To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

Since the equipment still needs to be transported, the two can play in Shanghai for two more days. I have been wandering around the streets and alleys for the past few days, and finally took the time to go to the Bund to see the buildings by the Huangpu River, which are so different from the houses in their village and town.

Although Zhao Jiajia saw it with her own eyes for the first time, she knew a lot of knowledge from other people's mouths and book introductions, and took the initiative to bear the accusations of the tour guide and introduced her to the history of the building complex, but the other party did not show her. I imagined shock and curiosity, but ran to buy snacks.

Zhao Jiajia: "..."

Song Lingshu went to find a videographer. It was the kind of point-and-shoot camera that would take a photo with just one click. There was no parameter adjustment, let alone a beauty filter, and she had to take the film negative to a photo studio to develop it.

They could only get the photos on the day they left. Due to the rush of time, the two had to split up. Song Lingshu went to the equipment store to communicate with the boss about follow-up matters, and Zhao Jiajia went to the photo studio to get the photos.

The address was easy to find, just on Nanjing Road, she walked in and said she wanted to pick up photos. When the boss went to get their photos, she was wandering around in the store. There were many photos of other people in the store. If the photos were good-looking, the boss would keep an extra one for a live advertisement.

She looked around with a smile on her face, and suddenly saw a familiar photo on a certain photo, her smile froze.

The photo shows a pair of mother and daughter who look very close, the mother is holding the girl's hand, and both of them are smiling happily.

The boss handed her the photo and asked her if she could take one more photo of them for advertising, and only half the cost of taking the photo this time.

Zhao Jiajia pointed to the photo and asked, "When were they taken?"

"The day before yesterday, it seemed that I would come to pick up the photos today, and the appointed time is almost here."

Zhao Jiajia thought for a while, and said, "Okay, then let's keep ours as an advertisement."

"Okay."

After Zhao Jiajia paid the money, he watched with his own eyes that he developed another photo, put it in a frame, and placed it at the door.

At this time, a familiar voice sounded outside: "Xiaoqin, let's get the photos first."

Zhao Jiajia panicked and hid in the darkroom where the photos were developed.

"Hey, what are you doing..." The boss walked in, saw her obediently hiding behind the door, and reminded her not to move around, so he had to rush to greet the guests.

Zhao Jiajia heard her adoptive mother's happy voice, and kept praising Xiaoqin for her beautiful shots.

She carefully opened a corner of the curtain, looked at her adoptive mother holding Xiaoqin's hand, smiled kindly and kindly, and her tone was full of flattery. Then the adoptive mother turned her head and seemed to have found the photo at the door, her expression changed a bit, then she paid the money like a normal person and left with Xiaoqin.

Zhao Jiajia lowered her head dejectedly and left the shop. She could see the backs of the two people from a distance. She followed them in a mysterious way, watching her adoptive mother choose clothes for Xiaoqin and buy snacks, and wiped Xiaoqin's sweat with a handkerchief.

When they walked into a restaurant, Zhao Jiajia stopped, hesitated for a long time, and turned to leave.

"Jia Jia."

There was a call from behind, and she couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth. Looking back at the woman who had raised her for more than ten years, she opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to shout.

"It's really you." The adoptive mother stepped forward and looked her around with a smile, "Why are you in Shanghai?"

"I came with friends, how about you?"

"Xiaoqin is going to school here, I'll see her off." The adoptive mother smiled, "How are you doing now, are you doing well?"

"Well, it's pretty good." Zhao Jiajia bit her lower lip and wanted to ask a lot, how is your health now? Is dad still so busy at work? Is your family still getting used to it?

The two looked at each other for a moment, and when she was considering her words, she saw her adoptive mother take out a roll of money from her pocket and stuff it into her hand.

"You take this."

"No need." Zhao Jiajia hastily pushed back, "I didn't come to ask you for money, I just ran across it by accident."

"Just take it." The adoptive mother put the money into her pocket forcefully, and the two of them pushed and shoved. Passers-by all around were looking at this side, and their faces were a little uneasy. Zhao Jiajia said awkwardly, "I can't want you money."

"It's okay, this is the last time I will give you money." The adoptive mother said, "From now on... let's be strangers."

Zhao Jiajia froze and looked at her blankly.

"Xiaoqin finally called us mom and dad, so I don't want her to misunderstand that we are still in touch with you..." the adoptive mother said cautiously, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Jiajia lowered her eyes: "...I understand."

"That's good. You can keep the money. I'm going in. Otherwise, Xiaoqin will find out later. It's not good to see us together." After the adoptive mother explained, she waved her hand.

