Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Where's Dad?"

"I was called by your uncle Chao to drink." Mom sat back on the bench and knit a sweater.

My mother doesn't have a job, but she is good at knitting sweaters. The neighbors always come over with wool and explain to my mother the style and size to be knitted.Mom would not refuse anyone who came, anyway, she had nothing to do, so she knit sweaters all day long.

After the work is over, when I notify those people to come to pick up the sweaters, the other party will not be empty-handed, a can of pickles, a small bag of dried red bayberry, homemade biscuits, oil cakes, etc., these things are never lacking at home.

"Who are you knitting for?" I asked casually while drinking. [

Hearing my mother mention Uncle Chao, I can't help but think of that night in Uncle Kui's restaurant. I don't know what to do with the pile of money on the table in the end?If some of it can be used to operate on Xiaoluo, maybe it will stop Ah Zheng's madness, right?

But I know this is a bit wishful thinking, Uncle Chao and his group are all strong men, they would rather starve to death than take a penny from Xiao Hai!

"Weaving for you." Mom didn't know what was going on in my mind, so she continued.

"Give it to me?" I was a little surprised, "It's only summer now."

"It's already halfway through." Mom smiled, "Your body grows so fast that you have to reknit a sweater every year."

"Really?" I also smiled, put the bowl aside, stood up and walked to my mother, and carefully looked at her aging face, but in my heart, my mother will always be the most beautiful!

"Clearly."

I was counting the silver strands in my mother's hair, "Huh?"

"There seems to be something wrong with you recently." Mom seemed to hesitate for a long time before asking.

"What's wrong?" My heart skipped a beat.

"Last week, Zhou Ming mentioned in the bulletins posted in the community in the market, is that you?" Mom didn't look at me, she was still knitting a sweater with her head down.

But I know she must be so nervous now, waiting for my answer.

"Of course not..." I said against my will.

"I don't think it's you either." Mom breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at me, and said with a smile, "You're hungry, the leftovers at noon are still warming for you by the stove, go and eat."

"Yeah." I nodded emphatically and ran to the kitchen.

I ate delicious food with just the right temperature, and I made up my mind even more, even if it was for my parents, I should stay away from those bad boys.