When Yu Zhile used alcohol cotton balls to clean Yu Zihuan's forehead wound, he felt that his hands and feet were very light, and Yu Zihuan didn't cry out in pain, but he was still a little scared when he saw his two thick wrinkled eyebrows and low-pitched eyelashes. nervous.
After applying the medicine and putting the gauze on, she put down the hand that picked up the broken hair in front of Yu Zihuan's forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief. Yu Zihuan glanced at her, then looked away immediately, "Why help me?"
Yu Zhile didn't know why, and looked at him blankly, "Didn't you ask me to give you medicine?"
Yu Zihuan looked at her with a frown, a little impatient in his eyes.
Yu Zhile regained his senses this time, and realized that he was asking why he was pretending to be a teacher from No. 4 Middle School to help him. So he simply pretended to be stupid, squinted his eyes and smiled, revealing a row of neat white teeth, "When the road sees injustice, draw a knife to help, it's not right to bully the weak!"
Yu Zhile felt that Yu Zihuan wanted to roll his eyes at her, but he finally held back, just looked at her with a strange look, stared at her for a long time and asked, "Do you mean to think that I am weak?"
It's not like I said the wrong thing again, sensitive children are really hard to handle. Yu Zhile laughed dryly and defended: "I didn't mean that, I said weak and weak in relative terms, you see, you only have one person, and they have eight people, aren't they the weaker side in comparison, if pure One-on-one, you can even beat their boss, how can you be considered weak?"
Yu Zihuan probably thought that the reason was acceptable, so he didn't bother with this issue any more. He reached out and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, ready to deal with the bruises on his body. He suddenly raised his head and said to Yu Zhile, who was still facing him, "Don't look at it. Turn around."
Yu Zhile nodded hurriedly and turned around, but in retrospect she felt that she was wronged, as if she wanted to see him undress as a little boy. Yu Zhile, who had nothing to do, naturally began to observe the furnishings in the room, his eyes shifted from the chandelier to the sofa, then from the sofa to the coffee table full of sundries, and then again, he saw two black and white photos hanging on the wall.
On the left is a young woman in her twenties. She is very beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and a smile. She is seven or eight similar to Yu Zihuan, but much softer than Yu Zihuan. On the right is an old man with white hair. But from the smile between the corners of his eyes and brows, it can be seen that he was a beauty when he was young.
Yu Zhile quickly deduced that the relationship between the three of them should be the three generations of grandparents. But Yu Zihuan is too miserable in this case. His grandmother died, and his mother died young. Maybe the one on the left is his aunt
Yu Zhile was still immersed in thinking, Yu Zihuan had finished putting on the plaster and getting dressed, limping holding the medicine box and trying to put it back in the high cabinet.
"I'll do it." Yu Zhile is not too tall in the north of his hometown, but he is also 1.7 meters tall. Compared with the undeveloped Yu Zihuan, who is only about 1.6 meters tall, he is still much taller. The medicine chest can be put back in its place.
Yu Zihuan didn't try to be brave this time. He handed the medicine box to Yu Zhile and sat down on the sofa honestly.
Yu Zhile looked at the time, it was already half past six, and the smell of food wafted from other houses, but Yu Zihuan's house was still in a cold pot and a cold stove.
Yu Zihuan sat silently. Yu Zhile doubted whether he would tell his parents about the bullying because of his character. She was thinking about whether to wait for his adults to come back and politely express that he was rejected by his peers. The situation is also considered to be benevolent.
Yu Zhile was neither standing nor sitting. The atmosphere was really awkward. She couldn't help but probed her head and looked at the door, "Where's your father? Haven't you got off work yet?"
Yu Zihuan didn't answer at first, Yu Zhile waited for a long time, and when he was about to give up, he heard him say: "He owes a lot of debt, he ran away long ago, and he probably died outside."
The words were cold, but the coldness in Yu Zihuan's eyes made Yu Zhile even more shocked, as if the person mentioned had nothing to do with him, not his father, not even a stranger.
If it can be called embarrassment just now, the atmosphere is probably frozen now, and every movement will make Yu Zhile want to slap himself and make you slutty.
But when his eyes swept across the posthumous photos on the wall again, Yu Zhile suddenly realized something, "Then you now..."
"I live alone." Yu Zihuan also noticed her gaze when looking at the posthumous photo, raised his head to accurately capture her gaze, and the look in her eyes clearly revealed a meaning, if she dared to express his pity, he would immediately You can turn your face.
Yu Zhile really sympathized with him, but the first sentence that came to his mind was: This is not legal.
Yu Zihuan looks at most twelve or thirteen years old, maybe even younger. As a minor, doesn't he have to have a guardian
Probably because the confusion in Yu Zhile's expression outweighed the pity, the hostility in Yu Zihuan's eyes weakened, and he lowered his head and explained, "Only my aunt adopted me."
But in name only, in fact, he was left to fend for himself, and he was happy to be free in his grandmother's old house.
Yu Zhile didn't know what to say. She had a deep understanding of this child's sensitivity and stubbornness in her brief relationship, so it's better not to say anything.
"You haven't had dinner, have you? It just so happened that I didn't eat either, so would you like a meal?" Yu Zhile changed the subject tactfully, and leaned close to Yu Zihuan, seeing that he didn't answer, he hurriedly added, "I can Pay."
Yu Zihuan moved his body and distanced himself from Yu Zhile, "I only have instant noodles."
"It doesn't matter, just eat something."
After going to the kitchen and rummaging through the boxes, Yu Zhile has a new understanding of Yu Zihuan.
She is a sincere child. She said that only instant noodles are instant noodles. She also knows to add ham sausage or poached eggs to cup noodles. Yu Zihuan's house has nothing but a box of instant noodles, and the refrigerator is cleaner than her face.
