Chapter 9: Apricot Yellow (11) (3)

Xingzi replied easily, at this time, there is so much food in the field, how can you be hungry. It's easier to sleep, and there are idle yards and houses everywhere. No, there are still street eaves. He said loudly and inhaled the cold air.

Mao Xiang patted Xingzai's shoulder lovingly and said, * Baby, my father is such a big person, and I was used to going south and north in the early years, so I don't want you to worry about it. You're still young, so you won't dare to go out so privately in the future.

Xingzi revealed him and said, why did you go out without a sound, not even a word.

Suddenly, there was joy. He pointed to the white stone in the bag next to him and said, cub, we are determined not to go out this time. See, my father found a big business to make money this time. Just sit at home and count the money, and you don't have to go anywhere. From now on, you will follow me. Daddy can bring you out of personhood. Over the years, Dad owes you everything. It's time to pay it back.

Xingzi stared at Mao Xiang in confusion and asked, what kind of big business, is it these broken stones?

Mao Xiang said, you don't have to look down on these stones, these are all money bumps.

Xingzi said, isn't it just some broken stones, why will it become a lump of money.

Mao Xiang smiled and said, in a few days, when Dad starts to do it, you will know. Subsequently, Mao Xiang told Xingzi uneasily, this matter has not been settled yet, and he must not dare to say it. Only you know and I know.

Xingzi saw that Mao Xiang no longer had the intention of going out alone, and his heart was naturally happy. He replied to him, "I won't tell." When the time comes, I'll do it with you. Judging by the way you look, you can't go wrong with this business.

Mao Xiang turned the conversation elsewhere and asked about Zhong'er's college entrance examination. also said that Zhong'er earned his face for our old Song family, and he had to be treated with generous gifts and sincerity.

The conversation between the two was harmonious and warm. It seems that the two have always been father and son who have a strong relationship, and they have never had a little bit of mustard and estrangement. Xingzi has been depressed for more than a year, and suddenly it is smooth and clear. A rare sense of relaxation and pleasure filled Xingzai's body and mind, making him flutter and jump.

Looking at the figure of the apricot boy who jumped and gradually moved away, Mao Xiang took out a cigarette and put it on his mouth, struck a match a few times, but did not light a cigarette. His hands trembled slightly, and his body was hot inside and out, as if there was a warm current flowing in his body. Everywhere you go, there is an indescribable comfort and comfort. His heart has been beating "suddenly", not for nervousness, but for excitement.

He sighed in his heart, oh my God, it's so easy for the cub to treat me sincerely, and he really began to recognize me as a father. Okay, okay, I'm no longer lonely and helpless, and I finally have a skin-to-skin helper. Thinking like this, there is a **slippery thing condensed in the eye sockets, glittering and flowing. The moment the vision was completely blurred, two strings of tears rolled out of the eyes, rolled over the rough and dark cheeks, burrowed into the hard stubble, and then moistened into the lips. Mao Xiang savored the salty and greasy taste, but his heart was sweet.

He raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face, and looked up at the white stone line beneath him. A long-suppressed pride and ambition quickly filled his heart**. He stared at the small farmhouse courtyards at the bottom of the hillside, at the sparse figures wriggling on the streets that curved and turned like spider webs between the small courtyards, and then glanced at the towering factory buildings in the southeast corner of the village. He secretly said ruthlessly, look, I am not a loose bear. It won't be long before there will be a well-known character dangling horizontally on the ground in Xinghua Village. He is me Song Maoxiang. -- by:daliineda|112213890361589729|566 -->