Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 4

Seeing my reluctance, the class teacher said to me with a warm face, "Jiujiu, you go back tonight and tell your dad about this, and your dad will understand."

I had no choice but to nod first.

As soon as I got home from school, I threw my schoolbag on the sofa and went into the kitchen to look for something to eat. Just as my dad came out of the room, he was holding a suit jacket in his hand, and I wanted to ask my mom to iron it. Crew cut, tall, single eyelid , the corners of the eyes are raised, and the outline is cold.

It doesn't look like a good mood.

I pursed my lips like a nimble little leopard, and he thought I was going to ask him for pocket money, so he said in a non-talking manner, "Jiujiu, Dad is very busy now, let's talk about it next time if there is anything to do."

This is the image of me in my dad's heart?

After chewing on the lipstick Marshal, he hurriedly said the business, "Dad, the teacher said that we will make a donation tomorrow. This time the donation is for a classmate in our class. Her name is Lin Xiujin. She has leukemia."

The fine lines in the corners of my dad's eyes condensed, "What did you say? The students in your class have leukemia?"

I nodded heavily, "Dad, the teacher said that the minimum donation is 1 yuan."

My dad took out his wallet and smashed out a stack of gray hundred-yuan bills. At that time, the hundred-yuan bills were still gray, reflecting four heads.

After counting carefully, there are actually hundreds of dollars. My dad is so generous.I smiled, and pulled my dad's sleeve to act like a spoiled child, "Dad, my bicycle is very old, you can buy me a new one, 100 yuan is enough."

My dad was about to pay for it when my mom suddenly came out of the kitchen, "Don't buy it for her, Jiujiu bought that bicycle last semester and it's still new."

"Mom! My bicycle keeps dropping its chain, it's broken."

My mother glared at me, "If it breaks down, you can walk to school. The school is so close to the big area, and the children in the big area all walk to school. If you ride a bicycle, I'm too embarrassed to say it. "

Seeing that the last glimmer of hope was about to be dashed, I played it by ear, "Then you can buy me a pair of inline wheels, my cousin and the others have inline wheels, and every time I go out with them, he wears them, and I don't have them alone. I can't keep up with them."

"How old are your cousins? How old are you? They are all in high school. When you can go to high school, I will buy it for you too." I was speechless.

I was very dissatisfied and called my third cousin who was far away in Hong Kong to complain. My mother didn't bother to talk to me, so she took my father's suit and went to the room.

The third cousin is two years older than me. He is now a sophomore in high school. He chatted with me on the phone while doing his homework, "You are stupid. Didn't your teacher say that the minimum donation is 1 yuan? Your father gave you the money, and it's in your hands." It’s yours here, you know? Donate as much as you like, can the teacher force you to do it?”

These words woke me up, and I had an idea, and suddenly realized, "That's right, the teacher didn't stipulate that I must donate a few hundred. I will buy a pair of inline wheels by myself, and I will just donate the rest of the money."

"Children can be taught, ninety-nine, today is Friday, and there will be no classes for the next two days. If you want to buy it, come to Hong Kong tomorrow. My dad will return to Hong Kong tomorrow. You ask him to bring you here. Brother will take you to the specialty store." Buy it, don't wait to be scammed."

"Okay, then I'll go tell my mom that I'm going back to Hong Kong tomorrow." Guangzhou is only two hours away from Shenzhen by car, and Shenzhen is only half an hour away from Hong Kong. Sanbo can drive by himself, and it doesn't take a few I will be in Hong Kong in an hour.

Note that as soon as I made up my mind, I excitedly ran to the living room and told my mother that I was going back to Hong Kong tomorrow. The reason was that I would go to Hong Kong to ask the church brother to do homework, and my third uncle was going to Hong Kong tomorrow and returned to Guangzhou on Sunday, so he could take me along the way.

Seeing that my grades were sloppy, my mother didn't object much. She asked me a few words and then let me go.

The next day, I took a car and rushed into the bustling Hong Kong, which is completely different from Guangzhou. The streets are wide, there are many high-rise buildings, and the top luxury is everywhere.

My cousin and I rushed to the in-line wheel store with money. At that time, the in-line wheels were all imported from abroad, and the price was expensive, but I took a gamble and wanted to buy them. 199 in-line roller shoes, which is equivalent to three months' wages of ordinary people in Guangzhou.

My cousin also tried several pairs and was very excited.

When it was time for me to pay, he asked me to lend him money to buy a pair. I was a little hesitant, and he said that his birthday was coming up and he wanted a new gift. In the end, I was so pestered by him that I had no choice but to borrow money to buy it for him. a pair.

Walking out of the specialty store, I have already spent all the donation money my dad gave me.

I was a little nervous, my cousin was afraid that I would not have the money to pay the donation, so he gave me 1 yuan, took me to McDonald's, bought me a hamburger and French fries, told me to keep it secret, and then returned home.

In the past, there was no McDonald's, only McDonald's, and only Hong Kong had McDonald's.

Back in Guangzhou, I hid the inline rollers under the bed and pretended to study by myself with a restless little heart, because I was afraid that my mother would talk to me.

It was Monday in a blink of an eye. As soon as I entered the classroom, the podium was surrounded by classmates, and the fundraising was going on tensely and orderly. Lan Zhongwen was surrounded by a sea of ​​hands. I squeezed in through the gap, restlessly. Give 1 yuan to Lan Zhongwen.

He glanced at me and wrote Xiao Jiujiu 1 yuan on the form, looking calm.

The morning reading class soon ushered in, and the head teacher walked in with a donation form, beaming with joy.

She said that the performance of the students was very good, and it seemed that she was very satisfied with the amount of donations made by the first class.

As she spoke, she began to praise the students who donated actively, that is, the students who donated a lot. From high school to low school, the first person was Lan Zhongwen, who donated 100 yuan.

No.2 is Dai Xue and Xin Xuan, who each donated 20 yuan.

While reading it, the head teacher began to feel that something was wrong, she stopped her voice, and carefully searched for Xiao Jiujiu’s name on the form. There was no column for 10 yuan, and there was no column for 5 yuan. Finally, she saw mine in the inconspicuous 1 yuan column. The name, she couldn't believe it, it was impossible.

Walked up to me and asked me softly, "Jiujiu, have you told your dad what the teacher told you?"

"I said it, but my dad was very busy at the time, and he said that we will talk about it next time." I was so nervous that my palms were sweating, and I said the excuse I had thought up before.

"Then you didn't tell your mother?"

(End of this chapter)