But gradually, his grandmother liked him and said what a good child, how good it would be to have such a grandson!

After being hit by someone else's bicycle, Shi Haotian asked me not to go out to hand out flyers anymore, saying that the income from the barbecue stall was enough for the three of us.

But the barbecue stall is not mine or my grandmother's, but his, my grandmother is just a helper at the stall, and I only help out when I am not busy with my homework, so most of the income from the stall should be his, not me and my grandmother's.

When we came to this city, all the expenses such as renting a house were Shi Haotian, and we already owed him a lot of money, and we couldn't continue to owe it like this. It's true that I don't make much money handing out flyers, but in this new city, the only job I can find at the moment is handing out flyers.

Mo Lan is a dusty woman, this is what she said to me herself.

But I believe that she must be a woman who has been broken by love, but still loves her.

In the crowded streets, I was in a stalemate with two security guards.

Mo Lan twisted the hand of the security guard who was snatching a large stack of one-page pages from my hand, "What's the matter, the little sister in the township is so easy to bully?" ”

The little security guard turned around angrily and saw a young woman who was very well-dressed and squinting at him.

"So many aunts and aunts who are littered everywhere don't dare to care, are your security guards here to bully the little girls who have come to bully the rules and regulations from outside?"

The little security guard and the woman looked at each other, and after a while, the hand that grabbed my single page slowly loosened down, and finally put it down completely.

"Don't litter!" The little security guard walked away after speaking. I glanced at Mo Lan gratefully.

Mo Lan asked me, "Is it fun to send out a leaflet?" ”

I was a little puzzled by the question, and I don't think anyone would think that handing out flyers would be fun or not.

"I've handed out flyers before," Mo Lan said, "and you should be a good girl." ”

When the weather was getting colder and the business at the barbecue stall was getting worse and worse, Mo Lan introduced me to a job with a better income than handing out flyers, and it was much better.

The new job is in a bar.

Mo Lan works there and drinks all kinds of wine with various guests every day, and the more guests consume, the more she earns.

Bars, I've only seen in books, are full of lights, drunken dreams, and mixed with dirt and dirt, and that kind of place shouldn't be for a country woman like me to set foot in.

But I need money, and I need it very much!

I only thought for a moment, then agreed to Mo Lan, and then followed her into the bar with trepidation.

Shi Haotian knew that I was going to the bar to earn money, and he strongly objected, he was bitter and even anxious.

I only said, "Why do you care about me, who are you!" ”

He could only look at me speechlessly, I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I ignored it.

This is perhaps the only treasure my father left me: drinking!

I never thought that I could make money by drinking, and I never thought that I would use this skill to make money.

It seems that for as long as I can remember, I've been able to drink.

My father used to take me to drink with him when he was in a good mood or when he was in a bad mood.

In the beginning, I wasn't interested in the wines, I was interested in the snacks that went with the wine.

But then I slowly tasted the beauty of the wine, and sometimes my father didn't call me at all, and I would run over to have two drinks with him.

When we drank, we often didn't say a word, but we knew that we were all thinking about the same person: my mother.