Wanjie takeaway

Wei Dao crossed the road and glanced at the small shop on the opposite side. He didn't intend to go there. Fu Feng originally wanted not to drag Wei Dao for a stroll. Wei Dao's face suddenly felt that Wei Dao should stay at home, and it was more important to have a good rest. Besides, Fu Feng confirmed that Wei Dao was unpopular for a reason.

The first impression of appearance is that it needs to be silent and quiet.

Don't pull Wei Dao over, it's not good to think of unhappy things.

The two went home one after the other.

Wei Dao opened the door, Fu Feng waited to enter the room.

As soon as the desk lamp was turned on and the door closed, Wei Dao began to draw the curtains and close the screens.

Fu Feng wanted to ask something, for example: It seems that it is not time to draw the curtains yet?Do you need a break now?Can I stay here tonight too?Where do I sleep?where do you sleep

However, a lot of questions went around in his mind, and he didn't ask any of them.

Not only does Wei Dao look like he doesn't want to answer questions, he just doesn't want to talk to people at all.

Fu Feng thought about it, for the sake of himself and Wei Dao, it is better not to talk.

Wei Dao started to do his homework, Fu Feng just sat and watched, his hair tilted in a daze, wandering away from time to time, and then suddenly looked back at Wei Dao.

The room is very quiet, the curtains are drawn and the doors and windows are closed outside, the noise has been greatly reduced, Wei Dao can't wait to finish his homework as soon as possible, it's like taking a deep breath and wanting to go to the fifth floor immediately, it can't be said that he is fully concentrated , at least, he is not going to devote a little attention to explaining the dinner situation to Fu Feng when he has something to do.

Fu Feng didn't ask, his intuition told him that it's better not to disturb Wei Dao who is concentrating on completing the task, otherwise, very bad things will happen, Wei Dao is not without temper.

After waiting like this, Wei Dao didn't start to pack his books, homework and schoolbag until nine o'clock in the evening.

After Wei Dao finished cleaning up here, he remembered that there was someone beside him, and when he looked sideways, he seemed to be asleep.

Since I fell asleep, I don't need to eat dinner, right?

Wei Dao put away his schoolbag and went to rest after washing.

At that time, Fu Feng was still leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Feng disappeared, Wei Dao walked around the house, saw no one, opened the door and went to school as usual.

Fu Feng did not wake up from the dream, but he realized where he was and couldn't get out.

The scene changed, Wei Dao passed by the Sanmen small shop with his glasses on his way home, and was planning to buy something, when suddenly someone hurried over to quarrel.

A middle-aged woman who looked between her forties and fifties had yellowish skin. Against the background of her clothes, her complexion looked a little dark, her figure was out of shape, and her expression was dissatisfied. She held a child firmly with one hand. It was a It looked like a boy in elementary school, holding a set of unpacked, large-scale toys in his hand, the color was blue and purple, and it was longer than half of the child.

It was a little boy, he looked eleven or twelve years old, at most he had a brain of this age, and he also had expressions and faces of this age.

It seemed a little embarrassed, no regrets, and a nonchalant appearance, standing behind the middle-aged woman, looking away.

Wei Dao stood in the shop, not deciding what he wanted to buy.

Fu Feng reappeared at this time, there were not many people around that meeting, compared to last time, he saw Wei Dao at a glance, walked over excitedly, stood beside Wei Dao, and said hello: "Remember me ?"

Wei Dao glanced at him and nodded.

At this time, the middle-aged woman pulled her child and stood at the door of the shop, blocking half of the road, with her waist crossed, and yelled aggressively at the proprietress who was sitting in the shop: "Why is your shop so heartless? How dare you even take the child’s money? That’s a hundred dollars! Such a small child, with so much money, how dare you just accept it like that? I don’t care, you have to return the money today! We don’t want the things , the money must be taken back!"

While speaking, the middle-aged woman seemed to be still accumulating strength, stomping her feet, raising her neck, raising her chin, holding her head high, and her chest upright, like a fighting cock in the street where Wen Neng laid eggs and Wu Neng won the bloody battle.

The sound is deafening and very pungent.

The proprietress was a little dumbfounded by such a yell, she stopped her hands that were still counting the money, and turned her head to look at the door. The couple, a man and a woman who didn't know whether they were mother and son or grandparents, quickly turned their eyes away with a guilty conscience, and stared at each other. With eyes still unwilling to give up, he stood on the road.

She glanced over the middle-aged woman, looked at the little boy hiding behind her, looked up and down, saw the toy in the little boy's hand, and remembered it at that time.Recalling the matter, the proprietress is still wronged.

