To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

In December, both of them got busy, and Zhao Jiajia was busy reviewing and preparing for the final exam. Song Lingshu wants to bake more biscuits. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and they have to prepare new year products. There will be a big market for biscuits.

In the morning she got up and swept the snow off the yard and started baking cookies.

Other families in the building also lit up their kitchen smoke, some were urging their children to eat and go to school quickly, some were complaining about the cold weather and didn’t want to get up, and some...was getting out of bed.

Song Lingshu herself also has the urge to get up, but now that life has bent her back, she has to get up early to start the day.

She looked at the sullen Zhao Jiajia and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Jiajia irritatedly threw her homework into her schoolbag: "Why do you say people are alive?"

Here she is again, the person who discusses the meaning of life from time to time, she is here again.

"I have to get up early in such a cold day. The classroom is as cold as an ice cellar. I can't write any words. What else is there to do?" Zhao Jiajia complained, took the steamed buns Song Lingshu gave her, and went to school cursing all the way up.

Song Lingshu looked at her back, stood at the door and couldn't stop laughing. Hmm, kinda cute.

Everyone in the classroom put their hands in their pockets, or pressed them under their legs, anyway, they didn't write when they could. Everyone prepares a liquor bottle and bottles of hot water from home, which can be used to cover hands, but it won't last long.

Zhao Jiajia also has one, which was prepared by Song Lingshu for her to boil hot water for her every day, and there is also a special bottle for drinking water.

When get out of class was over, Zhao Jiajia wiped the glass next to him with a newspaper.

A thick layer of fog formed on the glass, and many people wrote and drew on it. The word "university" was written on the front table, and the person in front wrote the names of two people, and an irregular circle was drawn in the middle. Love, naive to death!

At this time, someone shouted at the door: "Yu Zhaodi is here!"

The students thought they were here to sell things again, so they all ran out to watch the excitement.

Zhao Jiajia hurried out and saw that the other party had come to the door, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Here, here you are." Song Lingshu stuffed an electric hot water bottle into her hand.

"What's this?" Zhao Jiajia took it curiously, the fur was warm to the touch, and a water bag was wrapped inside.

"I, I'll teach you." Song Lingshu dragged her to the office. Because of selling tea eggs, she had a good relationship with this group of teachers.

There was only one socket in the office, Song Lingshu plugged it in, and explained to her how to use it while it was heating up.

"Really? A rechargeable hot water bottle?" Zhao Jiajia heard the sound of heating inside, and the water boiled.

"Here, wait until it's cold for you, and then come here to charge it." Song Lingshu handed the hot water bottle to her, and turned to discuss the electricity bill with the teacher.

The teacher waved his hand, indicating that they don’t have to pay. One is a top student, and the other is a poor but positive little stutterer. No one is ashamed to argue with them on this electricity bill, but just smiled and said: “Just treat it as ours. Sponsored, Zhao Jiajia, you can't lose the chain in the high school entrance examination."

Zhao Jiajia sent her out of school and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

"I have a... a customer who came back from Beijing and said that there is a good thing for sale, so I asked him to bring one for me." Song Lingshu said flickeringly.

In fact, it is exchanged with the system.

It's the first time she's looking for the system to exchange things until now, and the system is almost unaccustomed to it. Song Lingshu, who spends a lot of money, actually has a day of savings?

Thanks to this hot water bottle, Zhao Jiajia's chilblains on her hands have healed, and she is no longer afraid of writing. Whenever she takes out her warm hands from the hand warmer and writes quickly, she can attract envious eyes.

After the final exam, Zhao Jiajia had nothing to do. She stayed at Song Lingshu's house all day long, helped her pack biscuits, and then went to the street to sell them together.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, it was a time when she had a good face. At first, Zhao Jiajia didn't want to show her face to sell things, especially when she encountered rejection and supercilious looks, which would break her girl's heart.

We can't bear this grievance.

So she often went to find a place to sit nearby, listening to music while waiting for Song Lingshu to close the stall.

It wasn't until the business became popular that Song Lingshu stumbled when he spoke, which made his efficiency a bit low. A guest has been yelling for a long time, why haven't you installed it for him?

Seeing Song Lingshu apologizing and flustered, Zhao Jiajia walked over without thinking, took the bag from her hand, and packed it for the guests.

