Chapter 971: Aijia's family

Chapter 971: Ai Jia's Family
"Mom, didn't you tell me not to wait for me and sleep when you're sleepy? Why are you waiting for me?"
When Ai Jia came home and looked at her, her mother who was in poor health was looking tired and holding the door waiting for herself. She couldn't bear it. "I helped you into the house..."
With that, he lightly took the mother's arm, helped her, and walked cautiously towards the house.
"Oh, silly boy, you have to study and work again, so tired, you haven't come back in the middle of the night, how can you sleep? Mom thinks you are selling apples outside, it is very cold. I want to cook for you Jiang Tang, you can warm it up when you come back and save your cold..."
As she said, Emma laughed, "but the water hasn't boiled, you're back..."
"Mom, you said you, if you can't fall asleep, just watch TV, read the newspaper, what kind of water does it burn? If you bump into it, what can you do?"
Ai Jia looked at her with some blame. "I said it all. I will do whatever work comes back. I have told you how many times you have not listened to me..."
Although Ai Jia's attitude is a bit anxious, how can Ai Mu not know that she is for her own good? So I was not angry, but answered with a smile, "Well, listen to you next time. You can't let me touch it, can I not touch it?"
"It's almost the same..." Ai Jia smiled after listening to her mother's promise.
When she saw her daughter laughing, the smile on her mother's face was even stronger, full of kindness.
It's just that from the wrinkles on her face, the weak body to the strenuous body to walk, the gray hair, from any aspect, she can't see that she will be Ai Jia's mother. On the contrary, it would make people feel that this old lady is like her grandmother.
However, she is indeed Ai Jia's mother.
In fact, Ai Jia's mother was originally a very beautiful middle-aged woman, but she only got sick when she was in her third year of junior high school. The disease is very serious, and she can almost be said to be unable to afford it.
Because of this serious illness, she ran out of savings in her family, and even sold the house she lived at that time, only to return her life.
But her condition was under control, but she almost completely lost her ability to work.
Fortunately, Ai Jia, who was in the most critical period at that time, did not embarrass her, and her good grades were admitted to a famous high school in Beidu.
But since then, tuition, family planning, medical expenses, everything has fallen to Ai Jia, who is only 18 years old.
And since then, the mother's body has not returned to her original health, but has become worse and worse.
Although she is only forty-seven or eight years old this year, she looks like an old man who is almost sixty years old.
Fortunately, Aijia is indeed a'good boy'.
She can't live in school like her peers, shop and sing with her friends, buy trendy clothes, make love with a boyfriend, and use high-end mobile phones.
On the contrary, except for school, she spends almost all her time working
She has to go out to work, earn tuition, support her family, and earn money for her mother to buy medicine. She has to shoulder the heavy burdens that she is not a child of her age.
But for all this, Ai Jia just chose to accept it silently. Not only has never been dissatisfied, but she has taken care of her sick mother more and more.
In Ai's heart, she was 100% satisfied with Ai Jia's daughter.
She believes that Ai Jia is the biggest and the only pride in her life.
But at the same time, pride, Lin mother also feels sorry, always feels that she owes too much to this baby girl.
Amy was supported by Ai Jia and walked into the room. While walking, she looked at Ai Jia with her eyes. She wanted to see if her baby daughter was abnormal.
And when she saw Ai Jia's delicate face, red and swollen, she felt even more uncomfortable.
‘Oh, Jiajia is so bitter... it’s all because of me, I’m really a waste...’ Ai mother thought blaming herself.
Just when she thought, Ai Jia turned her head, but she saw the change in her mother's face, and she couldn't help turning her eyebrows.
"Mom, are you thinking again?" Ai Jia asked.
"Ah? No, no, it's just that mom looked at your blushing cold, and it hurts you..." Ai Muqiang replied with a smile.
Knowing son is like father, knowing daughter is like mother.
Conversely, how could a daughter be ignorant of her mother?
So even though Ai Mu didn't admit it, Ai Jia still saw what she was thinking.
"Mom, I told you all, you don't have to think about it, our hard days will soon be over..."
Ai Jia lifted her mother's quilt and left her in bed. "Don't you know your daughter's ability?"
"Although I am only a sophomore now, Director Feng has promised me that when he is a senior intern, he will recommend me to the best-paid institute..."
"At that time, your daughter, I was the one holding the golden rice bowl. Whether it was eating, dressing, or living, everything would be solved by the Institute. Moreover, the research and the staff's exclusive hospital..."
"The doctors there are not only superb in medical skills, employees and their families, but also spend very little money, they may see a doctor. So, when the time comes, your illness can be cured..."
"Mom, don't you think it's very long. I'm in the middle of my sophomore year, and I will be able to work internship in another year and a half. That is to say, if we persist for another year and a half, our hardship will come to an end... …"
"Mom, our mother and I have survived for so many years. Is it still a year and a half away? What else are you sad about..."
Ai Jia was sitting by the bed, helping her mother to tuck her horns, while talking non-stop, depicting her a beautiful blue scene named ‘Future’.
