After asking, Cen Jin looked at Ye Tang closely and felt that she was not looking like she was okay. Her cheeks were swollen, her head was covered with gauze, and her school uniform was stained with blood and mud, and it was a mess. Can you see how Zhao Zhenfang's face is full of joy?
"Auntie Cen," Ye Tang suddenly took a step forward and said to Cen Jin politely, "Thank you for your concern."
Cen Jin was dumbfounded, pointing to Ye Tang, "You... You..."
Her dullness amused Zhao Zhenfang. The old man couldn’t help but said, “Our family Tangtang broke her head and suffered a lot of injuries. She had eleven stitches, but this time it was a real good thing. She was autistic. The disease was actually broken!"
Cen Jin suddenly realized that, and then stared at Ye Tang carefully, the eyes of a child with autism were so unique, how smart as the eyes of the child in front of him! Cen Jin slapped his hands happily, and he looked more excited than Zhao Zhenfang, "Oh my God, a miracle has come, this is a blessing for you and Teacher Ye!"
Cen Jin’s loud voice attracted the mahjong room friends to come out and watch.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Tangtang is sick again or is it...?"
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"What's wrong? Tangtang is cured, just like a normal person!" Cen Jin took Ye Tang's hand, "Tangtang, you say hello to your uncles and aunts."
Ye Tang, who is obsessed with cleanliness, did not reject Cen Jin's physical contact, even if her body was full of the strong smell of inferior perfume, even if her hands had just eaten melon seeds, and they were sticky, as if they were stained with saliva and sugar.
Ye Tang's gaze swept over the surrounding people. They all looked at the neighbourhood where Ye Tang grew up. Zhao Zhenfang and Ye Guoliang have been kind to people throughout their lives, never conflicted with their neighbors, and the relationship between them is very good.
Everyone also knows that Mrs. Ye has an autistic granddaughter. They think they are so pitiful. When the elderly cannot take care of them, the neighborhood will take care of them.
However, these people are in the same style as Cen Jin, and they are full of market spirit.
"Uncle XX... Uncle XX... Aunt XX..."
Ye Tang said hello one by one, and everyone whose name was called and Cen Jin had the same dumbfounded reaction.
"Talk later, talk later, Tangtang was injured and needs to rest," Cen Jin pulled away from the crowd so that Zhao Zhenfang could lead Ye Tang into the old and small door.
Ye Tang turned around and said to everyone, "Thank you for your concern."
A group of bosses were stunned and uncomfortable by her politeness.
"Such a polite look is like Yelaoshr."
This is the school dormitory building of the last century. It has six floors. There is no elevator. Ye Tang followed Zhao Zhenfang on the steps. The steps have been stepped on by countless people for decades. , There is garbage in every dead corner, and there is a rancid smell in the air.
Ye Tang's family lives on the 6th floor. In this building, only their home is the most primitive residents. Other residents either bought second-hand houses and moved in later, or they were tenants.
The offspring of Ye Guoliang's generation of old middle school teachers are very promising. Some went abroad, some bought bigger and better houses in the city, and took all the old people out.
But the Ye family seemed to be abandoned by God, the only child died young, and the remaining children looked like this. Poverty due to illness is mostly the case.
Zhao Zhenfang took out the key to open the door. The room was a little messy and dirty. It was not that Zhao Zhenfang didn't like to be clean, but that she was really too busy. She was almost seventy years old and couldn't do her best. And every time she sorted it out, Xiao Yetang would make a mess.
The house is so small that you can see everything at a glance—nothing of value. There is an old-fashioned TV from more than ten years ago in the living room and an old refrigerator next to the sofa.
There are two rooms, one is full of debris, and the other is the bedroom shared by Xiao Yetang and Zhao Zhenfang. Xiao Yetang sometimes gets sick at night. Zhao Zhenfang sleeps with her and watches her.
In the bedroom there is a bed that looks unreliable, and a desk for Ye Tang to study. There is a simple bookshelf on the desk, which is full of books, and all the textbooks for Ye Tang from elementary school to high school are in it.
Unlike the students in good high schools, where the study materials are bundled in piles, the students in 87 Middle School are the most burden-free. The few teaching aid materials are pitiful, and Xiao Yetang has no teaching aids. She can read and understand the textbooks. Zhao Zhenfang is thankful.
Ye Tang walked to the desk. On the table was an unfolded mathematics textbook for senior high school (optional). Only page 9 was shown. The book was marked by Xiao Yetang using pencil ghost symbols. She was very obsessed with doing it. Marks, some words were scribbled hard to see clearly.
Ye Tang picked up the textbook and flipped through it casually. The formulas and theorems in each chapter are so simple. Ten years have passed since she graduated from high school. The textbook has been updated, but the content is still changed.
When Zhao Zhenfang saw the big bed in the bedroom, she suddenly realized that the child was getting better and that it would not be appropriate to sleep with an old fellow of her. "I will tidy up another room and there is a small bed inside."
"No," Ye Tang stopped her, "I can sleep on the sofa tonight."
Zhao Zhenfang shook her head, very stubborn, "What kind of sleep the sofa looks like, I also come to sleep if I want to sleep. If I don't make the room today, I will have to fix it tomorrow."
"No, we don't need to fix it tomorrow. Let's move out. The conditions here are terrible."
Zhao Zhenfang was stunned, "Where to move?" How high is the cost of buying a house and moving in City A! Even if you sell this house, it is impossible to buy a better house in the city than here.
She thought that the child had no idea about the house or money, otherwise how could she say moving in a calm manner.
Ye Tang thought a little, "Just move to'Hainer Rivers'.
Zhao Zhenfang laughed and touched Ye Tang's cheek lightly. "If this kind of whimsical words, we can make jokes at home. Don't say it outside, you want to make a big joke."