At McDonald's, Song Zheng and Song Ning sat facing each other, and the table was full of hamburgers, fries, corn, chicken nuggets, and coke. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Junk food!

That's right, it's junk food, but kids don't like it!

In Song Zheng's memory, since his wife ran away, he has never taken Song Ning out, let alone taken his daughter to eat McDonald's.

After making money, Song Zheng originally planned to take Song Ning to buy some vegetables to cook and eat at home, but when passing by McDonald's, Song Ning's eager appearance made Song Zheng change his mind without hesitation.

"Let's eat!"

Looking at Song Ning's little face with a happy smile, Song Zheng's heart was also greatly satisfied, is there anything more important than making his child happy?

"Daddy eats!"

Song Ning held a chicken nugget, supported the table with his hand, and tried his best to reach Song Zheng's mouth, as if he found that his father was different from before, not so terrible, Song Ning also showed a childish side, a little stubborn childishness.

Song Zheng smiled: "Eat it Miaomiao!"

Song Ning didn't give in, still holding it: "No! Daddy eats!"

Someone next to him noticed the father and daughter, and when they looked at this picture, they couldn't help but smile kindly.

Song Zheng saw that Song Ning was so persistent, and he was also happy for his daughter's sensibility, opened his mouth, and bit the chicken nugget away, Song Ning smiled, took the hamburger handed over by Song Zheng, and took a big bite hard, the first time he ate this kind of thing, Song Ning smiled with satisfaction, which made Song Zheng feel good.

After eating a big bowl of noodles at noon, Song Zheng didn't feel hungry now, he couldn't eat a hamburger, took out the money he had just earned, and sorted them out one by one, except for two hundred and a dozen ten, most of them were one, five, and a few five cents, and counted, there were more than four hundred, which really surprised Song Zheng.

In his previous life, when he first arrived in Yanjing, Song Zheng also met two grassroots singers who made a living by singing, and someone told him at that time that he usually went out for a day, and when the business was good, he could earn more than 100 yuan, and sometimes, he could only earn 20 or 30 yuan, barely enough to eat, three hundred, unless he met a local tyrant.

Like Song Zheng, he earned more than 400 on the first day of going out to sing, which is definitely the best among the singing army, especially at the moment, the purchasing power of RMB is still very strong, and he earns more than 400 for three hours of singing, which is enough for his peers to worship.

Song Zheng was in a good mood all of a sudden, if he followed this rate, his monthly income would be able to catch up with the small openings of several foreign companies.

"Miaomiao! When Dad has earned enough money, will he send you to kindergarten?"

Song Ning was enjoying eating, and when he heard Song Zheng's words, he paused for a moment and asked suspiciously: "Dad! What is kindergarten!"

Song Zheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, how long had the child not left home, and he didn't even know the kindergarten, no wonder that little face looked abnormally pale.

"Well, kindergarten is a place where there are a lot of children, and there are aunts who teach Miaomiao to sing, dance, and paint, do you want to go?"

Song Ning listened, not only did he not show joy, but there was a little horror in his eyes, he didn't even eat the hamburger, he put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad! Miaomiao is obedient, Dad, don't send me away!"

Send it away!?

Song Zheng suddenly remembered that the irresponsible bastard in the past had to send his own daughter to an orphanage several times, obviously Song Ning regarded the kindergarten as an orphanage, no wonder he was scared like this.

Seeing that Song Ning's tears were flowing down, Song Zheng hurriedly comforted and said: "How could Dad send Miaomiao away, Dad wants to send Miaomiao to kindergarten, send Miaomiao every morning, let Miaomiao learn to sing, learn to dance, and then, Dad will take Miaomiao home! Don't cry, Miaomiao! Dad promises you that he will never want you!"

Song Ning raised his head and looked at Song Zheng with suspicion in his eyes: "Really!?"

Song Zheng's heart was sour, he couldn't hold back the tears, and nodded vigorously: "Really!"

Song Ning stared at Song Zheng for a long time, as if he wanted to see if Song Zheng was lying to her, and then finally smiled and ate happily again.

Song Zheng looked at Song Ning and didn't mention the kindergarten again, he knew very well that now, before he found a stable source of income, he was not able to send his children to kindergarten.

Although the current kindergarten fees are not as outrageous as in the previous life, it is not something that Song Zheng can afford now, like today, three hours to earn more than 400 things, don't think about it in the future, but not every day you can meet a female tyrant, dump him with a red face and reward.

Waiting for Song Ning to finish eating, the father and daughter walked home, it was already dark at this time, and when they got home, Song Zheng remembered that the electricity bill had not been paid yet, and the house was dark.

"Miaomiao! You stay at home, Dad goes and pays the electricity bill!" Song Zheng said, just about to go out, he felt his leg being hugged by Song Ning.

