Small supermarket welcomes visitors from all directions

Chapter 27 Old Objects

"Seeing how well they plan, what else can I complain about? To be honest, when we were young, we didn't have such good planning. We just knew how to save money. Many of them even ruined their health in the process of saving money. It's not worth it!" said the aunt in the red skirt.

"I did want to make a plan, but we didn't have the money for me to do so at that time. The living environment is better now." said an aunt in a black shirt.

The lady in the red skirt said, "Girl, my dress has many pockets. I can't carry it all by myself. Can someone help me carry it?"

Wang Yue said: "Auntie, why don't you call your daughter-in-law and let her know that she has also done a good thing and shown her love." The main purpose is to let your daughter-in-law know.

The aunt in the red skirt said, "That's right!" and took out her cell phone to make a call.

"Qianqian! Have you eaten yet?"

"Someone outside our community is asking for donations of old clothes. I want to donate your two bags of clothes."

"Okay! I get it, I will."

"Girls, I've told my daughter-in-law, who of you can come up with me to get it?" asked the aunt in the red skirt.

Song Jiyang asked Wenhao to go, and Wenhao said hello to his aunt: "Auntie, I will go with you."

"Young man, come up with me to get it!" The aunt in the red skirt led Wenhao into the community.

As he walked, he said, "You young people are so particular. I told her not to tell my daughter-in-law, but the girl just now insisted that I make the call."

Wen Hao said: "Aren't you afraid of affecting your relationship with your mother-in-law?"

“That’s why I say that you young people should be particular about what you do.” said the aunt in the red skirt.

"Our original intention was to do good things, but it would not be good if this caused conflicts between you and the mother-in-law," Wen Hao said.

The lady in the black shirt said, "I also have two bags of old clothes, but they are more than ten or twenty years old. Do you want them?"

"Whose clothes are you wearing? Why have they been there for so many years?" Wang Yue still wanted to ask clearly to avoid any trouble.

"It's my daughter's. Those clothes were what she wore at her parents' home. She took a few new clothes with her when she got married, and said she would come back to get the old ones after a while. But it's been almost 20 years since they got married, and she comes back several times a month, but the clothes are still here with me." said the aunt in the black shirt.

"Then you should tell your daughter that there is nothing important inside." Wang Yue suggested.

Seeing that Wang Yue insisted, the aunt in the black shirt agreed: "Okay! I'll call and talk about it." Then she took out the phone and started talking.

Even without turning on the external speaker on the elderly mobile phone, one can still hear the voice on the other end clearly.

"Xiaomei! I'm your mother."

"How could I not know that you are my mother?"

"Aren't there a lot of phone scams now? Some people will pretend to be relatives to call and defraud, so I will introduce myself first."

"Then you should say I am Wang Shujuan!"

"Yeah! I'll say that next time."

"Mom, what's the matter with you calling?"

"Didn't I pack two bags of clothes for you when you got married? You said you would come back to get them after a while, but they are still on top of my closet."

"Hey! If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it. Why did you call today?"

"Isn't there a place at the entrance of the community where people are asking to donate old clothes? I asked them if they wanted your old clothes. They said they would take them but asked me to call you."

"Take it! It's been so many years, I definitely won't wear it again, but mom, you have to check if it's broken. If it's broken, don't give it to others. It's useless for others to take back a bunch of rags!"

"Mom knows this." "Mom, ask the young people to get it for you. You can't reach it if you put it on top of the closet. Don't fall down."

"It's okay. There's a grown-up guy here. Maybe he doesn't need a stool." The aunt was talking about Song Ji Yang. Wen Hao hadn't come back yet.

"Then be safe, we'll come back to see you next week."

"Okay! Then hang up."

Auntie is also straightforward. After hanging up the phone, she called Song Jiyang and said, "I've already told my daughter. Come on, young man! Go and help Auntie get the bag. Auntie can't reach it with her old arms and legs."

It was impossible for Song Ji Yang to go up, he had to stay to protect Wang Yue. Although the outside world did not know her identity and no one was doing anything bad to her for the time being, her safety was taken seriously by several senior leaders.

There was not only Song Ji Yang, there were also plainclothes officers on the periphery, which Wang Yue didn't know.

Wang Yue didn't know, but Li Xiaofei did! Li Xiaofei said to the aunt in the black shirt, "Auntie, I'll go with you to get it."

The aunt was surprised: "Aren't you looking for that boy?"

Li Xiaofei lied, "Auntie, I have practiced it before. If we really fight, he may not be able to beat me! Besides, it's not a fight, just take two bags of clothes."

As he said that, he took the aunt in the black shirt and walked into the community.

The aunt obviously didn't quite believe it, but she thought that just picking up some clothes and climbing up the stool was better than using her old arms and legs!
My aunt lives in a building not far from the gate of the community. We arrived there in a short while. It’s on the second floor.

The most eye-catching thing when you enter the door is a large bookshelf. It is really large and takes up an entire wall in the living room.

Nowadays, many people like to install a bookshelf for themselves when decorating their homes, but no one likes to install such a big one, and fill it up completely. It seems that they really love books. Only cultured people would decorate their homes like this.

This aunt looks like an ordinary old lady, you can’t tell that she is so talented!
"Auntie, I didn't realize your family is made of cultured people!"

"How can I be considered an educated person? My old man and I worked in factories when we were young. My late father-in-law was a university professor, and these are all his legacy."

"That's awesome too!"

"Of course not. If it weren't for my father-in-law working in a factory, we wouldn't be able to afford a house in this neighborhood. At that time, houses in this neighborhood were the most expensive."

"Auntie, where are your clothes?" There shouldn't be any in the living room. The living room is full of decorations that belong to cultured people, and it doesn't look like there are any clothes.

"Here it is! I put it on top of the closet because I was afraid it would get damp and take up too much space. But now I'm older and can't take it down anymore."

Li Xiaofei took a stool, or almost took a clothes hanger and hooked it down, but a lot of dust fell off.

Li Xiaofei said embarrassedly: "Auntie, let me clean it for you!"

Auntie refused: "No, no, I have nothing to do every day, it would be good to find something to do. I have been wanting to do it for a long time, but I just can't reach it."

"Thank you, Auntie."

There were only two woven bags in total, not the woven bags used for moving nowadays, but the woven bags used in rural areas to hold fertilizers.

The thing was not heavy, and Li Xiaofei lifted it with one hand. The aunt hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, girl. There is a lot of dust. Let me sweep it with a feather duster."

The aunt turned around to look for a feather duster, but couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

The aunt didn't want to keep Li Xiaofei waiting for too long, so she opened the bookcase behind her and picked up a stack of papers. She was about to use the stack of papers as a feather duster, but Li Xiaofei quickly took it and said, "I'll do it myself!"

Li Xiaofei wanted to see what the aunt used to shake off the dust. She just saw a hint of red, and then the paper looked like an old object.

(End of this chapter)