When Song Yuhua arrived at Mingyue Teahouse ten minutes early, a waiter greeted her and asked her if she was "Ms. Song Yuhua", and after she nodded, she smiled and said, "Miss He is already waiting for you in the box upstairs." ”

Coming so early? Song Yuhua was slightly surprised.

Pushing open the door of the box, the person who was sitting at the table in a daze suddenly raised his head and looked at it, his hand holding the handbag tightened, and then he stood up, his face and lips curled: "Sister......"

Song Yuhua looked at He Zhenzhen, who was almost a different person, she was wearing an off-white lady's suit, her hair was dyed a faint burgundy, she was permed with big waves, her face was covered with light makeup, and her nails were painted with dancome, no one would believe that she came out of the countryside at a glance, and two years ago she was still a village girl wearing a big cotton jacket and combing her braids.

I don't know whether to be surprised by her change or to scoff at it, Song Yuhua's heart is a little heavy for some reason.

She can't think about what she has experienced to change a person so thoroughly, and she can't imagine it.

After being silent for a while, Song Yuhua sighed lightly: "Sit down and talk." ”

He Zhenzhen let out a soft "um", and the two sat opposite each other, but neither of them spoke first, as if they had nothing to say to each other.

is obviously a person who can't be kissed, but it seems stranger than a stranger.

Silence fermented in the narrow space, and after a while, Song Yuhua couldn't help but speak.

"How are you all these years?"

He Zhenzhen chuckled, "It's good." Those days of suffering have passed, and now she, judging from her living conditions, can be said to be better than most people.

Song Yuhua nodded, "You disappeared before, I looked for you everywhere, but I didn't find it, and then the second aunt also came, we looked for a lot of places, and went to the police, but in the end, I only knew that you went to the mountain city." ”

Thinking of the days after leaving with Xu Cong, He Zhenzhen only felt panicked, and then she thought more than once, if she had listened to Song Yuhua's words at the beginning, or if Song Yuhua had been more resolute, would she not have fallen to this point.

The scenery on the surface is beautiful, the makeup is exquisite, but behind the scenes, it exudes the smell of decay.

She complained that Xu Cong lied to her, that Song Yuhua couldn't stop her, and that she was so stupid.

Therefore, in the face of the person in front of her, He Zhenzhen's mood is complicated.

Seeing He Zhenzhen's face change and not knowing what she was thinking, Song Yuhua felt a trace of impatience in her heart, to be honest, she married early in her last life, and she didn't have any feelings for He Zhenzhen, and the little relationship established in this life has also been exhausted in the more than a year since she lost contact.

This meeting also came for the sake of the nominal family affection and the face of the second aunt.

However, she felt that He Zhenzhen did not seem to have the joy and excitement of meeting her relatives for a long time.

Exhaling softly, Song Yuhua didn't bother to greet her again, and said directly: "I don't ask where you have been doing for so many years, and if you ask, you probably won't say, I just want to tell you that your mother has been looking for you all these years, she is now working in my garment factory, and you can go and see her when you have time." ”

As for the specific relationship between He Zhenzhen and Boss Yi, Song Yuhua thought about it, but forgot it, no matter what the relationship between the two is, it has nothing to do with her.

He Zhenzhen's lips pursed, and the only person she couldn't let go of was her mother.

opened the small bag, He Zhenzhen took out a few large sums of money from it and pushed it over, "Sister, this, please leave it to my mother, let her buy more delicious food, and when I am free, I will go to see her." ”

Song Yuhua looked at He Zhenzhen, and although she wondered why she didn't give it herself since she was going to see her, she didn't ask in the end.

"Okay, I'll give it to her." After speaking, Song Yuhua took the money and folded it into his pocket.

The two didn't have anything to say, and after passing each other's addresses, they left the teahouse and parted ways.

It was about twelve o'clock at noon, but now that the conversation has been discussed, no one mentioned lunch Song Yuhua looked at the time, it was only a few minutes away, not too late.

Feeling a slightly hungry stomach, Song Yuhua looked around and walked into a ramen restaurant.

After filling my stomach, I got on the bus back to the garment factory.

In the Dafa garment factory, Song Mingfeng worked hard to learn the sewing machine, although she had a manual needlework foundation, but in the end she was old, so she was a little slow to learn.

