To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

In the afternoon, Song Lingshu tidied up her cubicle for a long time, but found that it was useless. This dilapidated environment, even if it was cleaned every day, could not conceal the musty smell and the dirty concrete floor in the house.

She picked up the few elementary school textbooks on the table, which were very old and almost torn apart.

At that time, the primary school system was five years old. She was taken to school by her uncle when she was eight years old, and she stopped studying after five years of schooling.

The reason given by the parents was that the grades were not good, and there was no need to continue studying. But she has to get up early in the morning to make the family's meals, and she has to carry a basket of corn to school, and then carry it to the street to sell after school, and has to come back at night to cook and wash clothes to take care of her younger brother. How can she have time? Going to study and being able to catch up on sleep in class is a blessing.

Soon she will be 15 years old, and the family plans to keep her for another two years, so they will find someone to marry her and get some dowry money back.

Song Lingshu sighed, went to boil water to take a bath, then sat in the courtyard to dry his hair, thinking about the next plan by the way.

Not long after, other people's footsteps were heard in the yard. She opened her eyes and saw Zhao Jiajia's biological mother, dressed in shabby clothes, with a flexible body, she went up to the second floor in two or three steps, and shouted at the door: "Jia Jia Jia, I heard that you smashed things again today? You can’t do this, there is nothing to smash at home, do you want us to live together!”

There was no movement inside, and in a fit of anger, she began to slam the door crazily, scolding her for being heartless, and sat down at the door: "If I knew you were raised like this, I shouldn't have changed you back. How nice is Xiaoqin , can help with any job, unlike you, who can only smash things. Oh, I am so mad, why did I give birth to such a wicked person like you, you are here to collect debts!"

Now that the door opened, Zhao Jiajia looked coldly at the man on the ground, "Did I beg you to give birth to me? Why didn't you strangle me to death when I was born? Maybe I would still be grateful to you." .”

"Zhao Jiajia, why are you talking to me! I'm your mother!"

People upstairs stuck their heads out to watch the excitement, and while persuading the mother and daughter to communicate well, they said eccentrically that Jiajia came back from the city after all, but it was different.

Zhao Jiajia stepped past her, went downstairs without looking back, and strode out of the courtyard.

There were not many people on the street, Zhao Jiajia wandered aimlessly, and finally came to a river, stood for a while, looked back at this follower, and said displeasedly: "What are you following me for?"

"You are, you are my boss... Boss, of course, I will follow you." Song Lingshu said confidently.

"Wait." Zhao Jiajia took off the earphones, "What did you just say?"

Song Lingshu: "..."

Hey, do you know that I am tired of talking now!

She didn't speak anymore, but stepped forward, looked at the Walkman in her hand, and asked, "Whose... song are you listening to?"

"You don't even know me after I told you." Zhao Jiajia gave her a cold look, walked to sit on the big rock next to her, listened to the song quietly, and looked at the calm lake water, not knowing what she was thinking.

Song Lingshu walked over, sat down beside her, and approached her slowly.

Zhao Jiajia recovered from her own thoughts, turned to look at her, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"I'll just listen, listen..." Song Lingshu pointed to her earphones and laughed, "I can tell, I can tell, it belongs to Liu, Andy Lau."

"You know him?" Zhao Jiajia asked.

"Well, I like his clumsy..."

"Stupid Kid"

"right."

Zhao Jiajia didn't speak any more, turned his head and continued to look at the lake, and suddenly asked, "Tell me, what would it feel like to jump into this water?"

Song Lingshu knew that she was going to be depressed, and said seriously, "Yo yo..."

"Chuck trouble?"

"It's a terrible feeling!"

"..." Zhao Jiajia said irritably, "You talk so hard, why do you keep talking? Don't you feel tired?"

"Although I stutter, I talk a lot." Song Lingshu said.

"Really?" Zhao Jiajia said distantly, "You haven't said anything in the past few days, just like a driven donkey, you only work and don't say a word."

"I don't want to talk to him or them. I just want to tell you that you, you and them... are different." Song Lingshu said.

"What's the difference?" Zhao Jiajia sneered, "Is it because I'm from the city and I'm different from you, so everyone came to see me laughing? Seeing that I can't cook, they laughed at me behind my back because my limbs are not healthy and I was raised. Obsolete?"

The girls here can almost cook since they were young, and they are responsible for the family's food, so a cute girl who suddenly appears will indeed become the center of the topic.

Song Lingshu shook his head: "No, no, because you, you will...enjoy happiness in the future. The value of life is not measured by... cooking."

Zhao Jiajia glanced at her unexpectedly and asked, "What's your name?"

"Yu, Yu... Zhao Di."

Zhao Jiajia sneered: "It's really ugly."

"right!"

Zhao Jiajia stood up, picked up the gravel on the ground, threw it into the air, and fell into the water with a plop.

"What is the meaning of these days? What do you think is the meaning of our existence? Why do people live?" Zhao Jiajia asked.

