On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

"Ruman, I'm sorry, we won't talk anymore."

Yun Yao apologized aloud, which was considered to have made Zhong Xiaoya look good.

I thought it was over like this.

But after the first get out of class was over, Fu Ruman went out of the classroom alone, and when he came back, he packed up his things and moved to the only vacant seat in the class.

Zhong Xiaoya ran to Fu Ruman without giving up, "Ruman, why did you move away?"

"I want to study hard."

An alienated and indifferent sentence was like a loud slap on the face, Zhong Xiaoya only felt a burning pain on her face, and the eyes of the people around her also seemed to have sharp spikes, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

In an empty corner at the end of the corridor, Zhong Xiaoya poured out her grievance and dissatisfaction to Yunyao with red eyes.

"Didn't I just chat with someone after class, she couldn't solve the problem by herself, but she vented her anger on me, did I provoke her?"

Yun Yao casually persuaded: "Maybe I gave you the coat, but not her. She feels uncomfortable."

"When we called her last Saturday, she didn't come by herself. Who's to blame?"

After persuasion for a long time, Yun Yao became a little impatient, "Okay, don't be angry, class is about to start, let's go back."

The breakup between Fu Ruman and Zhong Xiaoya did not attract everyone's attention. There was not enough time to study, so who would care about other people's affairs.

However, seeing Zhong Xiaoya and Yun Yao returning to the classroom one after the other, Yun Mo frowned instinctively.

One is her natural enemy, and the other is against her. If these two get mixed up, nothing good will happen.

—

After sending her son to kindergarten, Li Li didn't go shopping for vegetables as usual, but turned into a silver shop.

"Boss, do you accept this?"

The boss took the silver medal in Li Li's hand, looked at it carefully, and shook it in his palm again, "I accept it, 1 yuan and 5 grams per gram."

"So low? Don't fool me, other people sell it for 2 yuan a gram."

The boss smiled, "There must be a difference between the recycling and the selling price. We still have to eat, don't we?"

"That can't be so different."

The boss returned the silver medal to Li Li, "Our house already has a fair price. If you don't believe me, you can go to another house and ask. It's only 1 yuan, 3 or 4."

In fact, Li Li asked at the silver shop on the other side of the old street yesterday, and they only gave 1.4 yuan, so she ran outside to ask.

"Okay, okay, I don't bother to ask, 1 yuan 5 is 1 yuan 5, it's cheaper for you."

The boss smiled, took out a scale and weighed the silver medal.

"4 grams."

"So light? Are you accurate?"

"Don't worry, children are not deceived."

Coming out of the silver shop, Li Li looked at the 6 yuan in her hand, and couldn't help curling her lips.

I thought I could sell it for more than a dozen yuan, but it turned out to be so little. The beating was for nothing. The bitch surnamed Yun looks delicate and weak, but she is not soft when beating people. She is still in pain. with.

Li Li put the money into her pocket resentfully, thinking of the silver medal hanging around the neck of the other goose, she couldn't help thinking again.

The clear blue sky is cloudless, and the bright sunshine casts a soft golden light on the courtyard.

Ling Chunhua sat alone in front of the stone table in the yard, using a pencil to practice writing numbers in a small book.

This is the task assigned to her by her aunt, and she can play after writing from 1 to 100.

When I wrote 25, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Ling Chunhua put down her pencil, got up and walked towards the gate.

"Who's out there?"

"It's me, open the door!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ling Chunhua turned around, ready to move a small bench and step on it to open the door latch.

But soon, she remembered what her uncle said yesterday.

Except for uncle and father, everyone who knocked on the door had to ask aunt. If aunt was not there, she would not be able to open the door.

After Ling Chunhua returned to the gate, she shouted towards Li Li who was outside the gate: "Mom, uncle said that no one can open the gate until he comes back."

With a bang, someone kicked the door hard.

Ling Chunhua was so frightened that she hurriedly backed away.

"Chunhua, your skin is itchy, aren't you? Open the door quickly!"

The door was constantly shaking and rumbling under the constant slaps. Through the thick door, Ling Chunhua could clearly feel her mother's anger.

Enduring her fear and uneasiness, she picked up a pole behind the door and pushed it against the door to prevent people from outside from breaking in.

After doing this, she turned around and ran back to the yard, squatting in front of the pond with her ears covered, and stared at the big-eyed Dabai and Erbai in the pond.

"Hey, what are you doing?! What are you arguing at the door?"

The movement in the courtyard quickly attracted the attention of the neighbors next door.

Li Lili said confidently: "I'm here to find my daughter!"

The neighbor is an old man in his 60s. He has a good relationship with Yunmo and Lingchuan's neighbors. Knowing that there are no adults in the courtyard now, and Li Li is as vicious as a shrew, she can't be a good person at first glance, so she scolded coldly:

"Hurry up, or I'll call the police if you don't!"

Hearing that the old man wanted to call the police, Li Li was frightened.

His younger brother Li Zhijie has become a reformed prisoner, and his mother Zhu Hongping is also locked up in the detention center. She doesn't want to follow in the same footsteps.

—

After returning home from school, Yunmo learned that Li Li came to make trouble again in the morning and was chased away by the neighbor's Uncle Luo, so she immediately brought some fruits and pastries to thank her.

Seeing Yunmo coming to the door, Uncle Luo was overjoyed.

"Miss Xiaomo, you don't need to bring these here, I can't finish all the fruits at home."

Yunmo immediately understood, "Grandpa Luo, have you finished the sauerkraut that was given to you last time? I'm going to pickle it in two days, so why don't you pickle some more?"

Uncle Luo suddenly smiled blindly, "Will it delay your study? You are now in the third year of high school, and time is precious."

"Don't delay, no matter how important your study is, you have to dress and eat."

Hearing this, Uncle Luo was no longer polite, "Then help me pickle another jar of carrots. I, I'll take that one. Cut the carrots into cubes, mix them with chili oil and drink porridge, not to mention appetizing."

While talking, he asked the nanny to come out with a big empty jar, which was obviously well prepared.

Back in the courtyard, seeing Yunmo coming back with a jar bigger than her body, Ling Chuan immediately stepped forward to take it.

"Momo, where did you get the big jar?"

Yunmo shook her sore thin arms, "Uncle Luo next door gave it to me, please let me pickle pickled radishes for him."

In order to build a good relationship with the neighbors, Yunmo gave the neighbors a meeting gift not long after moving here, including a small jar of sauerkraut pickled by herself and a bag of steamed buns made by Lingchuan.

Ling Chuan shook the jar in his hand, and looked at his wife with distress, "It takes a lot of work to fill such a big jar."

Yunmo looked at him, "It's not that you and Zhou Xiaowei are still here, you two will have to help."

"it is good!"

Yun Mo took out the vegetable money given by Uncle Luo, and handed it to Ling Chuan, "When it's time, go to the vegetable market and buy twenty catties of carrots, and then buy ten catties of green vegetables, ten catties of white radishes, and two catties of green and red peppers. I also need to buy some garlic and ginger.”

"I'll go shopping tomorrow."