Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

Saying that Xiao Shuai Shuai has a problem with his brain is not scolding, but that he has mental defects.

After he sat down with his mother, he took out a piece of chalk from his pocket and wrote and drew on the table.

The mother, who was called "Aunt Sun" by the black old fat, hurriedly stopped her son's move.

"How many times have I told you that you can't draw on someone else's desk. So

saying, he went to snatch the chalk from his son's hand.

Shuai Shuai hid the chalk behind him, probably because his mother's attitude stimulated him, and he screamed.

"Don't give! I won't give!"

Shuai Shuai's voice was particularly loud, and there were diners around him with displeased expressions.

Aunt Sun hurriedly covered her son's mouth.

"Be quiet!" The

black old fat came over with his face and relieved Aunt Sun.

"Let him draw, I think Xiao Shuai Shuai is quite artistically talented. "

I looked at it, and there was a little king drawn on the table.

Aunt Sun nodded apologetically to the black old man, and then took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and when the handkerchief was opened, there was a stack of money inside, with denominations ranging from one cent to one hundred, whether it was steel hammers or paper money, everything was available.

Aunt Sun handed the money to her son and guided him.

"Shuai Shuai, how did your mother teach you before, how much should you give for a bowl of noodles?"

Aunt Sun was in a hurry, snatched the face in front of her son, slapped the table with her other hand, and reprimanded her son loudly.

"How many times have I told you, you have to give money for dinner! Do you remember it!"

The black old fat persuaded.

"Aunt Sun, don't be embarrassed for the child. Aunt

Sun's eyes were red.

"I don't want to embarrass him, but I can't take care of him for the rest of my life! What will he do if I'm gone!"

she said, putting the stack of money in front of her son, pointing to ten of them.

"Shuai Shuai, do you remember, Uncle Hei will give this one when he eats noodles in the future, do you remember?" Shuai Shuai

was still aggrieved and muttered.

"Mom give, mom give......"

Aunt Sun wiped her tears and pushed the noodles back.

"Good boy, it's my mother, it's wrong, eat, eat......"

There was only one bowl of noodles on the table, Shuai Shuai ate two bites, handed the chopsticks to Aunt Sun, and said innocently.

"It's delicious! Mom eats it too!" Aunt

Sun said with a smile, took a small bite symbolically, and pushed the noodles back.

"Mom has eaten it, eat it quickly, don't waste it. After

Shuai Shuai finished eating noodles, Aunt Sun took him and left.

Looking at the backs of the mother and son in the distance, Lin Xiaolu sighed.

"It's so pitiful......"

I sighed in my heart, inadvertently recalling my days in the welfare home, when there were also children with weak heads, but at that time I didn't feel pity for them, but envied them, at least they will always be like children, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, or hunger and clothing, every day is happy.

"What do you want?" Lin Xiaolu's hand shook in front of my eyes, "So engrossed." I

said nothing, got up and settled the money.

Lin Xiaolu and I returned to the teahouse, and like most days, the teahouse was deserted, just the two of us all day.

When the sun began to set in the west, Lin Xiaolu's scream suddenly came from upstairs, and I was dozing off, and I thought something had happened.

As a result, Lin Xiaolu ran out of the house, her eyes rubbing with tears.

"Zhang Xian, the teahouse has a power outage, my qualifying match!"

I ran to check the electricity meter, it turned out that there was no money, the teahouse used an old-fashioned plug-in card meter, and I couldn't renew it with my mobile phone, so I could only take the electricity card to the power company's business hall three streets away to charge money.

With Lin Xiaolu's otaku son, she definitely won't go, so I have to run errands.

On the way I passed by a small garden and saw two familiar faces.

Aunt Sun and her son Xiao Shuai Shuai.