milk addicts

There was a dark and skinny boy squatting in front of the shopping mall where people came and went. His rustic attire was incompatible with the glamorous crowd, as if an ugly duck had been mixed in among the swans. The smell of country poverty.

The boy tried his best to hide in the corner by the glass door so as not to block passers-by. He wiped his sweat with one hand, and firmly held a three-year-old child sucking his finger with the other hand.

The cold wind blew against him from top to bottom, but Song Nai was still hot.Walking all the way from the construction site for three hours, the scorching July sun in city A almost drained all the water from his body, and a glass of water could be obtained by twisting the pilled collar.

The chest was even more uncomfortable. The sweaty corset steel ring tightly held the ribs and kept sliding up. The chest was swollen and painful, wet and sticky, and it was unclear whether it was milk or sweat.

"Brother, I'm hungry..." The little boy opened his dark eyes wide, and the little milk's voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Lele, let brother rest for a while, we'll have dinner later." Song Nai touched the child's wet little head, feeling so distressed that he didn't know what to do.

Rows of brightly decorated shops with English signboards seem to be eating people, Song Nai dare not go to make fun of himself, people keep looking at him curiously, leaning against the glass door behind him, rubbing the phone in his pocket, Looking forward to receiving good news.

It's a pity that there is nothing except the SMS notification of the arrears.

"Brother, drink water."

The little boy obediently handed the cartoon pig water bottle hanging on his chest to Song Nai. The crisp sound of water swaying in the water bottle showed that there was not much water in it. Song Nai's throat was so dry that he swallowed with difficulty. Spit, shook his head, "Let's have a drink."

Not only was he thirsty, his stomach was also grumbling like Song Le’s, but in his pocket, apart from a tattered second-hand smartphone, there was only a 20-yuan RMB bill left, wrinkled and wrinkled by sweat. .

I thought I could earn more money by going to the city to support myself and Xiao Lele, but who knew that I lost all my meager savings.

A week ago, Song Nai was still cooking for the workers at a construction site on the outskirts of the city. Although it was a bit bitter, at least he had hope for life.He is a lame man with no background or education. In such a big city, it is impossible to find such a glamorous job.

Even the job of cooking was hard-won. Brother Zhang from the same village introduced him to the construction site. Song Nai worked hard for two months from dawn to dusk, but the project suddenly came to an end. The contractor secretly took the money and ran away. His 3 yuan brother Zhang also disappeared overnight.

The workers became more and more violent. These days, they all gathered at the construction site and invited a lot of reporters. The situation was so big that they were going to go to the higher authorities.

But Song Nai didn't have the money to continue to procrastinate like them, and he was anxious to find another job.I heard from Aunt Shen, who was also cooking on the construction site, that many stores in the shopping malls here will recruit temporary workers during the summer vacation, and the wages will be paid every day. Song Nai was moved and came to try his luck.

He had tried his best to express himself just now, but he was still rejected by various shops one after another. Song Nai sat here to rest exhausted, feeling confused.

Song Le originally wanted to leave some water for his brother, but he was so thirsty, he took a sip now and then took a small sip, and accidentally drank it all. The little hand shook the empty water bottle helplessly, and a layer of wet mist appeared in his round eyes instantly .

Song Nai wiped his little face, made up his mind, got up and said, "Lele, let's go, let's eat delicious food."

Leading Song Le to the shopping mall, the cool breeze from the air conditioner and the fresh scent of perfume in the air are refreshing. This is a big city, prosperous and grand.

A mellow aroma of milk tea wafted out from the slope. Song Nai stared at the milk tea shop not far away, hesitated for a while, and finally took out the crumpled 20 yuan in his pocket, and lined up to buy an ice cream for Song Le.

Anyway, no matter how hard you save, 20 yuan will not become 100 yuan, it will only become less and less as you use it. It is better to let Xiaolele eat something good that she has never eaten before.

Ruthlessly spent the money, Song Nai heaved a sigh of relief when he got the ice cream, staring at the beautiful ice cream in his hand, he felt it was worth it.

The snow-white ice cream is rolled with skirt-like lace, and the pointed top is drenched with blue-yellow kiwi fruit jam. The palm of the hand holding the ice cream is cool, and the surging nostrils smell the wonderful sweet and sour milk fragrance.

After spending eight yuan, there are still 12 yuan, at least I can still eat a bowl of noodles.

The little boy's eyes were straight, and the corners of his mouth kept dripping like his forehead.

Song Nai swallowed, and was about to pass the cone in his hand to the little greedy mouth, when he was bumped unexpectedly, the ice cream dropped from his hand in an instant, and hit the ground with a bang, the curly and cute shape of the cream turned into a puddle in the blink of an eye. Mud, Song Nai's heart throbbed suddenly.

He was not willing to eat, and the eight yuan was wasted like this.

This is the fare he was reluctant to spend after walking for three hours under the scorching sun.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Song Nai raised her head, and there was a tall lady standing in front of her. She was dressed more beautifully than the daughter-in-law of the construction site contractor. Her skin was as white and smooth as milk. The gemstone necklace around her neck was shining, and she was holding shopping bags in her left and right hands.

"……It's ok."

It would be a lie to say that he didn't mind, but Song Nai was too hungry to get angry. He pinched his palms, stared at the ice cream on the ground with a wooden face for a while, carefully wrapped it in paper, and held it in his palm.

The top one is not dirty, and the cone can still be eaten after washing.

"I'll pay you one." Mrs. Ji looked up and down at the boy in front of her. He looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, with dark and shiny skin, and a child was holding a child by his thin arm. When one tall and one short looked over, black The round eyes are shining, like two lost puppies.

Song Nai felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, with two sharp eyes through the sunglasses, as if looking at a commodity, he turned his head and said, "No ma'am."

"Brother, where is Lele's ice cream?" Song Le grabbed his clothes and asked him blankly.

Mrs. Ji won a large sum of money from her little sister during a card game yesterday, and the happy mood has continued until now. Seeing the pitifulness of the two children, she mercifully took out a few red notes and handed them over, "I tell you to take them. Just take it."

Song Nai stared at the red banknotes with serial numbers pinched by slender fingers, and smelled the smell of brand-new ink. He guessed that this lady's manicures cost more than a few hundred dollars.

Just when Mrs. Ji's patience was about to run out, the silent young man suddenly raised his head, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and looked up at her with big dog-like eyes.

"Madam, please give me a job."