Chapter 321 Return to Yesterday 2
The green arrow points to the little boy sitting in the stroller.
It's not a stroller for infants and young children.
Instead, it is a small iron cart that was available in that era, surrounded by iron on all sides, in which children can stand, a bit like a shopping cart in a supermarket.
But the iron on the four sides of this small iron cart is not guardrails but solid, and it is usually used to pull corn or something.
The little boy was very handsome, with dark eyebrows, a high nose bridge and strong facial features.
At such a young age, he behaves like an adult with a solemn expression.
You wouldn't be able to tell from his face that he was wearing a set of baby blue overalls and a small white shirt.
He has fair skin, and this outfit makes him look particularly cute.
The person pushing him was also wearing a floral shirt dress that was popular at that time, and her short hair was slightly curled at the ends.
It's obvious that the two of them come from a well-off family.
While the four of them were secretly looking at the big and small.
The woman slowly pushed the little boy to the nearby popsicle shop.
Suddenly, the boy's dark eyes turned and swept towards Lingyao.
Lingyao frowned. This little guy is quite alert.
The woman bought two popsicles and handed one to the little boy.
I didn't expect the little boy to be so serious.
He folded his hands over his chest, shook his head seriously, and refused the popsicle in the woman's hand.
If his face was seven or eight years older, this domineering and mature look would have charmed countless people.
But this serious action and expression appears somewhat funny when it appears on a child.
Xie Wanning suggested that they could go buy popsicles together to get closer to the mission target.
By the way, let's see if I can say a few words to you.
But this requires paper money, and the shop doesn't look like it can accept mobile payments.
In the era when they came here, payments were basically made using data, and no one would carry paper money with them.
Zhang Lin, the tall and thin man who had been silent, raised his hand, his voice still weak.
"I have a few here, but I don't know if the release date is correct."
Zhang Lin lives in poverty, and he feels insecure because his money is deducted without him noticing when he makes mobile payments.
Moreover, since they work on construction sites, it is common for their cell phones to be out of battery and have no signal.
When we went to some villages for construction, we found that people there didn't have the habit of paying with mobile phones.
He also developed the habit of carrying some money with him.
Fortunately, among the money Zhang Lin carried with him, there were two notes, a five-yuan note and a ten-yuan note, both issued in the 1990s, which came in handy.
"Boss, two mung bean popsicles and two small puddings, please."
The woman who was biting a popsicle heard the sound and turned around to look at the few people. She took a closer look at Gao Qiang, who was dressed in fancy clothes.
But it soon returned to normal.
Xie Wanning distributed the ice cream to several people.
Then he stood next to the woman and chatted with her in a familiar tone.
"It's so hot today, sister. Is this your child? He looks as pretty as you, but you don't look like someone who has given birth to a child. Or is this your brother?"
Xie Wanning already had the most popular cadre style of this era, and she said this at this time.
The woman smiled and continued talking.
"You are really good at talking. This is not my brother, this is my nephew. His parents have something to do these two days, so they asked me to help take care of him for two days..."
The two of them chatted back and forth, and Gao Qiang, who was standing next to them, would occasionally interject and make some fun.
The chat was lively.
After a while, he got a lot of information from the woman.
The woman's name was Song Qinghe. She was from the nearby Tuba Village. The Song family was the first family in Tuba Village to earn over 10,000 yuan.
The target of their mission is Song Huaian, the child of Song Qinghe's brother Song Jialiang.
Song Jialiang is the pillar of their family, and it is because of Song Jialiang that the Song family is living such a good life now.
But Song Jialiang is very busy, and sometimes when he is too busy, he will ask her to take care of Song Huaian for a few days.
Today is the day for Song Huaian to get vaccinated. Song Jialiang doesn't have time, so he asks her to bring the vaccine over and get it administered.
While the few of them were chatting, Lingyao looked at the little one who was standing quietly by the side, not making any noise or urging Song Qinghe to leave early.
His little back was straight, his little face was serious, and he stood there like an elite soldier.
Lingyao was given a mung bean popsicle, and she turned to the boss to exchange it for a cream pudding.
Hand it to him.
Song Qinghe, who was standing next to him, saw it but said nothing.
I just thought that little girls just like to play with other children.
And her nephew won't answer it.
Sure enough, Song Huaian didn't stretch out his hand, but just raised his eyelids and looked at Lingyao.
There was a scrutiny in the clean eyes.
Seeing that he didn't want it, Lingyao turned around and took a corn cob from the freezer.
There is sweet corn-flavored ice cream in the middle, and the outside is wrapped in soft starchy corn husks.
I changed several of them in a row, but they were all replaced with sweet ice creams.
Lingyao thought he must like sweet food.
Although she didn't know why.
There seemed to be a hint of intolerable irritability on the little boy's face, but it quickly disappeared.
He snatched the ice cream, which had been replaced with a chocolate shell, from Lingyao's hand.
Then he took out some money from the small bag in his milky blue overalls.
There is one dollar and fifty cents.
He took out fifty cents and put it into Lingyao's hand.
Only then did he tear the popsicle in his hand open and sip it in small sips.
No matter how mature he pretends to be, he is just a kid who needs to be pushed if he wants to walk a little further.
It takes a little effort to tear open the plastic bag.
The little face, which still had some baby fat, silently curved up a little and pursed its lips.
Soon it sank again as the bag was torn open.
It looks like a white and soft bun.
However, this cute scene disappeared in a second, and the next second he returned to his serious expression.
Even eating chocolate ice cream requires facial expression management.
Take small sips.
Song Qinghe, who was chatting next to him, glanced at Song Huaian and saw that he was eating ice cream. She looked a little surprised.
I couldn't help but take a closer look at the girl standing next to Song Huaian.
Because the Song family became the first family to earn ten thousand yuan, there were many people in the village who were jealous of them.
At the beginning, Song's mother ate the pastries that had something added to them, which caused Song Huaian to almost not be born.
Later, she suffered a lot before giving birth to Song Huaian.
Therefore, Song Huaian was taught since childhood not to eat things given by others.
Even though she, his aunt, usually gave him food, he would not eat it.
This girl has only been playing with Song Huaian for a short time, and now he is letting him eat the popsicle she handed over?
Could it be because the girl is not very old and they have common topics?
"Little girl, how old are you?"
Song Qinghe suddenly asked Lingyao.
Lingyao looked up at Song Qinghe, her face tense.
Why not ask her something she knows about.
For example, what flavor of ice cream is the best?
What kind of ice cream is the biggest?
She was pulled here to do a mission as soon as she arrived.
How would I know how old the original owner was!
Isn't this making things difficult for her?
So Lingyao hesitated for a second, then blurted out seriously: "Eighteen."
Eighteen years old, the best age for a grown woman.