Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 38

"We, Ah Cheng, finally have friends." Ah Lan said to himself, with a little pride and joy in his tone, even the wrinkles were wrinkled, different from the sadness in the past, full of happiness.

But Song Xiaolin felt extremely distressed when he heard it.

"By the way, Xiaolin, you must go to Auntie's house for a meal today no matter what, as a way of giving me face. Besides, you are a friend of Ah Cheng. He never brings his classmates home. In my heart, Mr. There is a knot that cannot be untied."

Since he promised to be his friend, it was impossible to refuse his mother's request.

She thought about it, and finally nodded: "OK."

"You agree." A Lan was so happy, she danced like a child, "Come on, let's go home, Amei must have come back from the sea by now, I'm going to cook a big meal tonight, please treat me well You have a meal."

"Thank you auntie."

……

Song Xiaolin never knew,
It turned out that in the bustling North City, there was such a crude existence.

The alley is deep, the path is dilapidated, the lights are dim, and there are high and low demolition houses around. There are several excavators piled up not far away, and the air is filled with a damp smell of soil mixed with reinforced concrete. , it doesn't smell good.

Walking inside, there is a red-tiled room with a dilapidated big copper lock on the wooden door, but it has already been opened. Alan pushed the door open and greeted her: "Little Purlin, our house is broken. , I'm so sorry, don't be disgusted, I've wronged you."

The house is not big, so you can see the overall layout at a glance.

The first thing that catches the eye is a small yard, which is full of miscellaneous things, such as broken cardboard boxes, rotten wardrobes and other things that can be recycled, and there is a faint smell of decay and mold.

On the left is a small kitchen with the most common stove.

In the middle, a wall area is used to form two small rooms, one should be the living room and the other should be the sleeping place.

Perhaps it was due to airtightness and too many things piled up, making it look stuffy.

It really doesn't look like a house with people in it.

A trace of timidity suddenly appeared in Song Xiaolin's heart.

But her timidity was not because of disgust, but because of shock.

She couldn't believe that her classmate, who was only a table away from her, actually lived in such a miserable place.

"Little Lin, come in quickly." Seeing her standing by the door, Ah Lan called again.

Song Xiaolin unconsciously pinched the hem of his clothes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily, then walked in slowly, as if he had completely entered Duan Yicheng's world.

At this time, another woman's voice came from inside the room: "Sister, where have you been, I didn't find you."

"I'm going to deliver."

"Hey, you should have waited for me to deliver that batch of goods. How could you go there alone... Ah, this is... Sis, who is this little girl?"

It was a woman who looked very similar to Ah Lan. She looked a few years younger, but her brows and eyes were still vicissitudes. There were many wrinkles on her face. She was wearing plain white clothes and white trousers. It looks dark and rough.

Alan smiled so much that her brows and eyes curled up: "This is Xiaolin, she is Cheng's friend, and she sent me back. I had a little accident today, thanks to Xiaolin."

"Sister, what happened to you?!"

"It's all right, you don't have to worry. By the way, little purlin, this is my younger sister, A Mei, who is also Ah Cheng's sister-in-law."

Song Xiaolin nodded politely and said hello: "Auntie, hello."

"Ah, hello, hello, you are... Ah Cheng's... friend?" Obviously, Ah Mei also looked surprised, and couldn't believe it easily.

Under the dim light, she smiled sweetly, "Yes, I am his classmate."

After hearing the ins and outs, Amei hurriedly wiped off the water stains on her hands, and held her hand gratefully: "Thank you, student Xiaolin, you are really the lucky star of our family, I am stupid and can't speak , but no matter what, we are sincerely grateful to you.”

Such a beautiful little girl is not only kind-hearted, but also a friend of A-Cheng, it is really fragrant, A-Mei really likes it: "Come on, you sit in the living room, I will kill the fish and prepare dinner. "

"Amei, don't compete with me for the job. I promise Xiaolin that I will treat her to a good meal. I will cook it tonight."

"How can that work? I cook better!"

"Obviously I cooked it deliciously."

"Come to Bibi?"

"Compare, compare, who is afraid of who!"

"..."

Neither of them wanted to admit defeat, so they choked each other into the kitchen and competed to cook.

Song Xiaolin couldn't help laughing.

Even if you are poor, you can live a stable life, at least like a real home.

After a while, her legs became a little sore, so she went to the living room to sit and rest.

Chairs made of bamboo strips look cool on June nights.

She was bored and looked around the living room, only to see a few certificates of merit pasted on the wall, perhaps they had been pasted for many years, and they were slightly yellowed, probably they were all three-good students in elementary school or something like that.

The handwritten words "Duan Yicheng" have faded away over the years, but the traces are still there.

It turned out that he was also a good boy before.

"These are all the certificates Ah Cheng got in elementary school. I still remember when he got the certificate for the first time, he stumbled into my arms with his small schoolbag on his back, smiling so hard that he saw his front teeth."

I don't know when, Ah Lan walked in, maybe seeing her fascinated by the awards, and she was also caught in the memory, "Ah Cheng also said that he must study hard, and when he grows up, he will earn a lot of money and build a career. house, marrying a beautiful wife.”

The two looked at each other and smiled, both smiling a little bit bitterly, and tacitly stopped talking.

After a long time, Ah Lan secretly wiped away tears, put the washed apple into her hand, and said earnestly, "When his father was alive, he often told me that Ah Cheng is a good boy who can read. At that time, I also believed that, you can see that he is indeed a child who can read by looking at the certificates all over the wall. But something happened to me, Ah Cheng seemed to be a different person, became deviant, and became indifferent and unruly. , he no longer loves to study, even skipping classes and being expelled from school, but all of this is because of me, if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't give up on himself like this, his father is watching all this in the sky, he should also think that I am too useless Oh, it was me who killed Ah Cheng, I will have no face to see his father after death."

"On the fifteenth day of every month, I will go to Nanxun Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and pray that the Buddha can bless my Cheng and keep him safe and sound. As long as he is safe, I don't ask for anything else, but I am so enthusiastically looking forward to it. I hope that he can go back to that time again and become the good boy who can read in his father's mouth."

"That's right, little purlin."

Ah Lan got up, walked to the table in the Buddhist hall, and took out a small black box from the drawer.

(End of this chapter)