Ji Lianhuo turned around and saw an aunt carrying oranges, trotting hurriedly there.
"Return the money, I won't eat your oranges!" The aunt gasped and threw the bag of oranges on Ji Lianhuo's cart.
Ji Lianhuo opened the bag and looked at it. The oranges inside were all fresh, and none of them were bad.
You could tell by looking at the bag that he sold it. If it had been in the past, Ji Lianhuo would have weighed the money and refunded the money without saying a word. But today, thinking of the six yuan that want for milk powder, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but say, "Can you tell me what's the matter……"
"You have the nerve to ask!" The aunt rolled her eyes, "My grandson ate your oranges and got a lot of red rashes on his body! I didn't know why at first, until someone asked me where I bought it, I realized that it's because you,scourge of the Ji family!”
Ji Lianhuo was silent for a moment, then took out the scale from the trolley again. After weighing the oranges, he refunded the aunt two yuan.
The aunt took the money, shook it twice,as if she was afraid it would be dirty and left with a curse.
The man who was helping looked at the scene in front of him and subconsciously took a step back.
Ji Lianhuo reinstalled the scale, pulled the cart without saying a word, and headed back.
Even if Ji Lianhuo didn't say anything, Ji Dabao knew that the milk powder was gone.
A strong sense of grievance welled up in his heart. Ji Dabao pursed his lips and tried to hold it back.
Although there have been people who returned fruit before, but he doesn’t know why, but this time, it’s particularly sad.
There was no milk powder. Ji Lianhuo originally wanted to buy a can of rice cereal for Ji Dabao, but he came back too late and the nearby canteen was closed. Early in the next morning, amid his uncle's loud snoring, Ji Lianhuo pulled the cart and when they come, the canteen department wasn’t open yet.
Ji Lianhuo brought in fruits as usual, and on the way to set up a stall while pulling the cart, Ji Dabao clearly felt that his uncle was walking extra slowly today.
The sky had turned bright. Ji Lianhuo parked the trolley at the entrance of the small supermarket, carried Ji Dabao on his back, and walked into the supermarket.
Standing in front of the shelf, Ji Dabao leaned on Ji Lianhuo's shoulder and saw the price of milk powder.
Supermarkets are different from alleyside shops. This place is suitable for people who have money. The cheapest bag of milk powder costs twelve yuan a bag.
Ji Lianhuo knelt down and saw the boxed rice cereal under the shelf.
At six yuan a box, the quantity is pitifully small.
One young man and one small child came out of the small supermarket empty-handed. Ji Dabao pursed his lips and tried again to hold back his grievances.
"Xiao Ji, are you here too?" Uncle Yu put his hands in his hands and greeted him as usual, but found that Ji Lianhuo lowered his eyes today and seemed to be in a very low mood.
"What's wrong, Xiao Ji?" Uncle Yu skillfully took out Ji Dabao's bowl from the trolley and poured boiling water into it.
Ji Lianhuo took the bowl and thanked him, glanced at the man patrolling next to him, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Ji Dabao only had hot water to drink today, and he ate two oranges, but he was not full at all. Before noon, his stomach was already ringing, and he was so hungry.
In order to save money on milk powder for Ji Dabao, Ji Lianhuo was not willing to buy steamed buns for himself. He ate half of a bad apple that others didn't want at the wholesale market this morning and has been resisting his hunger until now.
The sun was rising slowly, and the two people were a little dizzy. Somehow, Ji Lianhuo felt as if he was hallucinating. He saw the person in his dream last night, standing opposite.
Wang Zhaomou was also a little confused.
He had been standing in front of the stall for two or three minutes. The boy didn't say anything. Ji Dabao was no longer as lively as usual, and he didn't poke his head out from Ji Lianhuo's shoulder.
"Ji Lianhuo?" Wang Zhaomou waved his hand in front of the young man. Ji Lianhuo seemed to have come back to his senses, pursed his thin lips and braced himself.
"Brother Zhaomou..."
Hearing his uncle's voice, Ji Dabao climbed up hard, stuck out his head, and looked at the young man in front of him. All the previous grievances suddenly converged and exploded, and he burst into tears.
"Dabao." Hearing the child's cry, Ji Lianhuo quickly hugged the child and patted him. Ji Dabao cried so hard that the tears kept falling. He stretched out his little hand towards Wang Zhaomou, trying to grab him.
Seeing that the young man's figure was a little unstable, Wang Zhaomou held the young man's body with one hand. After thinking for a moment, he cautiously picked up Ji Dabao from Ji Lianhuo's hands.
Surrounded by the pleasant and refreshing fragrance, Ji Dabao sobbed a few times, and a bubble of snot bubbled up in his nose. He grabbed Wang Zhaomou's clothes with one hand and held on tightly with all his strength.
Looking at the big one and the small one in front of him, Wang Zhaomou vaguely guessed the reason and turned around to talk to Old Qi.
"Put his cart aside and fruits in the trunk."
Old Qi acted quickly. Wang Zhaomou got into the car with Ji Dabao in his arms, sat inside, and waved his hand to Ji Lianhuo, who was standing outside.
"Come up."
Ji Lianhuo seemed to be in a daze, all his vigilance was thrown away, he got into the car obediently, sat next to Wang Zhaomou, put his hands on his legs, and tightly grasped the fabric under his hands.
"Go to the shopping mall." Wang Zhaomou took out a tissue,and wiped Ji Dabao's face carefully.
Ji Dabao stopped crying as soon as he got in the car, with tears still in his dark eyes. He held onto Wang Zhaomou's clothes tightly with one small hand and refused to let go.
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The author has something to say:
Wang Zhaomou (with a gentle smile): Every mouthful of milk powder must be returned, do you understand?
Boss Xiaoba:......
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