To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

After the new year, Song Lingshu posted a recruitment notice at the door, planning to recruit two small workers.

It just so happened that Zhao Jiajia's office head had just rushed over from his hometown, and went to their place before even going to school. His eyes were red and swollen, and he looked like he had cried.

As soon as she came, she saw the recruitment notice at the door, and she was even more excited, and hurried in: "Zhaodi, what are your requirements for recruiting?"

Song Lingshu didn't know why, so he poured her a glass of water and said, "Just step on it, work hard, be diligent and quick... order."

"What about age? Is there an age requirement?"

"The upper limit, the limit is 60 years old."

"Is it okay for a 14-year-old girl?"

Song Lingshu looked at her suspiciously, and then she explained: "I have a younger sister, the family can't afford two people to study, her grades are mediocre, and during the Chinese New Year, the family decided to send me to continue studying alone, and let her finish junior high school. I read it, and I plan to send her to work with relatives in Guangdong, but I always feel that I owe her, and I want her to be closer to me, so that I can continue to take care of her. She is still so young, and I heard that the factory outside is in a mess Very, there are still underage girls who are abducted and trafficked." As she spoke, she began to cry again.

"Yes, yes, as long as she, she is willing to come to my small shop... you can let her come to work in a few days... How about it?"

"Okay, thank you for recruiting me." The head of the office was so excited that he didn't know what to do. He took out a dozen yuan from his pocket, which was the lucky money she received during the Chinese New Year, and planned to give it to Song Lingshu, but Song Lingshu flatly refused.

After a while, the two discussed the details of the salary. The first month is the trial period, and there is only one hundred yuan a month, including food, and if you live, you can set up a shop in the living room. Hundreds, this is just the basic salary, and it will increase every month based on performance.

Although the salary is not as high as that of the factories outside, Song Lingshu also gave her a thorough understanding. She is going to teach her the craft by hand. After a year or so of learning, her sister can make money by doing it alone. If you don't want to leave, you can stay and participate in the competition for store manager.

The office manager doesn't understand what store manager competition means, isn't the store manager her? Is it going to be transferred?

In any case, the younger sister can find a place to live and her safety can be guaranteed. The two sisters are also close to each other, so she is already very satisfied. She immediately used the phone in the store to notify her younger sister, and she was very happy to hear the news. .

The head of the room put down the phone, looked left and right and said, "Where is Zhao Jiajia? Why are you alone?"

"Upstairs, upstairs, and next to..." Song Lingshu pointed to the upstairs.

It was only then that the head of the room heard a bang from upstairs from time to time, like the sound of dough hitting the cutting board. She was surprised: "She can still make dough? Why did she go to make dough?"

Of course it was because of the quarrel.

The two live together every day, and conflicts are inevitable. When Song Lingshu woke up this morning, he said unintentionally, "Did you gain weight during the Chinese New Year", which made Zhao Jiajia angry. She didn't talk to her all morning, and went to talk to her after lunch. face.

But these little things are not enough for outsiders, she just said: "She is helping, helping."

"So that's the case, then I'll help you too." The head of the office rolled up his sleeves and was about to go upstairs to help with the meeting, but was stopped by Song Lingshu, who personally sent her to the door, and then turned around and went upstairs to coax people.

As soon as she entered the living room, Zhao Jiajia glanced at her: "Send her away?"

"Um."

"That's right. She's looking for a job for her sister, and she's delivering it to the door. Don't you think she's hardworking and slim?" Zhao Jiajia said eccentrically.

It's all the same, Song Lingshu is very funny: "How can she be, you are slim, slim."

"You still said I was fat in the morning." Zhao Jiajia snorted coldly.

"I, I mean, you have gained a little weight, and now your figure... is even better. It is exquisite and well-proportioned, and it is the most advanced... figure!" Song Lingshu gave a thumbs up, " I am so envious!"

Zhao Jiajia looked her up and down, walked over to compare with her, and found that the other party had almost grown to her forehead, and it had grown a lot in the past year. Because of years of heavy work, there are still muscle lines on the thin arms.

Wearing boys' clothes for many years, even now I still like to wear black, white and gray clothes, my hair never grows below my shoulders, and I often wear a peaked cap. I dress very neutrally, not at all like girls of their age, but Don't be glamorous either.

"Turn around."

"?" Song Lingshu turned around blankly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Jiajia lowered the brim of her hat, and at an angle she couldn't see, the corners of her mouth twitched quickly.