Zhao Jiajia looked at her back as she walked towards the restaurant, tightly clenched the money in her hand, and after a while, she tightly clenched the money and put it in her pocket.

Her self-esteem is all here, but how much is her useless self-esteem worth? She doesn't have the capital to handle it lightly.

She needs money now, even if she returns it, people will not look at her high. If that's the case, then take it, and people will be assured that she will never appear in front of them again.

At the station, she found Song Lingshu who was waiting. The two of them were already familiar with each other and began to squeeze into the car. They still had standing tickets, but Zhao Jiajia dragged her to the dining car compartment.

You only need to pay more to get a seat here. After Song Lingshu sat down, he said, "This place is so good and expensive."

Zhao Jiajia: "It's okay, someone is sponsoring."

Song Lingshu: "Who, who?"

"Don't worry about it, just sit down." Zhao Jiajia finished paying the money and dumped the rest to Song Lingshu.

"Where did you come from? So much money." Just as Song Lingshu finished speaking, the other party leaned on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and looked tired and didn't want to talk.

She counted the remaining money carefully, and said: "Including the money you gave... just now, there are seventy or thirteen yuan in total."

"Yeah." Zhao Jiajia twitched her lips in a self-deprecating manner, "Seventy-three yuan, it's good to buy out a relationship, and I still make money, and she doesn't even have to pay the money."

After saying this, Song Lingshu guessed that she had met her adoptive mother.

There is also such a plot in the original book, but the place and time are different. The adoptive mother wanted her not to appear in front of the money and gave her a sum of money, but she threw the money back with pride, and her heart became sharp and sensitive. , and passed on the hatred to Xiaoqin, which can be regarded as a turning point of psychological change.

But......

Zhao Jiajia took the money this time.

Song Lingshu turned her head to look over, and found that her eyes were still closed, but tears were streaming down her cheeks at some point.

She raised her hand and wiped Zhao Jiajia's tears with her fingertips. Instead of asking more about the reason for the tears, she asked in a low voice: "Boss, boss, what are you going to use, use, and use for this money... ?”

"Aren't you going to do business? Take this, anyway, I don't spend much money on schooling." Zhao Jiajia said.

Song Lingshu was taken aback, looked at her in amazement for a while, and suddenly burst into tears: "Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

Zhao Jiajia opened his eyes with tears in his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

"Boss, boss, you are really, really kind to me, woo, woo..." Song Lingshu hugged her, crying loudly.

The people around all looked over and snickered one after another, but Zhao Jiajia didn't have time to pay attention to the others, so they also hugged their heads and cried together.

After returning, the two went directly back to the rented house. The room had been cleaned up. After Song Lingshu changed into the pink floral bed sheet, she lay on the bed with her and rested for most of the day.

When she woke up again, it was almost dark. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, and found that Zhao Jiajia was not on the bed, but was cleaning downstairs.

"Boss, boss, what are you doing... what are you doing?" Song Lingshu asked, "What, when... did you wake up?"

"I woke up just now, I have nothing to do, so I just cleaned up." Zhao Jiajia took out the trash and asked, "Is there anything else I need help with?"

Song Lingshu glanced at her and knew that she wanted to find something to pass the time. After thinking about it, he said, "Go and have a meeting."

Kneading dough requires strength, Song Lingshu put the dough on the cutting board: "Come on, knead it any way you want...you can do it."

So Zhao Jiajia exerted all his breastfeeding strength and began to knead and knead. Occasionally, he picked up the dough and threw it **** the cutting board.

Song Lingshu went to work in the kitchen, ping-pong-pong, and performed a kitchen symphony with her dough.

When the old lady heard the movement, she came to the living room, looked around, and saw that the room was popular again, and she couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

A few days later, it was the first day of school, and Song Lingshu's bakery and dessert shop officially opened.

Several of Zhao Jiajia's roommates came to join in, adding to the popularity. As soon as they entered the door, they looked around curiously, and let out "wow" from time to time.

Originally thought that Song Lingshu was just running a small business, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be something like that, so he praised it highly.

Each of them bought some biscuits, meaning, after all, they are not rich people.

Song Lingshu gave them some new products and asked them to bring them to their new classmates to try.

A few people happily took Zhao Jiajia to school, and spared no effort to give other students a taste, and they received unanimous praise, and quickly made them get along with others and get closer.

Except Zhao Jiajia.

When she was out to the public, she had always been reticent, and her face looked very cold.

During the military training, most of the boys were peeping at her. There were many people who had a crush on her, but few dared to confess. The sense of distance was too strong and she seemed difficult to catch up with. Everyone privately felt that she was the most difficult to chase after.