Fortunately, there was a lot of waste in the garment factory, and Song Mingfeng studied for three or four days, and she was basically able to operate, so Chen Dahai let her officially go to work.

Song Mingfeng finished processing the semi-finished products one by one, and then put them in the cardboard box on the other side, and was busy for a while, feeling that his arms and neck were already sore, and when he looked up, he found that the side of other people's sewing machines was already full of finished products, let alone thirty or forty pieces, and then look at himself, it would be good to have twenty pieces.

Song Mingfeng sighed, feeling that his speed was still slow, and if he was slow, he would earn less.

She gritted her teeth, no, she had to hurry.

However, as soon as the speed was accelerated, the formation was confused, and the needle and thread of nearly ten centimeters were messy, and I couldn't help but look at it carefully.

Song Mingfeng frowned, hesitated for a while, and threw the dress into the pile of finished products, thinking: Just such a mistake, it shouldn't matter, it won't be discovered.

However, after eating lunch and resting, under the greeting of Chen Dahai, the factory director, everyone started work.

There were a lot of finished products piled up next to each sewing machine, and workers went up to register several pieces, check the quality, and fold them into bags.

When he walked next to Song Mingfeng, Song Mingfeng suddenly remembered the clothes that were not of good quality, and he was shocked, and his eyes frequently looked to the side.

After the worker put several pieces of finished products, he registered them in the book, and then folded them one by one and put them in the bag, and suddenly, he took a beating in his hand, frowned and glanced at Song Mingfeng, and then checked the clothes again: his face sank, he slapped the clothes on the sewing machine, pointed to the confused section and said: "Demolished, resewed." ”

Song Mingfeng's face was stunned, and he nodded, "Okay." ”

When Song Yuhua returned to the garment factory, he happened to see this scene.

She approached, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Mingfeng gasped, oh my God, why did she come back at this time. Mu Lu looked at the piecework worker pleadingly, hoping that the other party would not tell him about it.

However, the other party did not accept her mood, and directly put out the disorganized clothes in the formation.

Song Yuhua glanced down and didn't take it to heart, even if Song Mingfeng was lazy, there were still workers who were inspecting.

"Okay, I got it."

After the piecework worker left, Song Yuhua looked at Song Mingfeng and thought about how to tell her about He Zhenzhen.

However, Song Mingfeng thought that the other party had discovered that she was shoddy, and her heart was so weak that she lowered her head and couldn't help but apologize first, "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time." ”

Song Yuhua was stunned, "Huh? "Why are you apologizing to me?

Song Mingfeng hurriedly took the scissors to remove the part of the stitch that was out of order, and then sewed it again with a sewing machine.

Although there are not many people in the factory, there are also a lot of them, Song Yuhua looked around, and there were several pairs of eyes looking curiously here, wanting to know what was going on.

"Second aunt, come to the office with me, I have something to tell you." Song Yuhua didn't want others to watch the excitement.

Are you going to call me to the office and scold me? Song Mingfeng thought to himself.

The two people whose brain frequencies were not on the same channel went to the office one after the other, and as soon as the door closed, Song Mingfeng shook and scolded with his head down.

If Song Mingfeng was in the village, she wouldn't be so weak, and she could fight Song Yuhua directly, but this was in the city, in Song Yuhua's factory, and she really didn't have that confidence.

But unexpectedly, she was waiting to be scolded, but the next second she heard the person opposite suddenly say: "I saw He Zhenzhen today." ”

Song Mingfeng raised his head suddenly, where did he care about what clothes and what to be scolded, stepped forward a few steps, and asked eagerly: "Yuhua, what did you say?" Did you see Zhenzhen? Didn't lie to me? ”

Looking at the second aunt who was thinking about the girl, Song Yuhua sighed lightly and shook her head gently, "I didn't lie to you." After speaking, she took out the money He Zhenzhen asked her to bring from her pocket and put it on the table and pushed it over, "This is what she asked me to give you." ”

Song Mingfeng held the money in the palm of his hand with both hands, and cried when he looked at it.

"Zhenzhen, my daughter, where the hell are you."

Song Mingfeng is not a good relative, but a good mother.

Song Yuhua couldn't help but be a little moved, and a trace of emotion and envy floated in her heart, she helped Song Mingfeng, who was sitting on the ground crying, and comforted softly: "She said that she has time to come back to see you." ”