Quickly wear: The villain’s mother is pampered

Shikigami went back to bed and kept thinking about this matter. Although the god's power seemed to be disappearing soon, he was afraid that he would jump over the wall and do something to hurt Jiang Qinghuai.

He saw a familiar shop on the street, where he bought flowers for Shen Zhiyi.

He asked the driver to stop and went in again.

"Hello, sir! It's you! I remember you bought a viburnum last time! What do you want this time?"

The flower shop girl greeted warmly.

"Hello, I want to buy another bouquet of Qionghua." The corners of Shikigami's lips curved slightly with a smile.

"Sir, is it still the same as last time?"

"Yes, same as last time!"

Qionghua! It was the memory of his hometown. Even though he had been wandering for a long time and could not find the direction of his home, as long as Qionghua was there, I made him feel at ease inexplicably.

"Dad, you are buying flowers! I want one too." Jiang Qinghuai caught up from behind.

The corners of Shikigami's lips lowered for a moment as he thought about it, and even twitched a few times: "Then you choose, I'll pay then!"

Jiang Qinghuai gave random instructions, and the final bouquet was wrapped in a mess, with all colors in it.

But he was very satisfied with his flowers: "I want to give these flowers to my mother. My flowers are the most beautiful in the world. My mother will definitely like them."

God formula! He didn't say anything, but there was a smile in his eyes.

When the two returned home, they found that Shen Zhiyi had not returned yet, and they were both a little disappointed.

The father and son had nothing to say. One was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, and the other was playing games in the room.

Jiang Qinghuai was still complaining to Xiao Ci in the game.

[There is something wrong with my dad today. Today he actually took the initiative to talk to the classmate whose mother is gambling. 】

I also have some impression of this person Xiao Ci. It seems that he lost 200 yuan at home at that time. His mother came to the school and slapped him without saying a word. If the teacher hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid the matter wouldn't have been solved so easily.

[Oh, it turned out to be him. I know, this kid is quite pitiful, but how did Uncle Jiang know him? 】

【I don’t know either! The most annoying thing is that my dad gave him the snacks in my drawer. I really don’t understand what he thought. 】

[Hey, don’t think too much about it, maybe it’s because you feel sorry for the kid. But you should have less contact with him. After all, his family situation is a bit complicated and there will be some trouble. 】

Xiao Ci is not a completely rich second generation who eats, drinks, plays and gambles. Under the influence of his father, he understands some things. But if his mother knows that the child plays well with his brother, and also knows that his brother's family has a lot of money. , I’m not sure I’ll do something.

Jiang Qinghuai also knew Xiao Ci's good intentions. He didn't need to remind him. Just based on what happened today, he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Bai Lan came home and looked at her drunk mother, lying on the sofa snoring like a dead fish in a pool of water, with a trace of contempt in her eyes.

But now he is too young to do anything to this woman, and he even has to rely on her to live.

She kicked the woman's shoes that were scattered randomly on the floor, but she still ran to the kitchen and saw the wilted vegetables and the almost empty refrigerator.

Very accustomed and familiar with it, I took out the vegetables inside, and then took out the bulk noodles I bought before, turned on the fire, and went down.

The noodles are cooked, just a few green vegetables are simply added and a little salt is added, but this is also a rare delicacy for him.

He cautiously walked up to the snoring woman and gently shook her arm: "Mom, I've made some food. Do you want some?"

The woman was obviously impatient, so she raised her hand and slapped her down. The sound of "slap" was particularly abrupt in the silent room. The woman was still dissatisfied and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You little bastard, you didn't see me sleeping." ?"

Bai Lan's face turned red instantly, and soon became swollen, but he seemed to be used to all this.

He opened the refrigerator again, took out a piece of frozen mineral water from the bottom, squatted on the ground with his thin body, and kept applying cold ice cubes to his face.

Even though he was grinning in pain, he didn't make a sound, but there was a cruel light in his eyes.

After taking good care of his wounds, he carried the two bowls of noodles to his usual sleeping place as if nothing had happened.

When it comes to sleeping, it's only a simple three square meters, just enough for a dormitory bed, plus a little room for walking.

The room was also in the attic, with no lights or electricity, and only a little gap. However, Bai Lan felt extremely comfortable in this room, where the air was filled with a strange smell of decay and the quilt on the bed was black.

It's not that he doesn't like to be clean, it's just that every time he cleans the room, his mother will always mess it up again, pour vegetable soup on his bed, and pile some garbage on him, which is already a common occurrence. thing.

Gradually, he also understood that his mother did not want him to get better, but wanted to be like her, rotten and smelly in the rental house in this chaotic slum area.

A small figure huddled in a dark corner, burying its entire face in the bowl, as if the bowl contained some unparalleled delicacy.

Bai Lan felt a little sick in his stomach after eating. This was the rare time he felt full.

He sighed comfortably, then carefully looked at the woman sleeping in the living room, slowly closed his door, rummaged around under the bed, and took out a small flashlight.

He had picked this up when he was picking up garbage. In order not to be discovered by his mother, he deliberately brought it home when his mother left.

Relying on the light, he touched his book lovingly, took out a cheap pen refill costing one yuan for ten pieces from the pen box, and carefully wrote his future on it one stroke at a time.

……

When Shen Zhiyi returned home, it was just time for dinner, but this time she brought something back.

Looking at the two bouquets of flowers leaning against each other on the stone bench outside, he asked curiously.

Shikigami said in a gentle voice: "Jiang Qinghuai and I bought it together, and it's also for you."

Shen Zhiyi was a little surprised. Her son would not give her flowers if it was not a holiday, and why did Shikigami give her flowers?

But when I saw the style of the flowers that Shikigami gave me, I felt a little want to laugh.

Shishen thought that Shen Zhiyi would be as surprised as last time, but what's going on with this expression: "What's wrong? I sent you flowers, and I don't want you to be satisfied."

But Shen Zhiyi said coquettishly with a hint of teasing, "Guess what I brought this time?"

Before Shikigami could answer, Shen Zhiyi couldn't wait to say: "I brought some Qionghua seeds, but I didn't expect you to buy them too."

The two people's eyes met in the air, and Shen Zhiyi felt as if a warm current flowed through the top of her heart. She was instantly filled with soft affection, like the gentleness of the spring breeze blowing through the willows, gently sweeping through her unquiet heart. It made waves all over the place.

However, such a good atmosphere was broken by a cough.

"Ahem! What are you doing?"

Jiang Qinghuai was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't hide the joy in his tone.

The two of them immediately looked away, and Shen Zhiyi stepped back with a blush on his face.