That day, Zhao Jiajia was also exhausted, and when it was finally time to close the stall, Song Lingshu suddenly took out a small box of cookies: "Thank you, thank you for your help, this... for you, I am not, not willing... ....Sell."

Zhao Jiajia ate cookies that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and gave them high praise. His mouth was full of crispy sweetness, and his heart was sweet, as if this winter was not so cold.

Since then, she put aside her face problem and went to help Song Lingshu pack and collect money when she was free.

On the day of getting the report card, Zhao Jiajia walked to the stall and said, "Boss, I want a box of cookies."

Song Lingshu raised his head, and asked nervously and expectantly: "How did you do in the exam?"

Zhao Jiajia coughed and proudly handed her the report card.

"No. 1, year, grade first!" Song Lingshu screamed and hugged her, "Ahhhhhhh!"

Zhao Jiajia also laughed, and the two hugged and jumped up and down.

"Let's go, call it a day." Song Lingshu stopped selling biscuits, put away the stall and was about to go home, saying that she would cook her a big meal and reward her.

Zhao Jiajia was looking forward to it, but when he saw the stewed old hen on the table, he still couldn't help frowning: "Why did you kill the chicken? It would be nice to keep the eggs."

Song Lingshu raised a lot of chickens, which were used to lay eggs. Eggs were often used to make desserts, and they were also eaten at ordinary times. In the era of material scarcity, eggs were the most eaten thing that could meet the nutritional needs.

Zhao Jiajia ate a lot. In the past, they were tea eggs, and later they were boiled eggs. Song Lingshu would often stop her when she went out, and then put a boiled egg in her hand.

"And this chicken is so expensive, it can sell for a lot of money." Zhao Jiajia said displeased.

Hearing this, Song Lingshu laughed: "You, you actually... feel sorry for money. Is that, that pocket money used or not?"

Zhao Jiajia was at a loss for words, the money was indeed running out after her squandering, of course, on the other hand, she felt sorry for Song Lingshu's hard work.

"Drink, drink some soup, it won't taste good when it's cold." Song Lingshu filled a bowl of soup for her, and specially picked out the chicken legs for her, "Today is, it's birthday, eat as much as you want Point...ok."

Zhao Jiajia paused, and it took him a while to react: "How do you know that today is my birthday?"

"I know everything." Song Lingshu patted his chest.

Zhao Jiajia smiled, then calmed down, gnawed on the chicken leg silently, and suddenly said, "I don't really want to celebrate my birthday."

In the past, birthday was the thing she looked forward to the most every year, but now, this birthday reminds her of her misplaced life.

The adoptive parents have not received a phone call or even a letter so far. And her so-called biological mother has already called that obedient Xiaoqin several times behind her back.

The phone bill is so expensive, the woman usually does some casual work, and she has to bear it when she catches a cold, but she is willing to save the money to call others. Early this morning, while she was still under the quilt, she heard the woman calling downstairs, wishing Xiaoqin a happy birthday, and she didn't know what they were talking about. ears, but still piercing.

Zhao Jiajia was chewing on the chicken, but tears rolled down silently: "They...no one cares about me at all, and they all want me to disappear quickly."

"Why, why?" Song Lingshu raised his hand to wipe her tears, "I am, I care about you."

Zhao Jiajia choked up twice, and suddenly couldn't stop crying.

She has been like a marginalized person since returning to her place from a dislocated life.

In order to make up for the debt owed to their biological daughter, the adoptive parents resolutely stopped contacting her as an adopted daughter. As for the biological mother, she and Xiaoqin have lived together for more than ten years, and the relationship has naturally been cultivated, even if it is her own, it can't compare.

She knew that she would leave here sooner or later, but she didn't know where she was going. She was separated from everyone by a thick layer of glass, wandering in this world.

Sometimes she has the idea of ​​committing suicide. She wonders if her adoptive parents will come to see her after she dies, and will her biological mother regret it?

But she was afraid, death is such a painful thing.

In the constant pulling thoughts, she was almost tormented by herself and went crazy. She couldn't sleep all night and night. Smoking, tell her that smoking is bad for your health.

She also told her that she cared about her.

Zhao Jiajia suddenly realized that she seemed to have been waiting for this sentence, and seemed to have found a sense of belonging.

It turned out that she was not an unwanted child.

Even if the person who told her this was a poorer child than her.

But it does not matter.