Although Ai Mu knew that Ai Jia's words were exaggerated and the reality was far less beautiful than she said, Ai Mu still looked at her daughter's face, smiling lovingly and listening quietly.
Although she wanted to talk more with her daughter and care more about her, but she couldn't get enough of it, she didn't lie down for a long time, and there was a sense of tiredness.
And Ai Jia was still talking with interest there, but she heard her mother's even breathing and turned her head to look at it. The mother was asleep.
"Everyone said don't wait for me, you have to be brave..." Looking at the mother's calm sleeping face, Ai Jia smiled heartily.
She helped her mother put the quilt up, turned off the light, and turned and walked out.
When I saw the kitchen, the water on the pot had boiled. She hurried away to turn off the fire, cut some green onions skillfully, threw the into it, and added some sugar.
Soon, a pot of soup was cooked.
Back in his small room of less than ten square meters, Ai Jia took off her outerwear and trousers and got into the bed warmed by the warm electric blanket.
"Guru"
Drinking soup while reading the book, it feels very pleasant.
A bowl of soup went down and stayed in the bed for a while, and Ai Jia felt that the chills were gone, just like being born again.
"Hoo, resurrected"
Ai Jia stretched her arms, her face contented.
And once she recovered, the first thing she did was take the money she made from her pocket.
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred..."
Ai Jia was counting money there like a little wealthy fan, "... seven hundred and eighty, seven hundred and ninety-nine. It cost four hundred dollars and earned three hundred and ninety-nine..."
"Huh, okay, no matter what, there is no hurry..." Ai Jia smiled with satisfaction.
In fact, there is a gap between the number of 390 yuan and her estimate.
But the problem is that there are too many people selling Ping An fruit this year.
Originally, she was ready to lose money. But I didn't expect that those goods were really sold.
As for this year's market, let alone earn more and less, she is already satisfied.
‘And all this is fortunate to have that guy help...’ After counting the money, Mu Fei’s smirk appeared in her mind.
Originally, she didn't wait to see Mu Fei very much. He felt that he smiled very quickly, not like a good person.
But now, she feels that the guy is not so annoying.
"Look, I really misunderstood him before..." Ai Jia thought to herself.
And when she was thinking of this, she heard something moving outside the door.
"Hey? Aunt Shao and they are back."
Ai Jia murmured to herself, hurriedly got out of the bed, put on her outerwear and walked out.
When I opened the door, Aunt Shao and his two sons moved home with large boxes and small pots and pots.
"Aunt Shao, are you back? Is there anything downstairs? Let me help you..." Ai Jia said, and she was going downstairs.
"Yo? Jiajia, you are all back. No need to go downstairs..."
Aunt Shao grinned at Ai Jia and reached out to stop her, "Today's business is good, everything is sold out, there is nothing downstairs. So, you go back and rest..."
"Oh, that's done too. Aunt Shao, I just cooked the pot of soup, and I will bring it to you later..." Ai Jiadao said.
"That's so good. Jiajia, then I'll leave the door for you. Just come in when you come..." Aunt Shao said unkindly.
She didn't thank Ai Jia, because the relationship between the two of them, like this kind of trivial thing, it seemed to be orthopedic.
"Hey, Sister Jiajia, come here quickly, we have a small gift for you..." Aunt Shao's elder son said.
"Yo? Little potatoes, can you still prepare gifts for me? Rare things, tell my sister, what gift?" Ai Jia asked in surprise.
However, Little Potato glanced at his brother, hey smirked, and replied, "Don't tell you!"
"Huh, you two little ghosts, sell me the same thing with me. Looking for it?" Ai Jia shook her fist.
But the two children were obviously not afraid of her.
"Hee hee, Jiajia, don't shake your fist. Oh, scare us, we won't tell you..."
"Yeah, yeah, if you want to know, then come quickly..."
The two little ghosts replied with a laugh.
"Huh, if you dare to lie to me, you will die..." Ai Jia knew it was useless to continue asking, and shook her fists again, glaring at them with dissatisfaction, then turned back to the house.
Soon, she warmed the soup, and when it was delivered, she was like a baby, and she put the safe fruit that was left in advance and was not willing to sell it into her pocket.
"Hey, two little ghost heads see this, one is very happy..."
Ai Jia thought, and walked past that half-pot of soup~EbookFREE.me~ But when she entered Aunt Shao's house, she couldn't help but stump.
Because she found out that the two little ghosts were eating a red apple there.
"Hey? You guys, you all eat..." Ai Jialen asked.
"Hee hee, Jiajia, not only us, but you too..." said the little potato, and he turned out a red fruit from the side like a treasure.
Afterwards, he jogged over and delivered the fruit to Ai Jia, "Give it."
"Oh." Ai Jia froze, receiving the fruit conditionedly.
But when she saw the fruit clearly, she was even more flustered.
Then, as if seeing something scary, the boss stared.
Because, she recognized that this fruit... it was she who picked it by herself and wrapped it in wrapping paper... this is the fruit she sold at all...