"Actually, it's not bad. He is quite self-disciplined." Yuan Ye said in a low voice. In fact, people like Ding Junhui are quite self-disciplined.
Legend has it, someone else’s child.
"Self-discipline can't stop others from jumping on you."
Yuan Ye: "..."
People like Ding Junhui can definitely resist it.
After getting off work in the afternoon, Yuan also packed his things and wanted to buy steamed buns and pickles for his parents. After thinking about what Ding Junhui said in the morning, he decided to go back to school first.
I just had a phone call with my parents before going and told them that I might have to go back very late to go back to school to revise my thesis.
Father Yuan was a little worried, "Don't come back until it's very late."
"Hey, what will we eat if she doesn't come back?" Mother Yuan's voice suddenly sounded.
Yuan Ye rolled his eyes secretly while sitting on the bus, leaning against the window and looking at the passers-by outside, "Dad, there is a dinner vendor downstairs at the gate of the community. The money I left for you in the morning is enough for you to buy some food."
"The little money I have left is not even enough to buy a fruit." Mother Yuan interjected again, "And can the ones bought at the gate of the community be eaten?"
"If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it." Yuan Ye said directly, "Our family only has so much money in total."
Yuan's mother wanted to say something else, but Yuan's father glanced at her.
"Then remember to eat, don't always eat steamed buns and pickles." Father Yuan explained, "Don't come back if it's too late."
"I know dad." Yuan Ye responded in a low voice.
After Yuan's father ended the call with his daughter, he looked at his wife on the side and said, "You, follow me downstairs to buy food."
Father Yuan said, took his coat and went downstairs.
There are some snacks at the entrance of the community, but Yuan's mother has always felt that it is unhygienic. She looks at this one and that one, and her face is filled with disgust.
In the end, Yuan's father spent ten yuan to buy a piece of fried rice noodles. Yuan's mother kept shouting that one was not good and that was not good, but Yuan's father did not speak.
Finally, I took out ten yuan and handed it over to someone else, and went back with the fried rice noodles.
"Just buy this, how can you eat it?" Mother Yuan scolded as she walked, "Is this edible?"
"With so many people buying it, why can't we eat it?" Father Yuan looked back at his wife, "Think more about your daughter."
Yuan's mother wanted to say something else, but Yuan's father stopped paying attention to her.
After returning to school, Yuan Ye called back again. Yuan's father told her that she had eaten and asked her not to worry.
Yuan also felt a little guilty, but these feelings of guilt could not change her idea that she needed her mother.
"Yuan Ye, Dad knows what you are thinking. Don't suffer this fate like me and your mother. You have to pay back the money, but you can't wrong yourself. I know what to do about your mother."
Yuan was also stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect his father to say this to him so directly.
When her father said this, she felt a little embarrassed.
"Your mother should really change her temper." Father Yuan sighed and said, "Your method is very good. I think your mother has recently realized how difficult it is to have no money."
Yuan Ye lowered his eyes and walked towards the family courtyard.
"Dad, I—"
"I am also responsible for your mother becoming like this. Don't worry, you can do your thing and leave this matter to Dad." Father Yuan explained on the phone, "Your mother is out, go and do your work."
Yuan Ye's heart, which was almost broken by his parents, finally felt a little warmer now.
Ding Junhui had already given her the key to his home, but she had never taken the initiative to go there.