"Is there any reason to return the things that are sold?

The things are sold, and they are good and not broken. How can it be possible that you buy them as much as you want?

Besides, second-hand goods are worthless at all. You bought them, paid for them, took them away, unpacked them, played with them, and now you just want to change them?How can there be such a good thing? "

Have all the emotional benefits been taken away by you?

The proprietress frowned and gave in just like that.

The middle-aged woman didn't expect the proprietress to speak directly, so she took a big step forward and said with a sneer, "Where is such a good thing?"

She was crying, yelling, waving her hands, stomping her feet, her clothes trembling up and down with the fat, as if a wave of fat was about to hit her face, it was conceivable that the size was astonishing, if she really fought, The lady boss will definitely not win.

The proprietress is still a young man, with a moderate back and a slender figure. The wrinkles only add to the temperament and charm left by time on her body, showing a bit of weakness and helplessness, which suddenly makes people understand Cao Chengxiang.

The middle-aged woman forcefully stretched out a thick arm, pulled the child behind her hard, stood on the road, with a look of "I have a clear conscience", stared at the proprietress and said, "You are an unscrupulous businessman! For money, Willing to do anything! How old is he? What can such a small child do? He doesn't know, you don't know?"

Perhaps because of her generous size, the voice of the middle-aged woman became louder and known to all neighbors: "That's more than 100 yuan!"

As she spoke, she tugged the arm of the child behind her, motioned to speak, looked down at the child and asked, "Really? Do you remember how much money was spent? Tell me! How much did you take!"

The child flinched a little and wanted to hide back, but his strength was still weak, and he couldn't pull it. The middle-aged woman's strength was like a tug-of-war, and the child became more courageous. He lowered his head and said, "More than 100."

He lowered his head and repeated in a low voice: "More than 100."

The middle-aged woman put her hands on her hips and said triumphantly, "Did you hear that?"

She began to complain again: "He took the money from the family, and we didn't even know it! It was more than a hundred yuan. How could a child just use it like this? He dared to give it, but she really dared to accept it? How could a child How can there be so much money? Besides, our family doesn’t have much money, and there are still many places to be used, so how dare we spend so much on such useless things for him?”

She cried: "Where is there so much money? I can't survive!"

The proprietress showed a troubled expression, and tightly held the money in her hand. Although they were all small and small money, they were all money.

It is impossible to just listen to others say a few words, and just obediently give out the truth.

They were a legal transaction, money and goods were settled on the spot, there was nothing else, and she didn't force anyone, even if there was a quarrel, she was the one who was justified.It's just that if others don't make sense, she can't control it.

The proprietress said impatiently: "The money has already been collected, and it is impossible to refund it. You should find another way."

The middle-aged woman yelled loudly: "Black-hearted businessmen! Dogs have eaten their conscience! How could this be? The child stole money from the family to use it. When he came, you didn't take a second look? A child, how can you Could there be so much money? How could it be possible to spend so much money to buy toys? Our parents don’t know about this matter, what is this kid? He can’t make the decision at all!”

She put her hips on her hips and stomped her feet, and said in a majestic way: "What do children know? We are the ones who make the decisions! The money is also earned by us through hard work, and it has nothing to do with this child. If I had known about money earlier It was taken by him, and he was not allowed to use it in this place at all.

He was ignorant at all, stealing and snatching money from the family, not asking or telling, and letting him lead the way.I can't bear to buy a toy!Who allowed him to play?Who taught him so badly!It must be you who want money. "

She cried loudly, and slapped the child with her rough, calloused palm with a cattail fan. The slap was waving violently in the air, with anger and resentment half-true and half-fake on her face, the child subconsciously wanted to hide, but did not Dodging, being firmly pressed in place, twisting uncomfortably, he could only lower his head, as if he didn't dare to look at the proprietress, and still clinging to the toy he bought, even after unpacking it.

Probably because the slap didn't go down very much, or in other words, the slap fell on the person without strength, the child didn't cry or make noise, just breathed slightly with the palm wind flying over the side of the face, tense and anxious, and stood still .

At first glance, they came out to sing and beg for money.

The proprietress held the money in her hand, and almost covered the banknotes with her body temperature, her eyes and eyebrows were full of depression.

She didn't speak, and there were some tears in her eyes.

Wei Dao took the things and handed over the money. The proprietress took a look at the two of them, took the money, and sat there.

There was already a group of people around to watch the fun, standing and sitting, not moving or talking much.

Just making eye contact, going from side to side, rolling my eyes and looking back, waiting for development and results.

Wei Dao left with his back to the shop.