My imagination has come true

A good normal life begins with a big bowl of broth and small meatballs in a small back alley.

When Mu Qingyun came out of the small white building, he saw the food stalls in the alley at a glance.

A small tricycle, a big pot, most of the guests are elementary school students and junior high school students around, and there are also a few adults who work nearby. Strangers who don't know sit together, talking and laughing.

There were about a dozen strings of vegetarian meatballs rolled on the shallow paper plate, some carrots could be seen inside, Mu Qingyun happily picked them up and ate them one by one.

Don't look at it as vegetarian meatballs, but the owner of this family is kind, and the seasoning is based on the broth stewed from genuine beef bones. Those that have begun to rise in this era, all kinds of seasonings are not used.

After all, the customers who know the goods are still in the majority. His house does sell a little more expensive, but the business is very good.

After Mu Qingyun finished eating the small balls, he ordered a big bowl of soup like everyone else, drank it in one gulp, and sweated out, feeling very happy.

The wind picked up.

The leaves rustled.

The wind in August actually brings out a little bit of coolness.

This is the most comfortable wind, neither hot nor cold, neither wet nor dry, excellent.

Mu Qingyun thought of the various places she had lived in, most of them were from January to August, and the heat was unbearable, and she wished that eating eighteen ice creams a day was not enough, leaving the air-conditioned room, life suddenly became impossible.

There are also some days, in August, when the wind is bitterly cold.

Is this climate change a little faster?

But thinking about it carefully, the weather after she went to college seems to be much less extreme than the extreme weather she encountered when she was a child.

Mu Qingyun likes to let his mind think about various things casually when he is walking, eating, or having nothing to do.

"Jiang Qingyun."

Mu Qingyun didn't raise his head, just heard a kick, a tap, a tap, someone came to the table, and the voice was still very clear and clear.

"Are you Jiang Qingyun?"

Mu Qingyun followed the voice and saw that the person who came was a young boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. He was tall and fair-skinned. He should be Jiang Minhua's twin brother, Jiang Guotai.

The day she first came to Xiong County, she did not see this child.

Jiang Minhua's uncle, Li Congshan, talked about his nephew and niece when he had nothing to say on the train.

It is said that Jiang Guotai and Jiang Minhua are not in the same class, they always play outside after school and don't go home until evening, not as obedient as Jiang Minhua.

"Hmph, don't act like you've suffered a lot. Do you think Dad treats you badly, but treats me and my sister well? Bah, he's not my real father, can he treat me well?"

"He sent you back his salary every month, and said he would give you pocket money. When he came to my place, he just took care of things. He only gave ten yuan a month. He didn't let him eat out or go to the game hall. Staring at me for my homework every day, and making small reports with my teacher, making my teacher stare at me, even during the big class, the English teacher also forced me to recite English words, saying that my dad had confessed, forcing me all day long, Just know how to force!"

Jiang Guotai obviously didn't know how long he held back these words. He started babbling non-stop, and then snorted after a while, "Anyway, don't pretend all day long that our siblings took advantage of it, how much did you eat?" It looks like a loss, it's annoying!"

Thinking of the past few days, the parents at home would quarrel as soon as they got home, no matter what they talked about, they would quarrel in the end, and at the end of the quarrel, it must be about Jiang Qingyun as the theme, and he became more and more annoyed.

Father hoped that mother would quickly help Jiang Qingyun transfer to another school, and the attached high school would start on September [-] this year, so that she could go to school smoothly.

My mother agreed. After meeting this unlucky 'sister', she became angry and yelled every day. If you have the ability to vent, if you have the ability to discover, don't ask me for help!

Noisy again, the girls from the country are all in the third year of junior high school, and if they have to transfer schools at this time, will the attached high school be willing to accept them?

It's true that she is a teacher in this school, but she can't do whatever she wants at school, so why should she work so hard to owe favors to a little girl who doesn't know the so-called film.

Jiang Guotai felt that his mother was not wrong at all.

Just like what his mother said, she, Jiang Qingyun, found the oil bottle from home halfway through, and wouldn't bow her head to be a human being. Could it be that his mother would spoil her?It didn't crawl out of my own stomach, so why bother?
It's just that his mother had to yell, and the growls could be heard by neighbors.

Today when he went to school, the neighbors asked him——Did your mother really say that she would only take care of it if your father’s elder sister kowtowed to her to apologize and admit her mistakes, otherwise, your father would not speak up ?

Jiang Guotai: "..."

"Anyway, don't hang around our house, go back to your country quickly—ouch!"

Jiang Guotai roared excitedly, his arms shook wildly, and he slammed on someone else with a slap.

"Where did the dog come from, you don't have long eyes!"

Jiang Guotai suddenly turned his head and stared at him, but he was stunned, his arrogance slightly lowered, and he was a little embarrassed.

The one he threw his arm at was an old man, with a stooped figure and skinny as a stick. Looking at the old man, he looked up at him, as if he was a little dazzled, and couldn't see clearly at all.

After all, he is an old man, Jiang Guotai is just a young man who is a bit rebellious, and he is not sincerely malicious, so he shut his mouth and just muttered, "How old are you, what are you running outside, and you are not afraid of falling to your death in a ditch someday!"

The skinny old man smiled, his face wrinkled and trembling, but he didn't say a word, he just brushed Jiang Guotai and Mu Qingyun step by step, walked out through the dark alley.

Mu Qingyun smiled, turned around and continued to eat his own small balls, just picked up the bowl, frowned suddenly, looked serious, got up and swept the sand and gravel on the ground, the sand flew up and went towards the back of the old man's head.

Jiang Guotai was startled: "You beat the old man!"

The tail of his voice was still swaying, and his eyes blurred, only Jiang Qingyun's ponytail was seen, and what was even more frightening was that he seemed to see that skinny old man turned into a scud, and he flew up and stepped over the railing in one step across the road.

Instinctively, Jiang Guotai also chased after him. After only a few steps, he saw two bolts of lightning crossing the bicycles and cars along the way, sprinting left and right, and disappeared.

He rubbed his head in a daze, and suddenly realized something was wrong. He moved his shoulders and was startled: "Ah, where is my schoolbag!!"

In the schoolbag is not only his tuition and miscellaneous fees of 400 yuan, but also his food expenses of 700 yuan, and the lucky money specially saved this year, pocket money, [-] yuan, all kinds of things add up, there are more than [-] yuan.

This is not a small amount, cold sweat dripped down Jiang Guotai's face, and tears burst out: "Wow!"

Jiang Guotai cried and called the inspection department. When he saw the inspector who rushed over, he cried and staggered, talking nonsense about the bad things he encountered today.

The inspector of the inspection department naturally didn't know Jiang Guotai, but he recognized the Jiang Qingyun he was talking about. The day before yesterday, Zou Zhan came over to help the little girl change her surname. (end of this chapter)