Zhao Jiajia wiped away tears and said hoarsely, "I will care about you too."

Starting tonight, Zhao Jiajia secretly decided that since those adults didn't care, she would no longer hopelessly wait for their concern, and this person in front of her was the most important person to her.

After she was tired from crying, Song Lingshu carefully took out the bone of the chicken leg from her mouth.

Zhao Jiajia: "..."

After Zhao Jiajia cried a lot, his appetite opened up, and the two of them ate up a chicken.

After dinner, Zhao Jiajia's biological mother came back. She recently took on a job, and she went out early and returned late every day. She gave her five yuan and told her to buy whatever she wanted.

Zhao Jiajia put away the money and went to sleep at Song Lingshu's house as before. She lay down for a while and shouted, "Why don't you come to sleep, what are you doing?"

"Horse, immediately."

After a while, Song Lingshu walked to the door, turned off the light, sang a birthday song, and walked in with a cake.

Zhao Jiajia sat up from the bed in surprise: "Is this a cake?"

"yes."

"where did you buy?"

"I, I did it."

"You know how to make cakes?!" Zhao Jiajia said in surprise, "I only ate it once before, it's so hard to buy, and it's very expensive."

"As long as I know it, it's not expensive." Song Lingshu said with a smile, "Blow out the candles... make a wish."

Zhao Jiajia knelt on the bed, folded her hands, and closed her eyes: "I hope that Yu Zhaodi's business will grow more and more, and her wealth will increase and make a fortune! I also hope that I can go to college and be a promising person in the future! Hope, next winter won’t be so cold! Oh wait, the last wish—I want to grow up quickly!”

"You have, this wish, it's quite a lot." Song Lingshu said.

"is it not OK?"

"Okay, even God may not be able to hear it, so it's just...you can only work **** your own."

"I will!"

The cake was not big, but it took two or three days for the two of them to eat it before it was wiped out.

The next thing is to get busy with the new year's goods, Zhao Jiajia discussed with her enthusiastically about buying this and that, Song Lingshu ruthlessly denied: "There are too many potted plants, what a waste of money, no, why don't you buy... buy some oranges."

"No emotion. Fun!"

"No money."

"...Okay." Zhao Jiajia suggested again, "Then don't buy oranges, let's just draw some oranges."

"No, no, no, oranges are still, still affordable!"

Who knows that Zhao Jiajia still started to draw. She drew a bunch of potted plants and put some around.

Once Song Lingshu accidentally knocked a painting on the table to the ground, Zhao Jiajia suddenly yelled at her: "You knocked down the money tree, help it up quickly, and bless you to get rich!"

"..." Song Lingshu picked up the piece of paper and suggested, "Why don't you... just draw some RMB?"

It was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye, and firecrackers started to be set off outside early in the morning. Zhao Jiajia was woken up. She put on her clothes, went downstairs, and went to Song Lingshu's house to wash her face and brush her teeth.

"Happy New Year."

"New, Happy New Year, foam stars spray, spray me... all over your face."

"Hmph, if I hadn't bought this toothpaste and toothbrush, would you have been able to brush your teeth?" Zhao Jiajia said, "Use it well for me, it's expensive, and those **** only use salt water to rinse their mouths. It stinks, how can it be as good as my toothpaste."

"Yes, yes." Song Lingshu laughed.

The toothpaste I brought before was used up, and now Zhao Jiajia went to the town to buy this toothpaste yesterday and spent a lot of money. She also supervised Song Lingshu to have it every morning and evening.

"Clean it up, come on, follow me." Zhao Jiajia took a sip of water, raised his head, grunted, and spit out the water, "It's your turn."

Song Lingshu wanted to laugh, but she still obediently followed suit. She drank, raised her head, and grumbled. Suddenly, Zhao Jiajia came up to her to look at her mouth.

Song Lingshu was nervous for a moment, grunting... swallowed it, and looked at her dully.

"I said you can't!" Zhao Jiajia pinched her mouth anxiously, realizing that she couldn't get it out, "Will it be poisoned?"

"No, no."

"What do you know? You don't know anything. Just now you said that you can brush your teeth, but you can't know anything. Didn't you say that you know everything? Nothing."

"You fart, fart."

"?" Zhao Jiajia's eyes widened, "You scolded me?!"

"Where do you put beer, beer...? How do I smell...you smell of wine, wine?"

"..."

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