Stepmother

I stood up and said, "I'll take a look."

"Tell Dawa to go." Song Zhaodi said, "He sits by the door, near the door."

Dawa put down the bowls and chopsticks, glanced at Song Zhaodi, and was speechless: "I'm only one step away from self-reliance."

"You take one step less than self-reliance, that is, you are closer." Song Zhaodi asked, "Am I wrong?"

Zhong Dawa waved her hand: "I won't talk to you, I can't tell you." The voice fell, and people ran out.

A moment later, Zhong Dawa came back with a letter. Look at his father, look at his mother, hesitate for three seconds, Zhong Dawa sends the letter to Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi took it, but did not open it: "Eat first, and then read it later, so as not to lose your appetite after seeing the content of the letter."

"It's a letter from Uncle, and the envelope has Uncle's name on it." Dawa reminded, "It wasn't written by grandparents."

Zhong Jianguo: "Your uncle will call or send a telegram if you are in a hurry. If you write a letter, it is not important. Your mother said to watch it after dinner, and then watch it after dinner."

"Dad, you really listen to your mother's words." Zhong Dawa was more curious about the content of the letter, and couldn't help but glance at the letter beside Song Zhaodi.

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "Don't use aggressive tactics with me, these are the rest of your dad's play with me."

"Then you are very good, you have played everything." Dawa pouted, not believing his words at all.

Zhong Jianguo glanced at Dawa lightly, and when Dawa closed his mouth, he took some tomatoes and loofah and mixed it with rice, quite surprised: "Mr. Xiao Song, this dish tastes good. nice."

"Tomatoes are versatile." Song Zhaodi saw a few children eating three mouthfuls of dishes, so she cooked a little bit of rice, and subconsciously wanted to say, don't just eat vegetables. When the words reached her throat, she suddenly thought that when she was in Xiaosong Village, her mother and her eldest sister often talked about Dali like this.

Song Zhaodi felt annoyed at that time, and there was no need to buy green vegetables.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Song Zhaodi stunned, Zhong Jianguo patted her arm, "What are you thinking?"

Song Zhaodi opened her mouth to say that she almost turned into something she didn't like: "Suddenly thought of something, now it's all right. Be independent, regenerate, eat more food, and do it at night after eating."

"Yes, make four eggs at night." Zhong Dawa continued, "Mother, I found that you can eat better than me."

Song Zhaodi glared at her eyes: "Can't you keep your mouth shut with rice? Believe it or not, I don't put eggs in my cooking at night."

"Believe." Zhong Dawa said, "My mother never lies."

Song Zhaodi choked: "Zhong Dawa, why are you getting more and more skinny now."

"Because my mother taught me well." Zhong Dawa blurted out.

Zhong Jianguo frowned: "Zhong is strong!"

"Mother, I'm sorry." Dawa immediately apologized, "My mouth is so sharp because I inherited it from my grandma."

Zhong Jianguo was dumbfounded: "Do you know what inheritance is?"

"I know." Zhong Dawa said, "Whoever looks like is inherited. Mother said it, I remember it."

Song Zhaodi put down her chopsticks and opened the letter: "Don't be rude. Hurry up and eat, go upstairs to sleep for a while, and have to go to class in the afternoon."

Zhong Dawa didn't look at people's faces two years ago, but now that she's grown up, listening to Song Zhaodi's voice, she knows that she can't be poor any more. Otherwise, it will make her angry and continue to eat tomato fried loofah at night.

Wanting to see what was written in the letter, Zhong Dawa took a bite of the dish and ate a bowl of rice in a while. After drinking two sips of boiled water, Zhong Dawa sat beside Song Zhaodi and looked at the letter with her head hooked: "Are grandma and grandpa making trouble again?"

"Your uncle said that your grandfather and your grandma went to your aunt's house last month, and it rained heavily on the way back. Your grandfather fell and the bones in his leg were broken." Song Zhaodi said, "When your grandma asked your uncle for money to treat your grandfather, she asked your uncle to write to your father and ask your father to send them a hundred yuan."

Zhong Dawa was surprised: "One hundred dollars? It's enough for our family for a long time. She is really willing to ask for it."

"Your father is rich, and in your grandmother's eyes he is a big fat sheep." Song Zhaodi said, "In the past, let alone slaughtering sheep, there was no chance to smash wool. Now I finally have the opportunity. , if your grandmother doesn't take the opportunity to open her mouth, she is not your step-grandmother, but your own grandmother."

Zhong Dawa looked at Song Zhaodi: "Mother's meaning for her?"

"Your uncle's letter said that your grandfather can walk on crutches, and the fall is not serious. We suggest that we give fifty." Song Zhaodi looked at Zhong Jianguo, "this is your father, How much do you think you will give?"

Zhong Jianguo thought for a while: "You write back to the eldest brother, our family will give him fifty yuan a year, starting from this year. Then tell the eldest brother that the money will be paid by us."

"Then I will write it now and send it out in the afternoon." Song Zhaodi patted Dawa, "Give me a pen."

Zhong Dawa is not happy: "Why give him money. When my father was young, he didn't want to support him."