After school started, the days became faster again, and everything seemed to have remained the same, but subtle changes took place under the impetus of time.

Like other female students, Zhao Jiajia fell in love with beauty. In her spare time, she secretly used the petals of impatiens from the campus, crushed them on her nails, and painted a thin layer of water red.

Some female students came to school by stealing their mother's lipstick, and a group of girls gathered around to secretly try it out, making shy titters.

Zhao Jiajia was also a little bit tempted, but she didn't want to use this that everyone had tried. In fact, she was too embarrassed to join them, so she had to use her pocket money to secretly buy a lipstick, which cost eight yuan!

After school on Friday, she hid in the toilet, took a small mirror, applied a light layer, and then carried her schoolbag. She went back to the bakery with anticipation and nervousness all the way. She saw Song Lingshu taking care of the business downstairs, and said hello. I hurried upstairs to do my homework.

From time to time, there was a sound of conversation downstairs, the sound of customers coming to buy things, and the sound of Song Lingshu teaching two newcomers.

She sat by the window, raised her head to look in the mirror from time to time, and didn't speed up her homework until she heard footsteps sending Song Lingshu off.

I want her to see it, but I don't want her to see it. I feel very complicated. All in all, I am very nervous.

"Boss, Boss, come and **** disciples'...craftsmanship." Song Lingshu put a plate of biscuits and a glass of milk by her table.

Zhao Jiajia took two sips without looking back: "The one who can overtake you is still far away." Then he took two more sips of milk and put it aside.

Song Lingshu looked at the red mark on the mouth of the cup in amazement, put his hands on the table, and turned his head to look: "Boss, boss, did you put on your lipstick?"

Zhao Jiajia looked at her in surprise: "How did you see that?"

Song Lingshu took a closer look, smiled, and stretched out his hand: "Where's the lipstick?"

Not receiving positive comments, Zhao Jiajia curled her lips, took out the lipstick from her schoolbag, and put it on the table.

Song Lingshu took it over and pinched her chin: "No paint...OK."

Zhao Jiajia was at a loss, staring at the mirror from the corner of her eye, and saw her reapplying lipstick on her lips.

Because it is the first time to apply it, her own technique is very rusty, starting from the upper lip to fill it up little by little, resulting in different shades and unevenness.

"Sip, take a sip." Song Lingshu demonstrated to her, Zhao Jiajia followed suit, and then Song Lingshu continued to wipe her.

The setting sun outside the window was about to completely submerge the skyline. Zhao Jiajia looked at the mirror in a daze until Song Lingshu put away his hands and said with a smile, "It's really, really beautiful."

Zhao Jiajia turned her head and glanced at the mirror, her lips were red and bright, she raised her eyes and asked her, "Is it really pretty?"

"Super, super beautiful!"

Zhao Jiajia smiled: "Come on, let me paint for you."

The two happily painted each other's lipsticks in front of the desk, and Zhao Jiajia became playful and painted a stroke on her face. Song Lingshu just tapped her on the forehead, and was called a red girl by the disciples. Zhao Jiajia was so angry that she went to meet again overnight.

After the initial novelty, Zhao Jiajia didn't like to wear lipstick at school anymore, because the boys couldn't help but stare at her, which troubled her, so she put the lipstick at home, only on weekends When I go back, I will only paint it on and ask Song Lingshu to praise it.

The spring breeze blew for a while, and summer came. Zhao Jiajia changed into a short-sleeved skirt and a pair of small leather shoes. After washing her hair, she walked around the campus with long hair. It was the most beautiful scenery, but she still didn’t like it She pays attention to other people's chatting up, even though those boys try their best to show themselves in front of her, she turns a blind eye.

So the boys came to her roommates to ask how they could talk to Zhao Jiajia. The roommates unanimously suggested that they go to the bakery to buy as much as possible.

So throughout the summer, the store's business was very good.

After the results of the final exam came out, Zhao Jiajia still failed to get into the top three of the grade, but entered the top ten of the grade and ranked first in the class.

Song Lingshu was very happy, and reported the good news to Uncle Wang and the others: "Jia Jia got the first place in the exam!"

"What? Jiajia first grade? ! So is she preparing to take Tsinghua University or Peking University? "

"I think Tsinghua and Tsinghua are good."

"Then go to Tsinghua University!" Uncle Wang held the phone, turned his head and shouted to his wife, "Jiajia is promising, and she's going to Tsinghua University!"

Zhao Jiajia on the side: "..."

Rumors end with wise men, but start with stuttering.

