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Zhu Jiayi felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but belatedly realized that the 1980s was still a not-so-rich era. She bravely ignored the little girl's instinctive expression and calmly swallowed two small blue pills.
The nine-year-old girl stepped on her feet and touched her forehead solemnly, smiling and nodding: "The fever has finally subsided. It was very dangerous yesterday, it was over 40 degrees!"
None of the hospitals in the factory would accept her, for fear that my sister wouldn¡¯t be able to survive.
"Uncle had an idea. He bought two jars of high-strength wine and asked Aunt Qin and I to wipe your body and cool down. "
Zhu Jiayi was exhausted and her voice was hoarse: "Thank you"
The little girl pursed her lips and said unhappily: "One family doesn't speak the same language as the other. My sister usually takes care of us, but now it's our turn to take care of you. How can we be thanked?"
She pursed her lips and smiled softly.
The little girl also stepped aside with a smile, sitting on a chair and gluing matchboxes skillfully.
Zhu Jiayi looked at it while sorting out the memories in her mind.
This family is really poor. Uncle Shi Shi Pingyang is a veteran and has injured his leg. The organization took care of him and arranged a janitor job for him, which costs fifteen yuan a month.
If he were alone, he could live a comfortable life with fifteen yuan.
But his magnetic field is a bit strange, and he always attracts homeless children. Even if he adopts one, he will raise him, and if he adopts four, he will raise him. The original owner was the last child he adopted. Later, the national orphanage was opened, and he could not raise so many children.
A family of five lives in a 16-square-meter tube building. There are two beds in the room, of which she and Ying Ziyu sleep with a worn bed tent. There is also an Eight Immortals table, five small wooden chairs, a box and a cupboard.
Every piece of furniture was bought by Shi Pingyang from the scrapyard and repaired by him to make it neat and strong.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????The four children are about the same age and they are getting older and can't bear to be hungry. All the family money is used to buy food, which still makes them look sallow and thin.
Their clothes are also patched with patches.
Under such conditions, children naturally cannot go to school and have to find ways to make money to support their families.
The original owner and Ying Ziyu usually paste matchboxes at home, while Yu Weili and Chang Qiuliang go out to find odd jobs, such as collecting firewood, collecting cinders, doing labor, etc.
Everyone is working hard to have enough food and clothing, and the process is arduous and hopeless.
The original owner couldn¡¯t bear the depressing and poverty-stricken days, so he secretly took a car to find his biological mother again.
This time she watched her mother holding a two-year-old girl from a distance. The tenderness and love in her mother's eyes was something she had never felt before.
¡°After all, the mother doesn¡¯t like the father, so how much patience does she have for a child she doesn¡¯t expect?
Unable to withstand such a big contrast, the original owner returned home in the rain and fell ill in a daze, which is when Zhu Jiayi appeared.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully reviewed the original owner's wishes, that is, her own tasks, divided and reorganized them many times, and made a clear list: "Earn money, study, learn ballet and piano, go to a prestigious school, study abroad, Marry into a wealthy family and have smart children.
The most important thing is to see the regretful expression of the original owner¡¯s mother! "
As long as everything is far ahead of his half-sister, the original owner should be very satisfied.
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