought back to Liangliang. He is always very nice to me, and Aunt Zhao gives me brother Liangliang¡¯s clothes every year.¡± Even the clothes Rui He is wearing now are also the clothes of brother Liang Liang. Although it is old and not new, in rural areas, as long as the clothes are not torn, you can wear them. Even if they are torn, you can continue to wear them if they are mended. If the clothes are too small, you can return them to your younger brother. Liang Liang's big brother was there, but Aunt Zhao still sent the clothes to him. This was what she wanted.
Grandma Liang¡¯s throat was a little choked: ¡°Yes, I have to send a box to Liangliang¡¯s family.¡±
When my uncle and others came back, they were a little surprised to see the mung bean cake. When they heard that it was my nephew who bought it with royalties, they looked at Ruihe in a different way.
"Really?"
Ruihe took out the envelope and showed it to them. He didn¡¯t take out the editor¡¯s letter, but everyone believed it when they looked at the envelope.
"Jia Cong is so smart, he can make money at such a young age." Uncle Liang was a man of few words. He couldn't help laughing at this time, and even touched Ruihe's hair. "You are so good. I will study hard and become a great writer from now on."
"Well, I'll try my best."
"My cousin is so awesome. What are you writing? Can you show it to me?" asked my cousin.
"This is a comic, right? What did you draw?" asked my cousin.
¡°Mom, can I eat mung bean cake?¡± My cousin asked, holding Aunt Liang¡¯s hand.
Aunt Liang, who had always been indifferent to her, looked at her nephew for the first time. She and her husband were in a free relationship, and she had a lot of contact with her future sister-in-law. She knew that she was a girl with a lofty ideal, and all she wanted to do all day was to marry into the city and not become a village girl. The future sister-in-law looked down upon her family members, and even more looked down upon her as her future sister-in-law. But she loved Wujiwu and never gave Liang Ping a look. Even if Liang Ping sometimes said something unpleasant, she never cared about it.
Until Liang Ping became pregnant out of wedlock and forced her to marry Li Guoan, she was already married at that time and saw her mother-in-law and her husband worrying about their sister-in-law. It¡¯s not easy to suppress thingsStep by step, you know? "
Ruihe nodded shyly: "I understand, sister."
When his cousin left, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The winter vacation is not long. In addition to necessary housework and physical exercise, Ruihe has been working hard on writing and drawing. He drew ten short stories in one go, plus the five he had saved before, and sent them together before the start of school. Got out. After sending it out, he could write his winter vacation homework with peace of mind. He wrote the winter vacation homework very quickly. In the remaining two days, he also wrote a 10,000-word short story. After transcribing it, Liang Liang sent it to him.
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