The next day, Zhao Jiajia looked at the report card again and again. When she was struggling, she received a call from her mother, saying that she had sent her another 500 yuan. This was the second time since the Chinese New Year.

Zhao Jiajia said thank you, and the two of them fell silent on the phone. She pursed her lips and finally said, "I got the first place in the class this time."

"Really? That would be great!"

Hearing the other party's happy tone, Zhao Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth relaxed a little, and a faint smile flashed in her eyes, but the next moment, she heard the other party say: "Xiaoqin also got the first place in the exam this time, you guys The two are really good..."

Perhaps realizing that she shouldn't say this, Mother Zhao stopped suddenly.

A layer of ice quickly formed in Zhao Jiajia's eyes, and he tightly clenched the microphone: "Are you still in contact with her?"

"...I don't keep in touch with you often, but I wrote a letter last time."

Zhao Jiajia hung up the phone directly, his chest rising and falling.

write a letter?

Did they ever write a letter?

Zhao Jiajia was so angry that she turned around and went upstairs to her room. She was covered in the quilt all afternoon, until Song Lingshu returned from delivering the goods outside and lifted the quilt, only to find that her face was blushing, and she was so frightened that she rushed to the hospital Go, have a cold.

Zhao Jiajia didn't say the reason. Song Lingshu thought it was her bad habit of taking a nap. After taking the medicine, she took her back to have a good rest.

The last few days were the busiest time for Song Lingshu. She hired two small workers for the Chinese New Year, not to save trouble, but to find someone to pick up her shop. She was determined to open another restaurant.

The profit made by the bakery was not enough, and after the morning was done, the whole day was free, and she didn't want to sit and waste time at all.

It happened that Zhao Jiajia was at home every day during the summer vacation, so I could ask her to help look after the store, and then go out to find a suitable new store. I am negotiating the rent issue these two days.

However, now that Zhao Jiajia was ill, she had to temporarily put down her work, but Zhao Jiajia disagreed, and asked her to go about her own affairs and just rest for two days.

Unable to withstand Zhao Jiajia's urging, Song Lingshu had no choice but to let the old lady and apprentices watch her more, then went out to continue discussing business, and cut down a lot of prices on the grounds that the decoration was too dilapidated and needed to be redecorated.

She surveyed the market and found that the restaurants are generally decorated, mainly clean and tidy. There is nothing special about it, and the main thing is the taste.

So she originally planned to redecorate it. After renting it out, she spent two days thinking about it at home, made a design drawing, and then went to find a suitable decoration team.

Many workers were unwilling to take this job, fearing that they would not do well, but one company was able to take it, but the price was 10% higher than the market price.

Song Lingshu gritted his teeth and agreed. There is only one request, and it must be satisfactory.

She went to supervise the work every day, so busy that her toes never touched the ground. On the way home that evening, she saw tapes being sold at a roadside stall, bought a dozen or so, and happily took them back to Zhao Jiajia, who never expected that the other party was not at home.

"Sister Jiajia received a call. It seemed that her mother had passed away, so she hurried home." said the room chief sister.

Oops, how could I forget about this!

Song Lingshu slapped her head, feeling really confused, she hurried upstairs, took the key, ID card and a set of clothes, and hurried out to buy a ticket.

According to the development of the plot, Zhao Jiajia's biological mother will pass away this summer vacation. The reason is that the two had a quarrel on the phone. Zhao's mother took a special leave and was going to come back to reconcile with her. But when she was changing trains in Shanghai, she met Xiaoqin. up.

The two still had a bit of mother-daughter relationship, so Mother Zhao asked her if they could have a meal together. Unexpectedly, when crossing the road, a car rushed out and almost ran into Xiaoqin. Zhao's mother subconsciously pushed her away, but she died.

This incident strongly stimulated Zhao Jiajia, her grades plummeted, and she transferred her hatred to Xiaoqin, completely blackening her, doing everything just to get revenge on Xiaoqin.

But don't let anything happen, Song Lingshu thought eagerly.

When Zhao Jiajia returned to her hometown, Zhao's mother's family had already set up the mourning hall. According to the local custom, the children are going to have a last look. She walked to the coffin, looked at the unrecognizable person inside, and then moved her eyes away.

Mother Zhao's brothers and sisters were all crying and helping with the funeral.

The whole process was very long, but very fast. Zhao Jiajia knelt in front of the mourning hall. She didn't know the people who came to comfort her. My big sister, why are you so unlucky, leaving a lonely child behind, how will she live in the future...Xiaoqin, why don't you come and live with me?"

