Daddy spoils his wife 100 points

Song Qingyu's story was still being told, and Yan Yixi was fascinated by it, as if she had become someone who witnessed these things happen with her own eyes.

Song Qingyu's animal-like father was swearing and insulting in the street late at night, and some neighbors couldn't stand it, and they also scolded him unceremoniously.

After scolding each other for a while, the movement outside gradually became quieter.

Song Qingyu knew that it was her worthless father who left.

It was finally quiet outside, and the bright moon peeped out half of the figure from the broken window.

Song Qingyu looked at the moon and suddenly thought of the story of Chang'e flying to the moon that her mother told her when she was a child.

She also wanted to be like Fairy Chang'e, who could escape from this disturbing place and go to a place that no one knew.

She almost forgot what her mother looked like. She was only three or five years old when she was abandoned by her mother.

Now the memory has long faded, and even the back of the last side is so blurred that I can't remember it.

The idea of ​​escaping from here became more and more intense, so strong that it filled her with anticipation, and she could no longer fall asleep.

She got up and searched for her own things, but after rummaging around, she realized that she had almost nothing.

The old clothes and shoes left over from other people's homes, and even the schoolbag and stationery she used for school were all used by other people's children.

Although she felt a little sad in her heart, it also strengthened Song Qingyu's determination to escape from here at this moment.

Fumbling for her pockets, there were only a few dozen yuan in it, which she earned hard by serving food and washing dishes in restaurants on the street every day after school.

Song Qingyu looked at the money, hesitated for a long time, finally gritted his teeth and took out some, put them on the table in front of the window, held a piece of broken glass, and pressed it lightly.

It was just stuffing two clean clothes into the dilapidated schoolbag that had been mended, and Song Qingyu couldn't wait to leave here.

Even though it is late at night, only the moon in the sky is with her.

Even if you can only walk dozens of miles to the small town, you can only walk there step by step.

She is not afraid. She has never had such a strong thought in her heart for so many years.

Just carrying a schoolbag, Song Qingyu quietly left with the remaining dozens of dollars on her body.

Without looking back, she was as determined as when her mother left.

Walking alone on the path in the field, the moonlight that night was extraordinarily bright, and the dry dirt road was illuminated like daytime.

Song Qingyu walked on the road alone, accompanied by the quiet evening breeze, she was not afraid at all, and even walked more and more easily with every step.

Song Qingyu didn't know what fate would meet her in the future, but no matter what, it was better than her now.

After walking all night, Song Qingyu leaned against the trees for a nap when he was tired, continued walking when he woke up, and went to the stream to drink water when he was hungry or thirsty.

It was almost noon when we reached the town.

Song Qingyu bought two big steamed buns for only one dollar, ate one and kept the other.

Then I went to the bus station and bought a ticket that could go to the farthest place.

Song Qingyu, who had never been in a car before, fell asleep in a drowsy stagger, but was finally woken up by the conductor, who had already reached the terminal.

Knowing that standing on this strange land, Song Qingyu still felt like he was dreaming.

Feeling hungry, Song Qingyu found a faucet, drank the tap water, and ate the remaining steamed bun before leaving this strange station.

Walking slowly along the street, I looked at this strange and novel town a little bit.

Every time he passed by a restaurant, Song Qingyu would go in and ask the boss if he needed any manpower, just food and lodging.

After asking many people in a row, they were all rejected.

Song Qingyu was wearing clean and plain clothes, carrying a worn-out schoolbag, and with a simple and pure face, anyone would think he was a child who had run away from home. How could anyone dare to accept him?

As night fell, Song Qingyu's legs and feet felt weak from hunger, and she couldn't help but lean against a tree by the side of the road to sit and rest, holding her old schoolbag in her arms.

Song Qingyu rested against the tree trunk like this, but fell asleep amid exhaustion and hunger.

When Song Qingyu was woken up by the cool raindrops, she actually found that there was a lot of change out of thin air on the schoolbag she was holding in her arms.

There are one yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, fifty yuan, and one hundred yuan.

Song Qingyu stared blankly at the inexplicably extra money, not knowing what to do, so she had to collect all of it first, got up and found a place to shelter from the rain.

Standing under an empty corridor, Song Qingyu couldn't help but take out the money, familiarized it three times carefully, and it was as much as several hundred yuan!

Song Qingyu had never owned so much money at once!During these years when she went to school, the neighbors gave her half, and the school gave her half.

Looking at the red, green and green hundreds of dollars, Song Qingyu swallowed non-stop, the hunger in her belly constantly reminding her of her current situation.

Separate small denominations from large denominations and pack them carefully.

Song Qingyu found a nearby restaurant, ordered a bowl of the cheapest rice, and didn't even ask for food.

With the salt, vinegar, and chili on the table, I ate three bowls of white rice in one go.

The proprietress, who was busy in the back kitchen, came to pay attention to Song Qingyu when she came in. Seeing Song Qingyu's shabby way of eating, she felt very sad, so she quickly cooked an egg soup and served it to Song Qingyu.

The restaurant is on the side of the road, so I have seen many people and things that are closest to the bottom of life.

She has seen people who ordered only one steamed bun and three bowls of boiling water in the shop;
I also saw a family of three who only ordered a bowl of the cheapest white water plain noodles, and the three of them ate it separately, and even licked the soup clean;
Now I even saw Song Qingyu who only ate salt, vinegar and chili with white rice.

"Child, eat slowly. This soup is for you. What else do you want to eat? Madam will make it for you? Don't worry! Madam invites you!"

The kindness of the proprietress made Song Qingyu's heart sour, holding back the sour tears, Song Qingyu kept thanking her.

Naturally, Song Qingyu didn't ask the proprietress to cook the dishes. The proprietress cooked the meat and vegetables herself, and served them up steaming.

The roiling heat filled Song Qingyu's eyes, and she ate the warm meal with tears in her eyes.

"Mrs. Huo, do you know? That is probably the sweetest, warmest and most filling meal I have eaten in the past 18 years."

Song Qingyu recalled it with bitterness in his tone.

"Auntie, how much is the meal?" Song Qingyu held a stack of colorful change and was about to pay the bill.

"Son, you are invited to eat this meal by the auntie, and you don't need to pay for it." The proprietress smiled kindly.

Song Qingyu shook his head stubbornly, "No, you must accept it!"

The proprietress didn't take the money, but chatted with Song Qingyu about the daily life, "Son, did you come from afar?"

Although she didn't understand how the proprietress saw it, Song Qingyu nodded truthfully.