This stepmother is a bit crazy

Chapter 127
After Zhang Dalan's younger brother and sister came back, they learned that the eldest sister and his wife had both been admitted to college. They jealously said to Ding Shuqin: "No wonder I came back only after registration. I must be afraid that my mother will ask them to give the quota to us. The eldest sister and the others are also true. The children are all If you have it, just farm the land in the countryside and stop reading. It’s a waste.”

After hearing what her son and daughter said, Ding Shuqin's face sank: "I mean, it turns out it's because of this. Can I still take my place now?"

Zhang Weimin, who was sitting on a chair and watching cigarettes, after listening to what the mother and son said, he took the cigarettes and wine into his room without saying a word.

Put it away and come out.

"If I ever hear you say something like this again, get out of here."

Zhang Weimin held the handle of Ding Shuqin's 300 yuan in his hand and spoke very forcefully.

Zhang Dalan didn't know that after she left, there would be such a commotion at home.

Life is slowly getting back on track.

After class, everyone comes here, takes their own oden, pushes a cart, and sells it in front of their respective schools.

After the goods are sold, the trolley will be pushed into the school and placed downstairs. When I go to pick it up the next day, I can push it there.

At first, everyone felt it was very strange and didn’t understand it.

Teachers are also afraid that they are busy making money and will affect their learning.

As a result, all these confusions were put back by the rhetoric about how to be self-reliant, work hard to hone oneself, and embrace a better future.

The teachers didn’t praise it, but they didn’t say no.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, May Day comes in full swing.

It was cold before, and then we were busy doing business and going to school, so everyone didn't come out to have fun.

So, on May Day, Zheng Hao borrowed a camera, and we all made an appointment to go to the park and take photos together.

Liang Guodong and his son lived nearby, so it would be difficult to leave them alone.

Including the three Jiangshan brothers, Zhang Bing, the village chief and his wife, a large team came to the park in a mighty manner.

In the holiday park, colorful flags are everywhere fluttering in the wind, and all kinds of flowers show their most beautiful side in the sunshine and breeze.

Little Apple and Niuniu were wearing good-quality ear-trimmed shirts, overalls, small leather shoes, and red satin bows on their braids.

Cute and beautiful, she is the center of attention wherever she goes.

Jiang Linran and Zhao Xiaoyan were wearing the same lapel white shirts.

Outside the shirt, Jiang Linran wore a thin cardigan in lake blue, and Zhao Xiaoyan wore pink.

The two of them turn heads as much as the two younger ones.

However, between the two of them, there were many boys, and they were sizing them up, but there were no people who came up to chat with them.

Others are also dressed smartly. Even the village chief, who always carries a cigarette pouch in his hand, is much more elegant today. He is wearing a smoky gray shirt and keeps his cigarette pouch at home.

He doesn’t even walk with his hands behind his back.

Because I'm not used to it, I sometimes feel like I'm in the same boat.

When we came to the vast lake, we looked at the duck boats and swan boats on the lake, and several children clamored to sit on them.

Jiang Linran, who had always been a little dizzy, handed Niuniu over to Zhao Dakui and his wife, rented a larger boat for them, and asked Liang Guodong to take Goudan with him.

Seeing this, several boys also went to rent one. In the end, Jiang Linran and Zhang Honghua were left waiting on the shore.

The ship crosses the arched bridge.

Liang Guodong's expression suddenly condensed. On the bridge, among the crowds of people, Zhou Zekai in casual clothes and a beautiful woman in a dress and permed hair passed by him.

Zhou Zekai's expression was stern, the woman's smile was as bright as a flower, and she didn't know what to say to him.

The boat passed through the bridge hole, and Liang Guodong looked back.

People were coming and going, and the two of them could no longer be seen.

Jiang Linran, who was sitting on the shore, basking in the sun and feeling thirsty, saw the popsicle seller and went over to buy two.

I just handed Zhang Honghua one, but she hasn't sat down yet.

An eight or nine-year-old boy ran out of nowhere and bumped into her. The popsicle in his hand fell to the ground along his trouser legs.

Zhang Honghua took out a handkerchief and wiped it for her.

Jiang Linran, who still felt sticky and sticky on his legs, looked at the toilet not far away.

"Auntie, don't wander around here. I'll go to the toilet to wipe it off and then come back." "Okay, okay, you go. I'll wait for you here."

Jiang Linran came to the sink at the door of the toilet.

Turn on the faucet, dip your palms in water, lower your head, stand on your toes slightly, and wipe your palms on the dirty areas of your pants.

If you no longer feel sticky, wash your hands and come out.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, his hand holding the water stopped in mid-air, and his whole body froze.

Time froze at this moment, everything around him ceased to exist, only the person in front of him remained.

Swallow dryly.

Zhou Zekai was standing sideways by the flower bed in front of the toilet, smoking.

Jiang Linran couldn't believe it. He closed his eyes, held back the tears that came to him, and bit his lips hard.

"Zhou" She just opened her mouth with difficulty, and Zhou Zekai turned around.

Four eyes facing each other.

Jiang Linran, who was under the bright sun, suddenly felt cold all over, and the blood in his veins stopped flowing.

The way he looked at her was as calm as water, even strange and cold, as if she were a stranger he didn't know.

Jiang Linran's throat was boiling, and his throat was dry and itchy.

She swallowed.

It was difficult to speak again: "Zhou"

"Zekai, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

A clear female voice sounded from behind.

Jiang Linran turned around subconsciously.

He came face to face with a beautiful woman with permed and curly hair. She passed by her with bright eyebrows and walked to Zhou Zekai.

"Let's go, I still want to see there."

The woman pointed forward with her hand in a direction, and the two left side by side.

Jiang Linran stood there, looking at the figure that was gradually walking away, and suddenly thought of the woman she had met before, the same woman she met when she went to eat mutton pot.

The hands hanging down by his sides were clenched into fists.

What was in her mind was Zhou Zekai's expression when he looked at her just now.

For a moment, the woman who had walked away suddenly turned back and gave her an unclear look.

Jiang Linran, who couldn't feel his heartbeat, seemed to hear the sound of ice cubes breaking when the ice and snow melted in spring.

"Little dye."

After waiting for Jiang Linran to return for a long time, Zhang Honghua, who had finished eating a popsicle, came over and saw Jiang Linran with a pale face, looking in another direction like a clay sculpture.

He was so dejected that his soul seemed to have been seduced by others.

"Little dye."

She called her again.

Jiang Linran slowly turned around.

He looked at Zhang Honghua with dull eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Xiaoran."

Zhang Honghua asked with concern.

Jiang Linran looked back at the direction where the figure had long been invisible, and regained consciousness slightly.

"No, it's just like I saw a familiar person, but I'm not sure."

Hearing what Jiang Linran said, he thought she was Zhang Honghua who met her stepmother's people, and didn't care at the moment.

(End of this chapter)