After the water boiled, two bags of instant noodles were put down, and as soon as the fragrance wafted out, Yu Zhile heard the sound of a chair being dragged behind him. Looking back, Yu Zihuan had already picked up his bowls and chopsticks and sat down in front of the small table in the kitchen.
His face was hot and his mouth was burning, but Yu Zhile couldn't stop eating. The weather was getting sultry in July, and in the poorly ventilated kitchen, he was sweating quickly. Yu Zhile fanned with his hand. Feng, seeing Yu Zihuan beside her, although she eats slower with her left hand, her fair face is also covered in sweat, and strands of broken hair stick to her forehead. Cold and hard, it looks like an ordinary child.
But he is a very good-looking child. Most people sweating profusely will only look sloppy and sloppy, but Yu Zihuan only reminds Yu Zhile of the lotus flower with dewdrops in the morning, not stained with fine dust, coupled with the drooping dog eyes at the corners of his eyes. Her motherhood is overflowing, and she can't look away.
Looking at it, Yu Zihuan suddenly raised his head, Yu Zhile and his shining eyes met, only then did he realize his gaffe, and quickly straightened his face, expressing his grief, "You can't do this, you are growing up, how can you do it? What about eating instant noodles every day? How can the nutrition keep up?”
Yu Zihuan frowned at what she said, and turned his eyes to his face, "I can only afford instant noodles."
Seeing that Yu Zihuan didn't despise her, Yu Zhile breathed a sigh of relief, and thought about this issue seriously, and suddenly had an epiphany.
Yu Zihuan lacks someone to take care of, she lacks a place to live, otherwise she will rent his house, she can work part-time to pay the rent, and take care of Yu Zihuan's three meals a day, so it shouldn't be taking advantage of him.
After telling Yu Zihuan about this idea, he looked at her strangely and said, "Aren't you a resident of this building?"
Yu Zhile remembered her act of using the key to open the door downstairs, and she didn't blame Yu Zihuan for having such a misunderstanding. She laughed dryly, "Do you believe me when I said that the key was picked up by me?"
Yu Zihuan obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't say anything. He picked up another chopstick of noodles and put it into his mouth.
"Are you worried that I'm a bad person?" Yu Zhile thought he was still worried when he saw that he was silent.
"How much rent do you pay?"
Was thinking about this.
Yu Zhile thought about factors such as rent and price increases in ten years, and estimated the price, "One thousand?"
After she finished speaking, she regretted it. Ten years later, it was not much more expensive for her to live in a whole room by herself, but Yu Zihuan didn't give her a chance to go back.
It really doesn't hurt.
Yu Zhile has a deeper understanding of Yu Zihuan again, but who asked her to come up with this method herself, she can only smash her teeth and swallow it in her stomach. After all, she has found a place to stay, and she is relatively close to this area. Familiar, it is also easier to find odd jobs here without academic qualifications and identification.
After eating and washing the dishes, Yu Zhile realized later that he had not introduced himself, "Forgot to say, my name is Yu Zhile, Yu is the elm of the elm tree, remove the wooden characters, know the knowledge, happy music, you You can call me Miss Lele."
"My name is Yu Zihuan."
"It's a coincidence, we have the same surname, we're more like siblings." Yu Zhile turned off the faucet to dry his hands, turned around and said happily.
Yu Zihuan gave her a deep look, and said with a sullen face, "Unfortunately, I am a superfluous Yu."
Yu Zhile wanted to say that it all sounded the same anyway, but he continued slowly, "The son who has separated from his wife and children, the son who has been separated."
Yu Zhiyue cleared his throat and said bravely, "It's also a son of a family full of children and grandchildren. Huan Ran is relieved."
Yu Zihuan glanced at her again, but this time the ice in his eyes was a little loose, but he didn't answer.
In the evening when Yu Zihuan was doing her homework, Yu Zhile secretly checked what she had brought ten years later. Although the phone still had power, her sim card was issued by the school in her freshman year. Whether a card from 2005 can continue to use a smart phone, but to avoid attracting others' attention, it is better to change to a mobile phone that is in line with the times.
There were one thousand yuan in whole money and some change in the wallet. Yu Zhile nervously checked them one by one. Fortunately, they were all printed in 2005 or before, and they can still be used. Yu Zhile couldn't help but be glad that she didn't wear it back twenty years ago or more, otherwise her few grandpa Mao wouldn't be useful.
However, this amount of money has to pay rent, water and electricity, and grocery shopping, so I have to save some money until I can find a source of income.
Yu Zhile continued to dig out the bag, took out her resume and various certificates, and sighed heavily. She was obviously a serious college graduate, and she had passed the fourth and sixth grades, but now it is worse than the blind stream. In the days to come But how.
Wait, should we first think about how to go back to 2015? If she went back, she wouldn't have to worry about survival, at least she wouldn't have to pay the rent a second time. But this seems to have no clue than finding a job in 2005, Yu Zhile fell into deep contemplation.
That's right, although she looks like she's in a daze, she's really thinking hard, but she can't think of results.
Yu Zihuan, who was doing his homework in the bedroom, walked out with his inconvenient legs and feet. Yu Zhile quickly swept the things spread out on the coffee table into his bag, for fear that what he saw would reveal flaws, who would not even look at her. Looking here, I went straight to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and walked back to the bedroom door with the water glass.
Seeing him stop, Yu Zhile couldn't help but look over.
Yu Zihuan didn't look back, turned his back to her, and stared at the slightly quivering surface of the glass in his hand, "The rent can be paid later."
After he finished speaking, he entered the bedroom and closed the door.
Yu Zhile was still thinking about how this child suddenly became magnanimous, and suddenly realized that he thought she was disturbing him by sighing in the living room.