MTL - 90s, The Cannon Fodder Wife of the Paranoid Boss is Reborn-Chapter 27 Throw yourself into your arms
Chapter 27: Throwing oneself into the arms
Just when Xiao Wei thought that Xiao Cheng would be like before, not going home every three days, Xiao Cheng went home every day, uncharacteristically, and ate three meals a day at home.
Comparing to Bai Lu’s anger and frying chili peppers, Xiao Wei felt that Xiao Cheng’s anger was more terrifying, and it made him almost breathless.
When I came back from school the next afternoon, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the kitchen without doing my homework.
"Did you and my brother quarrel again?" the little guy asked straight to the point as soon as he entered the door.
“No.” Bai Lu looked calm.
Holding a kitchen knife in his hand, he chopped the chili pepper hard. The hot red chili pepper broke into pieces with a snap.
Xiao Cheng is still building a house next door. In the empty kitchen, the sound of knives and chops is particularly loud.
The corner of Xiao Wei's mouth twitched slightly. The sound of chopping not only echoed through the yard, but could also be heard next door...
Remembering what Bai Lu said to him last night, he asked: "My brother won't let you sell chestnuts?"
Bai Lu paused with the kitchen knife in her hand, and her angry face was replaced by shock: "How do you know?"
Xiao Wei rolled his eyes at her, "You used to never go out, but as soon as you went out, you would give the money my brother gave you to Li Shuixian. Don't you know what my brother's reputation is in this area? What do you want to do with giving money to Li Shuixian?" , I don’t know, but do you think my brother doesn’t know?”
He is only seven years old, but he has eyes and a brain.
What else can Bai Lu do besides running away?
Now that she is selling sugar and roasted chestnuts, you don’t need to think about it. She must be trying to save money and run away again.
Escape is the next best thing. If Bai Lu is like the woman on West Street said by her neighbor Zhang, she ruthlessly destroys her child just to be with the big boss in Nanshi...
What Xiao Wei can think of, Xiao Cheng can’t think of?
Finally understood everything, Bai Lu looked helpless and sad, and it was his stomach that was to blame.
"But I said the money from the sale should go to him..." Bai Lu sighed. Isn't this honest enough?
She wanted to give it back to him, so she should just give it back to him, but it turned out that what he wanted and what she wanted were completely different.
Reject her proposal directly and sentence her to death.
Xiao Wei didn't understand Xiao Cheng's thoughts either, but what Bai Lu had done for more than two months after living there had already been deeply ingrained in his mind, and it couldn't be easily reversed by a few days' change.
“Maybe you didn’t explain it clearly.”
“How else to explain?”
Bai Lu looked distressed: "This is already the most correct and reasonable explanation."
Xiao Wei scratched his head. He didn't understand what the adults were thinking, so he should go back to his room and do his homework.
Just as I turned around, there was a dinging sound coming from outside.
“The old man selling maltose is here.”
The long and heavy melody was not only fresh in Xiao Wei’s memory, but Bai Lu was also brought into his memory.
Outside the quiet and peaceful family compound, there will always be some beautiful and melodious sounds. Once they sound, they can attract everyone's attention, whether adults or children.
She would always jump outside the hospital to buy her favorite candies, held by her parents or grandparents.
—Maltose.
Xiao Wei was led out by Bai Lu with a confused look on his face.
He said, "The old man selling maltose is here," and his little hand was held by a warm and soft big hand.
He was even hesitating whether to let go of her hand, but she was already being led outside the door.
“Little girl, kid, do you want to buy maltose?”
The old man who sells maltose has gray hair and a short beard. He has an amiable voice and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are particularly friendly when he smiles. He is carrying a pole with round dustpans placed on top of two woven bamboo baskets.
In the dustpan, next to the large chunks of milky white maltose, there is a small iron cone and an iron spatula for breaking up the maltose. Maltose of different shapes and sizes are scattered around, and bursts of sweet and refreshing fragrance of malt float in the wind. Bai Lu asked: "How much does it cost per pound?"
The old man said: "Two yuan and a pound."
Bai Lu asked the old man to help weigh a pound, and then happily paid for it, and Xiao Wei's hands were finally freed.
The different temperature in his palms lingered for a long time, making him a little dazed. He stared blankly at Bai Lu buying candies.
The old man was still shouting, and handed him a small piece of maltose with a smile: "Children, try it. Grandpa's maltose is very sweet. Last night, there was a very handsome big brother riding a 28-year-old boy." I'm going to come all the way from your town to buy some sweets from you."
Grandpa lives in Qingshui Town next door, which is neither far nor close.
It takes more than two hours to walk.
After walking through this street, he had to go home, otherwise the sun would set and the road would be hard to see in the dark.
Bai Lu had already taken out the money from her pocket and was counting two and a half dollars. She paused when she heard the words.
The old man continued: "I remember that young man, he seems to live nearby. I have never seen him buy maltose before. Last night, the sun went down and he suddenly came to buy it. I said that there was no ready-made maltose at home. It’s very late today. I’ll pick it up and sell it tomorrow, but he refuses and insists that I do it on the spot.”
“Today’s young people, trying to make the little girl happy, are really inconsiderate even to us old people~”
Grandpa’s helpless laughter drifted farther and farther away with the tinkling sound, and was blown away by the wind in bursts of sweetness.
Bai Lu pushed the maltose into Xiao Wei's hand, ran back to the room quickly, and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets.
Finally, I finally found a large paper package made of old newspapers folded in the drawer where the detailed bills were kept.
Take it out and put it on the table.
Slowly opening it along the crease, there were white flowers inside, and small candies of different shapes, scattered but neatly piled into a small mountain, more than what she had just bought.
Bai Lu picked up one and put it in her mouth.
Very sweet.
It is the same as the one that melted between the lips and teeth last night. After chewing it hard, it is still sweet like honey.
It turns out he bought more than just two...
There is no bicycle at home, and Erba Dabang doesn’t know who he borrowed it from to go so far away.
To be honest, Xiao Wei was still a little jealous, especially when he saw Bai Lu eating the maltose on the table with an endless aftertaste and happy and intoxicated expression.
Those are the candies his eldest brother bought!
It’s his frosty elder brother who has never bought him or anyone else maltose!
Xiao Wei suddenly felt that the pound of maltose in his hand no longer smelled good.
There was miraculously no chili pepper for dinner.
The food was particularly delicious. Everyone had two bowls of rice, and every dish and plate on the table was so bright that it reflected light.
The night is dark and the moon is out.
There was only the sound of washing clothes in the yard. Bai Lu thought about it for a long time and took a few furtive glances. Opposite her, she saw a man washing clothes in silence with a cold and stern face.
Finally, muster up the courage.
——
The knock on the door interrupted her a step faster.
Bai Lu gritted her teeth and stared at the door. If there was no urgent matter, let's see how she would repair the door!
“Brother Cheng.”
Luo Shiliu's nonchalant voice, full of banditry, came: "The deadline is up."
(End of this chapter)