"That's what you say, you can't do it like this." Song Zhaodi said, pausing for a while, "When your grandma and your grandma came to our house to make trouble, I really wanted to beat them up, too. You have to endure it."

Zhong Dawa panicked: "Why are people like this being sold by our family."

"Every family has it." Song Zhaodi took the pen and paper handed by Gengsheng, "There are good people and bad people in the world, some people are reasonable, some people have thick skin. Some people are with you. If you say that you are his friend, you may say that you don't know you in front of others."

Zhong Jianguo: "It is also possible to gang up on you with others." After a pause, "You are still young, when you grow up, you will know that sometimes you want to die alone, and see the other party still Gotta be greeted with a smile."

"Is it like Dad seeing Ma Zhonghua?" Zhong Dawa asked.

Zhong Jianguo was stunned for a moment, and almost didn't react: "I don't have such a big hatred with Ma Zhonghua. The old man is not trivial, and there is no ambiguity in what is right and what is wrong."

"Then there is no more?" Zhong Dawa thought about it carefully and was quite disappointed.

Zhong Jianguo pointed at Song Zhaodi: "Your mother doesn't like the mother in the forest, can you see that?"

"I know." Da Wa said, "I don't like the mother in the forest either. She smiles very fake."

Zhong Jianguo: "Then have you noticed that every time your mother talks to Sister Chen, she smiles like a big fool?"

"You are the fool." Song Zhaodi raised her leg and stepped on his foot.

Zhong Jianguo gasped: "I'm just making an analogy."

"I didn't step on your toes." Song Zhaodi turned her head and asked, "Dad, I don't like Sister Chen but still laugh at her, do you know why?"

Dawa think about it: "The knife hides in the smile."

"Pfft!" Zhong Jianguo sprayed all the water from his mouth onto his pants, "I beat your **** so much." He coughed and cleared his throat, "Sister Chen is our neighbor. , Lin Zhong's father is my comrade-in-arms, look down but not look up, it's not too stiff, so your mother has been holding her back."

More curious: "Why can't there be a deadlock? Because they live close to us?"

"Not all." Zhong Jianguo said, "If I am not at home today and the third child is ill, your mother takes the third child to the hospital, and the grandma next door happens to be not at home, so your mother will You can go to Lin's house and ask Mrs. Chen to help you cook or steam rice. If we don't talk to her, your mother will have to find someone else. That's the benefit of neighbors."

Song Zhaodi: "There is one more thing your father didn't say, if I ignore Sister Chen and Sister Chen speaks ill of me to Lin Zhong's father, his father will think that I am very bad, and will therefore Alienate your father. After a long time, it is possible to regard your father as an enemy."

"You adults are really complicated." Dawa didn't understand, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't help yawning.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi said, "Sir is very complicated. If you don't want to hear this, go upstairs. Be independent and take your brothers to take a nap."

"Okay." Self-reliance led the sleepy Sanwa to the front. The big baby and the reborn are side by side in the middle. Erwa followed behind the two of them.

Song Zhaodi looked at the five children and couldn't help sighing: "It's good to be so good at ordinary times."

"The five children on the island are not as good as our children." Zhong Jianguo saw her writing slowly, "Have you written yet?"

Song Zhaodi: "I just wanted to say, a few children interrupted, I forgot. Your father fell on the way back from your stepsister's house, your stepmother should not come to us If you want money, you should ask her daughter for it."

"Do you think it's possible?" Zhong Jianguo said, "You don't have to think about it. However, you can ask your elder brother to mention it to Dad. Tell your elder brother that fifty dollars will be divided five times. to my dad."

Song Zhaodi tutted, "For ten yuan at a time, Zhao Yin will scold people."

"I gave her all the money from our family, and she wouldn't say that I was good, but felt that I gave less." Zhong Jianguo said, "The kind of person who has no conscience, will give it a year. I feel bad for him for ten dollars."

Song Zhaodi was happy: "Then don't give it?"

"Then she has to go to eldest brother's house every day to make trouble." Zhong Jianguo said, "Maybe she can send my dad to eldest brother's house."

Song Zhaodi: "Speak as if you gave money, and she won't do it in the future. Say a word, don't mind, your dad might as well fall to his death. Save us both. Domestic chickens and dogs are restless."

"Mr. Xiao Song, you are sometimes ruthless." Zhong Jianguo said, "It's my dad anyway. You can stop cursing in your heart and say it in front of me, it's ridiculous. ."

Song Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him: "What kind of filial piety are you pretending to be? You dare to say that you didn't feel disappointed when I said that your father fell and it was nothing serious?"

Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly and stood up: "I'm going to the camp."

"Clean the pots and pans before leaving." Song Zhaodi reminded him.

Zhong Jianguo rubbed his forehead: "You're fine in the afternoon, you can clean up. I'm quite busy in the afternoon."

"That's fine, you can go." Song Zhaodi said, "You cook at night."

Zhong Jianguo froze: "Song Zhaodi—"

"We agreed, when you're not at home, everything belongs to me, and when you're at home, you do the dishes and laundry." Song Zhaodi looked at him and said, "Want to say that I care about everything? Or Say I'm not virtuous?"

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath, "I really owe you in my last life!"