But there are also courageous ones who want to take a challenge, first win over her roommates, and when she learns that her best friend has a shop outside, she takes her brothers to patronize the business on weekends.

"Zhao Jiajia, won't you tell us some good things?" the boy asked.

Zhao Jiajia was sitting in front of the counter reading a book, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Read it yourself, choose it yourself."

"I don't understand these either, please help us choose." The boy smiled.

Zhao Jiajia was engrossed in the book. Hearing this, she was a little impatient. Just as she was about to stand up, she saw Song Lingshu coming back from delivering the goods, and said, "Give them some recommendations."

"Oh, yes, yes." Song Lingshu clapped his hands, with his hair half tied up, and walked in energetically, "You, what do you want... want something?"

"You are the boss?" The boy looked at her in surprise, and looked at each other with his companions. No one knew in advance that the other party stuttered. Zhao Jiajia's roommates never mentioned this.

"Well, yes, it's me." Song Lingshu said.

"We haven't bought these before, so you can help and recommend some." After the boy was surprised, he returned to his original state and did not dare to show other emotions.

"Your school eats steamed buns early in the morning. If, if you have spare money and want to... try something different, you can buy, buy some bread. If you are not used to eating, I still recommend you to buy... this biscuit is the most cost-effective one, and the warranty and shelf life are also... a little longer, hungry If you are hungry, you can eat a little pad to pad your stomach." Song Lingshu introduced.

"Okay, give me half a catty..." The boy glanced at Zhao Jiajia and changed his tune, "One catty."

Song Lingshu packed it up for him, gave him another piece of bread, and said with a smile, "Try this, this, if you like... welcome, next time, come again."

"Okay, thank you boss." The boy took it, and was reluctant to leave immediately. Seeing Zhao Jiajia's ignorance, he turned around and chatted with Song Lingshu, intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about Zhao Jiajia's preferences, "Usually Zhao Jiajia prefers What do you like?"

Song Lingshu glanced at the expressions of the boys, and guessed what they were thinking, and said, "Hi, I like to eat the biscuits I bake."

"Is this the one?" The boy pointed to the biscuits in the bag.

"Yes, it's another one." Song Lingshu pointed to the most expensive one.

The boy gasped when he saw the price.

Zhao Jiajia lowered his head, pursed the corners of his mouth, still couldn't help but tilted his head upwards, and then looked at it pretending to be calm.

The boy seemed to be afraid of losing face, and he must never show embarrassment in front of the girl he likes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Give me... a half catty to taste first."

"Okay, okay." Song Lingshu sandwiched another piece of toast for him, and said with a smile, "For the sake of you... being a classmate of the boss, I will give you more, more Send some."

"She's your boss?!"

"Uh-huh."

The boy looked surprised, and wondered if Zhao Jiajia would get a share of the store's profits. He couldn't hold back and bought another piece of bread, and left after spending all his pocket money.

"You and your classmates are... all very well." Song Lingshu smiled and walked to Zhao Jiajia's side.

"Then you still lie to them? My favorite is not the biscuit." Zhao Jiajia closed the book, turned to look at her with a smile.

"I am, am a profiteer. Fat sheep should, should be slaughtered... just slaughter, no, no hesitation." Song Lingshu stammered and said the most ruthless words in the most innocent tone, making Zhao Jiajia laugh .

In the evening, Song Lingshu went upstairs to cook, and Zhao Jiajia was sitting at the door downstairs watching the shop. She listened to the commotion in the kitchen, raised her head from the book and glanced at the sunset. Keep a faint smile on.

Until a phone call interrupted her thoughts.

It was the call from the man named Wang Yue.

The store spent a lot of money to install a landline, which is convenient for doing business. Usually, there are customers who call, but there is a charge.

After Zhao Jiajia answered the phone, he raised his head and shouted, "There is a call, Wang Yue is looking for you."

"Horse, come right away!" Song Lingshu immediately turned off the fire and rushed downstairs to answer the phone.

Zhao Jiajia looked at her eagerly answering the phone without even wiping her hands, calling Yuege, Yuege, with such high spirits that her braids were about to stand up.

Zhao Jiajia rolled her eyes and went upstairs without looking back.

Song Lingshu and Wang Yue talked about stocks on the phone for a while, and then went upstairs with a smile, and found that Zhao Jiajia was meeting again in the living room, and said in surprise, "Boss, boss, what are you doing, what are you doing?"

Zhao Jiajia kneaded the dough expressionlessly, and threw the dough heavily onto the board upon hearing this.

Song Lingshu was startled, stepped forward cautiously, and mixed some water into the dough: "Yes, it's a bit dry, now...but, we can continue."

Zhao Jiajia: "..."

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