Money life

Chapter 43 Shabby
Wei Zixu is different from Yang Qianqian, he can't mend dolls at all, so when the dolls are broken or broken, he can only pay someone to mend them.

When grandma was around, grandma sewed dolls by herself every time. After grandma left, there was no one to help him mend dolls anymore.

After grandma left, he cherished the Doraemon that grandma gave him very much.In order for Doraemon to be healthy, he tried not to play with it, but just put it on the bed.

But as time went by little by little, Doraemon dolls were still broken little by little.

At the beginning, Doraemon was a little bit broken, and then it was broken in big pieces. He has never mended dolls, and he always spends money to mend them because he is afraid that the mending will not be good.

Gradually, more and more places of Doraemon were broken. He tried his best to restore its appearance, but found that it was impossible to restore it.

After his grandma left, he cherished Doraemon more and more. He would hug it every day, treat it as his grandma, and chat with it.

Sometimes, he even felt that he was a bit stupid, just a rag doll, why should he care so much?
As time went by, he found that he could not do without Doraemon more and more.

Doraemon's fabric is not a good fabric in the first place. After so many years, it has long since worn out. It has also been torn a lot over the years, and the cotton inside has become a piece, which is not warm at all.

He really wants to renovate, but he doesn't want to renovate, because after refurbishment, it means that Doraemon is not the original Doraemon.

So, so far he only wants to mend, not renovate.

"Crack." There was a sound in the silent Jingdang toy store.

Everyone looked at the cash register, and the voice came from here.

The Doraemon figure placed on the cash register suddenly fell to the ground for some reason and broke.

At the same time, everyone heard the sound of "patta clatter" coming from outside, and it was raining.

Tuanzi came to the broken Doraemon figurine, sniffed it, then walked aside and continued to sleep.

Zhang Yanjiang came to the cash register, picked up the broken figurines, wrapped them up, and put them in the trash can.

"Clatter..." The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier.

"Hoo hoo..." As the rain got heavier, so did the wind.

"Why is it raining in this fine weather?" Wei Zixu came to the entrance and looked outside.

"It's raining today." Zhang Jianzhi said after reading the weather forecast.

"Boom." A thunder suddenly sounded, startling everyone in the store.

"It's thundering, don't stand by the door." Zhang Yanjiang looked outside and said.

There are pedestrians passing by in a hurry outside, some stand at the door of a certain store to avoid the wind and rain, and some go to the supermarket to avoid the wind and rain.

Wei Zixu came to the shelf and left the door.

Tuanzi seemed to be frightened, stood up cleverly, and ran upstairs quickly.

"Where do you go to school?" Zhang Yanjiang came to Wei Zixu's side, leaned against the shelf, and chatted with Wei Zixu.

"Shanghai University."

"What a coincidence, I graduated from Shanghai University." Zhang Yanjiang didn't expect Wei Zixu to study at Shanghai University.

"There are a lot of students from Shanghai University in this area." Wei Zixu said lightly.

He nodded. The Dingdang toy store itself is not far from Shanghai University. Of course, there are many students in Shanghai University in this area.

"I told you my story, should you help me negotiate the price?" Wei Zixu looked at him and said lightly.

He hesitated, not because he didn't want to bargain for him, but because...

"I have a suggestion. I don't know whether I should say it." He thought for a while and said.

"What advice?"

"I'll ask you a question first."

"what is the problem?"

"Your rag doll is worn out, why not refurbish it instead of mending it?"

"Refurbishing will change the taste, which is not what I want."

"The Doraemon doll was given to you by your grandma. It represents your childhood and youth. It brings you happiness that new dolls cannot bring you." Zhang Yanjiang looked at a doll on the shelf. Doraemon doll with deep eyes.

"what do you mean……"

"Whether the doll is good or bad, I think its owner will regard it as the only one."

"The only thing is that no new rag doll can replace it. Even if it is an identical rag doll, it is also different."

Zhang Yanjiang stood up straight, looked outside, and said: "Instead of making a new one, it's better to find a way to repair the old doll, and then cherish the time it has. When it can no longer bear it, let it go." Open it and keep it in your heart."

After hearing Zhang Yanjiang's words, Wei Zixu fell into deep thought.

Yang Qianqian's eyes lit up not far away.

She used to have a Doraemon, similar to Wei Zixu's Doraemon, but unfortunately she was lost by her father and could not be found.

She was sad for a long time, but that Doraemon lived in her heart.

She has always wanted to do that kind of Doraemon again. When she really did it, she found that although the new Doraemon is the same as the old Doraemon, it feels completely different.

"Boom." There was another thunder.

"Wow, woof, woof..." came the barking of a dog upstairs.

After a while, Tuanzi quickly came down from upstairs as if frightened, and came to Zhang Yanjiang's feet, trembling a little.

Zhang Yanjiang picked it up and stroked it with his hands to make it quiet.

"Boom." There was another thunder.

The thunder was louder, and it seemed to be very close.

Tuanzi yelled and moved restlessly.Fortunately Zhang Yanjiang hugged him tightly, otherwise it would have fallen off him.

"Is your dog afraid of thunder?" Wei Zixu looked at the dumpling and thought it was cute.

"Timid." Zhang Yanjiang smiled.

Fortunately, it was raining today and there were no customers. Otherwise, the dumpling would definitely scare the customers, especially the children.

"Wow..." The rain became heavier.

Zhang Yanjiang put down the dumpling, and it stood at his feet in fear, without moving.

"I think you're right." Wei Zixu looked at the dumpling and said, "But I still want to make an identical one."

"Yes. But the price my mother gave you is really cheap. It can't be any cheaper." Zhang Yanjiang also said decisively.

Wei Zixu sighed, shook his head and said, "I'm still a student, and now I earn all the money I spend, so I really can't get so much money all at once."

In fact, he can spend so much money, but he doesn't want to spend so much money to order a doll.

His life has always been tight, and he never spends money recklessly. He only has one hundred advances on custom-made Doraemon dolls, but he doesn't want the cheapest Doraemon.

Zhang Yanjiang looked at his parents and signaled with his eyes that one hundred and one party could not do it, but Zhang Jianzhi shook his head directly, indicating that he could not do it.

Originally, making handmade dolls was very laborious, and I couldn't make much money. The prices in Dingdang Toys Store were already relatively low, and they basically didn't bargain.

"It really can't be less. If you think it's expensive, then you can order a cheap one. This one can't be cheaper." Zhang Yanjiang shook his head and said.

(End of this chapter)