Who is poor? [Rebirth]

Mingyu saw Tang Zhishu's gaze directly following Cheng Yanxia, ​​and even followed Cheng Yanxia for a few steps.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Tang Zhishu's goal is not Mingyu.

But soon, the elegant middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and walked up to Mingyu again with regret.

"Xiao Yu, that is your good friend."

Seeing his absent-mindedness, Mingyu didn't shake his head or nod. "Uncle, I won't go to your house anymore, I still have work."

Tang Zhishu was already a little upset when the duck in his beak ran away.Now when he heard his best nephew refute himself, he was suddenly a little angry.

"Xiao Yu, you are not young anymore, there is no need to get angry with your family and uncle over this matter."

"After a long time, even if we are relatives, uncle will be disappointed."

Ming Yu looked at Tang Zhishu, and he saw his uncle's absent-mindedness.The words on his lips came out subconsciously, and his eyes were still on Cheng Yanxia and the others who were not far away.

Mingyu didn't want to argue at the school gate.

He said directly: "Uncle, I also know that I am not young, and I will be full after the new year. I will be independent earlier, is it not good for the family?"

Tang Zhishu opened his mouth to speak, but Mingyu changed the subject.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you coming to pick up my cousin for a long time. I don't know that he often skips classes. How is the final grade of this semester?"

Tang Zhishu values ​​face, especially when there is only Tang Jifang in his family.Visiting relatives every year, the results will definitely be compared.

Mingyu thought back, it seemed that every time he talked about his grades, his mother Tang Zhilan would turn to Tang Jifang instead.But Tang Zhishu didn't like it, and would often change the topic.

Talking about Tang Jifang's achievements is undoubtedly a painful foot for Tang Zhishu.

Sure enough, Tang Zhi's writing turned black.Can't say anything.

"You said he still skipped class!" The adult changed his face, it was so fast.Just now it was peaceful and rainy, but now it is full of gloom.

Mingyu seemed afraid that he would not believe him, so he added: "I often see him outside the school playing with a group of people with colorfully dyed hair."

Tang Zhishu could see the blue veins on his forehead, and he was obviously angry: "Where is he now?"

The gentle smile disappeared, and he seemed to be different from the uncle who always maintained his demeanor in front of him.

Mingyu shook his head: "I don't know, maybe in an Internet cafe?"

Tang Zhishu reached out to touch Mingyu's head, the corners of his mouth were hooked, but his eyes were full of disappointment. "I'll go to see your cousin, and I'll pick up Xiaochen directly later."

After finishing speaking, he left, leaving no room for Mingyu to refuse.

At this time, a few boys who stayed by the side came over again.

Ji Zaisang scratched his face: "My friend, what's the matter with you?"

Cheng Yanxia squinted at him, then stroked Mingyu's soft hair: "If you don't like it, just refuse."

Mingyu raised his head, the smile on his face was brighter than the sky: "It's okay."

Cheng Yanxia's black eyes were calm and calm. "Well, let me know if you need help."

Mingyu looked into his obsidian eyes, and just being stared at by his eyes gave him an inexplicable sense of trustworthy security.

Mingyu rolled his eyes.

His sense of security originally came from this person.

After sending Mingyu to the store, several people left shaking.

As soon as Guan Hui saw Mingyu, she hurriedly pulled him closer to the shop.

Looking around outside, Guan Hui said, "Xiao Chen, your father is here again today."

Mingyu was taken aback for a moment, and the blood on his face fell instantly.Keeping his mind steady, Ming Tuo hugged his caring aunt instead. "Aunt Guan, did he say anything?"

"No, I didn't say anything." Guan Hui's face was full of distress, "I just stood outside and looked around, and left after a while."

Mingyu thought for a while, maybe he wanted to find a time when he placed an order, so that he could take him back home.

Guan Hui patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, he dare not come here when Auntie is here."

Mingyu: "Thank you, Auntie."

"Thank you, thank you. I raised you as half my son. The whole family is welcome."

Mingyu smiled cutely, but still said a lot of thank you from the bottom of my heart.

For the rest of the time, Mingyu helped the store's business to be more vigorous.Work during the day and do homework at night.Before going back to his hometown, Mingyu packed up everything.Only took one box back with me.

On the train early in the morning, Guan Hui watched people get on the train before going back to the shop in peace.

Depart in the morning and arrive at night.

Mingyu transferred from the train to the bus, and the bus to the motorcycle, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening when he arrived in the village.At seven o'clock in winter, it was completely dark.

Grandpa's house is in a village in the province next door to Jiang City.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, when I was a child, I had to walk dozens of miles of mountain roads to go to school.Now the traffic is better, and a road has been built to lead directly to the village.Otherwise, it will take more time for Mingyu to come back.

The creaking sound of the suitcase is like a gong in the silent village.

Dogs barked one after another, and many people who hadn't closed their doors turned on the street lights one after another, opened the doors and poked their heads out to see whose family members had come back.

The stone road in front of Mingyu was lit by dim yellow lights, and I felt a warmth that was more refreshing than hot springs from the bottom of my heart.

"Hello, Second Grandpa."

The old man grabbed the rice bowl in his hand, pinched the chopsticks in the other hand to his fingertips, and stared wide-eyed. "Which family is this kid? So pure?"

"Second Grandpa, I'm Mingyu." After so many years, although the old man's hair has turned gray, Mingyu still recognized him at a glance.

Speaking of it, the old man is a brother who is somewhat related to his grandfather.He used to play with his grandson often when he was a child.

"Mingyu? Mingyu...Mingshan Chong's family."

"Yeah." Mingyu chuckled, "Second Grandpa, I'm leaving first, and I'll come back to play tomorrow during the day."

"Good boy, good boy, haven't come back for many years."

Looking at the handsome and tall boy, the old man sighed in his heart. At that time, he was the prettiest boy in the village, but it was a pity that both parents were irresponsible.After giving birth, the child was thrown to his grandfather before he was one year old.

It wasn't until his grandfather left that he came back to pick him up.

I haven't seen it for many years, the longer the better.

"Old man, who is it?"

"Mingyu."

"Mingyu? Who is it?"

"Ask your eldest grandson."

"Grand grandson..."

Ever since Old Master Ming passed away, the Ming family never came back.From ten years old to 17 years old, counting only this life, there are seven years.

Fortunately, my grandfather's house was a building, and it was considered the first building built in the village at that time.

Walking through the path illuminated by lights, Mingyu switched to the mobile phone's light.

Stepping on the cement dam in front of the house, Mingyu looked around but didn't see any weeds.It seems that on weekdays the neighbors want to dry things, so the place has not been abandoned.

But when the door was opened, an old musty smell rushed towards the tip of the nose.

After turning on the light, bright fingerprints were left on the yellowed switch.Mingyu rubbed his fingertips to clean the dust off his hands.

He was very calm and wanted to find his home.

Fortunately, I paid the electricity bill when I came from the town, and the lights are not all unusable.

The house is full of cobwebs, and the corners of the walls look like they have returned to damp and have black mold spots.There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and there was a footprint under his feet.

"Let's tidy up the bedroom first." Mingyu straightened his sleeves, already mentally prepared.

From 09:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m.

The well water was bitingly cold, Mingyu wiped the bed at home three or four times, his fingers were already red from the cold.

This night, Mingyu slept very well with his own thick clothes and a quilt sent by a neighbor.

The author says:

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: but I can’t ask for 10 bottles of books;

thank you very much--