"I'm not Xiaoqin." Zhao Jiajia looked at her indifferently.

The woman's face froze: "Oh, you are Jiajia, right? Oh, we've been out of town, and we haven't had time to see you yet. You really look like that father who died early..."

Zhao Jiajia was sleepy. She hadn't slept in two days. Suddenly, she didn't know what she was doing.

Many people around were crying, and my aunt reminded her to cry, but when she said she couldn't cry, the aunt pinched her leg, annoyed her, stood up suddenly, rubbed her stiff knee, and left the mourning hall When I was young, I could still hear my aunt explaining to others that the child was young and ignorant, so don't be surprised.

She went back to her room to rest for an afternoon, and when she went downstairs, she heard many people pointing at her, saying that she was hard-hearted, that she was an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, that she would not shed a single tear when her mother died, and that the mourning hall would not kneel down. ,outrageous. It's not like Xiaoqin, how filial she is.

Zhao Jiajia passed by them expressionlessly, and they immediately stopped talking.

Why are you crying?

When this woman gave birth, she was transferred to another family, but she died for the daughter of another family.

Apart from blood, what bond does she have with this woman?

She walked outside the mourning hall, heard the lively voices inside, everyone was calling for Xiaoqin, and walked to the door suspiciously, only to find that Xiaoqin and her adoptive mother had also come, and all relatives and friends surrounded Xiaoqin, asking how she was doing.

Look, this should be the daughter of the Zhao family. Everyone loves her. Even though the woman in the coffin died for her, everyone is encouraging her to continue to face the future and care about her life with care.

Xiaoqin also found her, walked towards her, lowered her head and said softly, "I'm sorry..."

Zhao Jiajia raised her hand and slapped her, not knowing why she was angry.

However, the others immediately pulled her away and reprimanded her: "Zhao Jiajia, are you still looking good? It's not easy for people to come all the way. How come your mother has raised her for more than ten years, and this matter is not her fault." Wrong, it's all voluntary by your mother."

The adoptive mother and several other relatives went to check on Xiaoqin's injuries, while the neighbors pulled Zhao Jiajia away, saying that she shouldn't have hit someone.

noisily.

It's annoying, it's annoying!

Surrounded by people, she was alone and helpless.

Zhao Jiajia suddenly felt a hostility in her heart. This anger had arisen as early as when she just came back here, and it had been suppressed in her heart until she almost forgot it. It was only now that it finally came out——

It would be great if everyone here died, let's all die!

Zhao Jiajia suddenly resisted and pushed the person in front of him away. The person fell to the ground and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Perhaps because he felt ashamed, the person yelled: "Zhao Jiajia, how could you treat me like this?" elder?"

"That's right, it's too outrageous!"

"It's because Ah Qin didn't educate her well."

"No wonder Aqin likes Xiaoqin more. Who would like such an ignorant daughter?"

"Jiajia, please apologize quickly, and pretend that this never happened."

"Aqin passed away, someone must take care of her, right?"

"Which relative dares to take her in? I think it's better to send her to the orphanage."

At this time, someone knocked heavily on the door with a stick, drowning out everyone's voices. As soon as everyone calmed down, they heard a voice: "I see, who dares!"

Everyone in the room turned their heads to look over, Zhao Jiajia's body trembled slightly, and he turned his head slowly, his gloomy expression finally changed slightly when he saw Song Lingshu.

"She doesn't need or use any of you, who will support her, she will live better... than all of you." Song Lingshu stepped forward, stood in front of Zhao Jiajia, looked at her expression carefully, and asked Said, "Boss, Boss, are you...... tired?"

Zhao Jiajia's tense body relaxed, and his head hung down, resting on her shoulders, and he said after a while, "I'm so tired."

"Then go and rest first." Song Lingshu led her out without hesitation.

The two of them passed the spectators together. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, they were both inconspicuous rebels, unfilial daughters worthy of criticism, and disobedient aliens.

But in Zhao Jiajia's eyes, the whole world is against her, but there is still someone standing by her side all the time.

Suddenly, a warm current went straight to the eye sockets.

She, who had never shed a single tear in the past few days, now shed tears like rain, quietly letting them flow, nourishing her dry heart.

As soon as Song Lingshu turned his head, he saw tears all over her face. He quickly took her back to the room, closed the door, and wiped her tears with his hands: "No, don't cry, don't cry for people who are not worth it... .”

"That's not true." Zhao Jiajia choked up and laughed, "She's worth it."

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