Looking down at Song Ning, feeling the child's insecurity, he sighed, and hugged Song Ning with a smile: "Let's go!"

took the electric card, Song Zheng went out with Song Ning in his arms, there was a place in the community where he lived where he could pay the electricity bill, and handed over the electricity card and money, and the old man inside glanced at Song Zheng, his eyes were full of disgust.

Song Zheng knew that the old man was a serious little hooligan before, and he didn't speak, waiting for the old man to charge the fee, take the electric card, and just about to leave, he heard the old man say something.

"If you have money, buy new clothes for your child, and see what your child wears, how do you become a father!"

Song Zheng stood still, although the old man's tone was stiff, but what he showed was concern.

"Got it!"

Song Zheng didn't go home directly with the child, but walked out of the gate of the community and went straight to a nearby large supermarket, brand-name children's clothing, Song Zheng couldn't afford it, but a few decent clothes, it was still no problem.

Song Ning wore most of the clothes that were worn by the neighbors who lived in the same community to see the children pitifully, and gave her the small clothes that their children wore and put them on Song Ning's thin body, which was very ill-fitting, a little funny, and dirty, and I don't know how long I haven't washed it.

In the children's clothing area, Song Zheng searched for a long time, and finally found a few, Song Ning was wearing suitable clothes, skirts that he could afford, fortunately, the weather is still hot now, and there is no need to buy winter clothes immediately, otherwise, Song Zheng can really only sell blood.

"Miaomiao!

Looking at Song Ning, who had changed into new clothes and was more cute and pleasant, Song Zheng's heart was very satisfied.

Song Ning has grown so big, since the day he remembers, it is the first time to wear new clothes, and his happy hands don't know where to put them, supporting his two little arms, as if he is afraid of staining the new clothes.

paid the money and took Song Ning's little hand home.

"Miaomiao! When Dad makes a lot of money, I'll buy Miaomiao new and more beautiful clothes, okay!"

Song Ning didn't speak, just laughed hard, in her young heart, this day was her happiest day, her father didn't scold her, beat her, and took her out to play, eat delicious things, and buy new clothes, if only she could do this every day, it would be good.

When I got home, it was already past eight o'clock, Song Zheng gave Song Ning a bath and put her on the bed, Song Ning's two big eyes were open, and she was not a little sleepy.

"Why don't you sleep!"

Song Ning looked at Song Zheng and said with anticipation, "Dad, can you do this every day in the future?"

Every day?

Song Zheng smiled and said, "Dad promises, it will get better and better in the future, okay! Close your eyes and go to sleep, children must go to bed early and get up early, they are obedient children!"

"Hmm!" Song Ning responded, closed his eyes obediently, and his little face was full of happy smiles.

Song Zheng was guarding on the side, waiting until Song Ning fell asleep, then turned around and went out, this bed was very small, Song Zheng slept in the past, Song Ning could only sleep on the sofa outside, and now it is time to change it.

As soon as he got out of the bedroom, he suddenly heard a bell, which made Song Zheng stunned, listening to this movement, it was really a little familiar, so he quickly rummaged through it, and when the bell stopped, he also found it.

I really didn't expect that the one who used to have this equipment, Nokia mobile phone, put it in Song Zheng's eyes, but at the moment, it seems to be a new model, no wonder this guy sings in a nightclub, has an income of one hundred and fifteen a day, but there are not a few big hairs left in his pocket, this thing alone is fifteen or six hundred, and the phone bill is more expensive.

Song Zheng had also used this mobile phone before, and he clicked on it very skillfully and found that there were more than a dozen missed calls, all of which were called from one number.

Xue Fatty!

Holy!

Song Zheng suddenly remembered that he still had an errand who sang in a nightclub, and on this day he patronized to make money, bring the relationship between father and daughter closer, and forget about this stubble.

Seeing that the time was more than nine o'clock, Song Zheng remembered that he sang from ten to twelve o'clock, and it was not too late, so he hurriedly called.

As soon as the phone was connected, it was sprayed on the other side: "I'm fucking your uncle! Where are you tm, if you die, give Lao Tzu a dream, if you don't want to do it, just say it, look at it, what time is your uncle's now, grandson! Lao Tzu tells you, if you haven't arrived before ten o'clock, don't tm!"

didn't allow Song Zheng to speak, the old Xue sprayed wildly, and hung up the phone directly.

If Song Zheng's temper in his previous life was aside, he would definitely cut Ya Ting with a kitchen knife, but now, people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, and singing is not a long-term solution, who knows how much they can earn every day, this messenger who sings in a nightclub is the root of their father and daughter's life now, and they can't lose it!

But the question is, if Song Zheng goes out, what will Song Ning do?

Song Zheng is not as ruthless as before, throwing such a young child at home, what if something happens?

But if you don't go, you can't!

The most important thing at the moment is to make money, if you don't make money, what will the father and daughter eat!

Song Zheng looked at Song Ning, who was sleeping peacefully, gritted his teeth, picked up his guitar and went out.