Reborn 1980's Petite Wife

Chapter 8 Dead Horses as Living Horse Doctors
Xu Jiaren didn't sit for a while, when her grandma came to ask her to go back.

In fact, in my impression, my grandma didn't like Xu Jiaren going to other people's houses to "drop in" to play.

"Xu Jiaren, I don't go to school tomorrow, how about having a drink with you?" Qiang Qiang asked cautiously standing at the door.

"Um……"

Before Xu Jiaren could answer, Aunt Zhao said for her, "Qiangqiang, we are going out tomorrow."

"Then I'll wait for you to come back to play." Qiangqiang said with a little disappointment.

Following grandma back to the house, Xu Jiaren asked, "Grandma, where are we going tomorrow?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

Grandma put down her cloth pocket and said with a serious face: "Girl, you are a girl, you can't always play with boys. Others will gossip when they see it."

Xu Jiaren: "..."

She is only four years old now, is grandma's worry too much?

"You are different from other children." Grandma sighed and continued.

Xu Jiaren couldn't help asking, "Why is it different?"

Can grandma see that she is not 4 years old at all?
This is not possible either.

"The parents of the strong family are all people with good jobs, your parents..."

Aunt Zhao looked at Sun.The woman's clear and bright eyes suddenly stopped speaking.

My granddaughter is so cute, she can be carefree, but she just met such a father.

Oh, what a poor child.

"Girl, grandma will cook for you."

Aunt Zhao didn't continue, rubbed Xu Jiaren's forehead, sighed and turned to go out to light the stove.

Sitting on the stool, Xu Jiaren always felt that something was wrong.

There seems to be some deviation between her memory and the real situation now.

Her father was a blank in her memory when she was a child, and it was only in elementary school that she had an impression.

Since her parents work in the suburbs and her grandma lives in the urban area, she only visits her on her rest day every week.

Although her father, who is still in memory, rarely meets her, he will bring her a lot of delicious food when he visits her occasionally.

Not too close, but not too distant.

Until my father got into an accident and went to prison...

She is only 4 years old now, and her father should still be a teacher at school at this time.

My mother works as a salesperson, and my father works as a teacher in an elementary school in a suburban village. Although the income is very meager, it doesn't make grandma feel inferior all the time?

Why does grandma always look worried every time she talks about her parents, and why does auntie say she doesn't have a father?

It’s weird.

In the evening, when Xu Jiaren was eating, there was another quarrel from the next door.

The sound insulation of the tube building is not very good, and Xu Jiaren can hear Gan Li crying clearly.

Grandma was also sad, and said to herself: "Women are pitiful."

The crying continued for a long time, and it didn't stop until Xu Jiaren fell asleep.

The next day, Xu Jiaren met Qiangqiang's mother.

Her eyes were red and swollen like two open walnuts.

"Xu Jiaren, don't you want to go out?"

"Grandma is going shopping for vegetables, maybe she won't go out until later."

Xu Jiaren glanced at the half-closed door behind Qiangqiang, and asked softly, "Is your mother okay?"

"My mother and my father had a fight."

Qiangqiang was very depressed, and said: "They said they want a divorce, and I may become a wild child begging in the future."

Xu Jiaren was almost amused by these words, but considering the child's mood, she still held back her laughter.

"Just for that dress?" Xu Jiaren asked.

Qiangqiang nodded sadly.

"Isn't it just a skirt?"

"It's not a dress, it's about dignity."

"Yo, you still know dignity? Do you know what dignity is?"

"If there is no such thing, my mother will lose her job and have no money to support me!"

This must have been heard when the adults quarreled last night.

After finishing speaking, Qiangqiang sat on the steps in front of the door and sighed sadly like an adult.

Xu Jiaren took another look at the crack in the door behind Qiangqiang. The bed inside was covered with clothes and fabrics. Qiangqiang's mother stood in front of the bed and watched the fabrics wiping her tears.

She really wanted to rush in and tell Qiangqiang's mother that it was just a skirt?

What's there to cry about?

She can do it.

"You better not be impulsive. Don't forget you are 4 years old now!"

A white shadow flashed in front of my eyes, and the dog who had lost his temper and disappeared yesterday came out.

"What's your business?"

Xu Jiaren didn't bother to talk to this temperamental dog.

The only good part of her memory in Tongzilou was brought to her by this little boy named Qiangqiang in front of her.

The other children in the yard teased her, bullied her, and laughed at her.

Only this "strong brother" always invites her to be a guest at home, and will give her delicious food, and even accompany her to play house wine that girls only play.

So, now she really wants to do something for Qiangqiang.

Making a dress is too easy for her.

She started from nothing step by step by making clothes, and a skirt can be finished in a few hours in her hands...

"If you want to drink that old man's ashes, then I won't stop you."

Gouzi yawned lazily and said leisurely.

Xu Jiaren pursed her lips and hesitated.

That's what worries her too.

After she put on her own clothes and shoes, she scared her grandma into thinking she was entangled in dirty things.

If she ran to make skirts for Qiangqiang's mother, it would be even more serious.

"Xu Jiaren? Go and see my snail? Have you never seen it?" Qiang Qiang asked.

Xu Jiaren nodded, and followed Qiangqiang into his house.

Gan Li saw the little girl from the opposite door coming again, pointed to the stool next to her, and said, "You two sit there and play, don't touch the things here."

Xu Jiaren didn't come to play at all. She walked to the bed and glanced at the things on the bed, and asked, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

On the bed were two dresses with floral prints, and several pieces of boxy "wool" fabric.

This "wool" fabric was also called "Mao Huada" and "New China" at that time, because the fabric was expensive and textured, and it was mostly used to make suits and coats.

At that time, it was only during festivals that people could wear "Xinhua" clothes.

Gan Li was in a bad mood. The unit arranged for her to receive foreign guests this time, and clearly stated that she should dress decently, and asked to wear formal skirts.

But she didn't have a formal dress at all.

Hearing the girl next door's question, Gan Li said perfunctorily, "Auntie is arranging clothes."

"This woolen cloth will look really good if you make it into a skirt." Xu Jiaren pointed to a piece of navy blue material.

Gan Li glanced at the little girl's hand, it was the piece of material she wanted to make a skirt.

It's a pity that she ran all over the nearby tailor shops yesterday, but no one could make it for her in a hurry.

"Auntie, my grandma can make skirts."

While observing Qiangqiang's mother, Xu Jiaren said something in a low voice.

Gouzi jumped in front of Xu Jiaren, waved his paw, and cursed: "Xu Jiaren, do you really want to be taken into the temple like a monster?"

Xu Jiaren directly ignored the bared dog in front of her.

Gan Li was stunned when she heard the little girl's words. She had been neighbors with Aunt Zhao across the way for two years, and she never heard that Aunt Zhao could make clothes?
But now, she has no other choice.

Holding the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Gan Li tried to ask: "Then can your grandma make a dress for me urgently?"

Xu Jiaren immediately nodded with a smile, "Yes!"

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