Song Lingshu asked: "Are you hungry, are you hungry?"

Zhao Jiajia: "..."

I talk to you about philosophy, you talk to me about life?

"Forget it, you don't understand anything, what's there to talk about." Zhao Jiajia turned around and walked back, completely forgetting that she had planned to throw herself into the lake just now. It's ridiculous to think about it. She actually wanted to use this kind of behavior to make her raise her. Parents took her away.

"Don't, don't fall into the water, I won't, save you." Song Lingshu watched her walking along the river, and reminded.

Zhao Jiajia turned her head and glared at her, she waved her hand: "I don't know how to water."

The two walked one after another. Song Lingshu saw a small vegetable field in his home, went up to pick some beans and eggplants, and when he raised his head again, he found that the other party had disappeared.

She ran back quickly with the vegetables, and as soon as she entered the yard, she saw several people sitting in the yard comforting Zhao Jiajia's mother.

She took a look at the sky, and started to prepare dinner. There were still some potatoes at home, so she fried a dish of ground delicacies, and hot and sour potato shreds. Then she used a large bowl, took some away, and brought them upstairs.

"Yu Zhaodi, you secretly gave food to others again!" Yu Gui ran out and pointed at her and shouted, "Be careful, I'll tell my parents at night!"

"A little bit." Song Lingshu walked to the second floor, saw that the door was open, walked in carefully, and shouted, "Boss, boss, it's time to eat."

Zhao Jiajia opened the door of the bedroom with a gloomy face, leaned against the door, and asked coldly, "Why are you here again? Go back quickly."

"Ground three, three delicacies, they are delicious, and... are nutritious."

"Are you afraid that you haven't eaten something nutritious?" Zhao Jiajia sneered, and then looked at her thin body, remembering that she might really have never eaten, rolled her eyes helplessly, and took her bowl, closed the door, came to the small table in the living room and began to eat.

After a while, Zhao Jiajia raised his head, and suddenly found that the other party was staring at him, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"You, here is... what?" Song Lingshu pointed to a round scar on her arm, which was still red and looked like a fresh injury.

"It's nothing." Zhao Jiajia covered the scar, then put it down indifferently, "Just mind your own business."

"I know what Tao is."

Zhao Jiajia raised his eyebrows and asked maliciously, "What is it?"

"It's Shou, Shou Gongsha."

"...?"

"Wow, woof woof..."

"What is the dog barking all of a sudden?"

"Uncle Wang's TV shows a god... The Legend of Condor Heroes, Xiao, Xiaolongnv... have this."

"Oh, forget it, ignorant guy, forget it if you don't know." Zhao Jiajia ignored her.

Song Lingshu sighed in her heart, she was just fooling her just now, how could she not know what kind of scar it was, burning the skin with burning cigarettes would hurt, but it could relieve the pain in her heart.

Zhao Jiajia was eating, and suddenly her hand was held by the other party, and she raised her head suspiciously.

"Boss, boss, don't worry, I... will treat you well in the future." Song Lingshu solemnly promised.

"Crazy you, what do I have to do with you? Use you to treat me well?" Zhao Jiajia withdrew his hand, put the bowls and chopsticks away, took out a dollar from his pocket, and put it on the table, "Isn't it just because you want mine?" Money? Take it, today’s meal money.”

Song Lingshu looked at the one dollar, and was a little moved in his heart.

After all, a dollar at this time is still very valuable, especially for children, it is a huge pocket money. But she also knew that Zhao Jiajia was no longer Miss Qianjin. When her adoptive parents sent her back, they gave her 500 yuan for the sake of old love, but they also made a promise that they would never visit her again. .

Zhao Jiajia's money will be squandered during this period, and then she will be completely reduced to a pauper like her, enduring an unacceptable life and living a life of despair.

Song Lingshu thought about it, rather than letting the money go to waste, it would be better to let it go to her, so he kept the one dollar.

Seeing this, Zhao Jiajia sneered, but on the contrary, he felt more at ease, and his request became more justified. He took out another dollar and said, "Make soup tomorrow."

Song Lingshu raised two yuan happily and said, "No."

Zhao Jiajia's expression turned serious: "You refused the request after taking the money?"

"No, don't you want anything else?"

"..." Zhao Jiajia rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Anything else, as long as it's delicious."

"good."

"Let's go back."

"of."

Zhao Jiajia was speechless: "Do you want to break up two words?"

"Comparison, comparison... saves effort." Song Lingshu rubbed her hands shyly, "This is the first time in my life that I stutter, please forgive me."

Zhao Jiajia: "..."

Song Lingshu heard the voice of her parents coming back from downstairs, and slipped home with her finished rice bowl.

The parents sat in the living room full of worries, and turned a deaf ear to what Yu Gui said, because they had even worse news, that is, the company was going to be reformed and his father was laid off.

My mother didn't have a serious job. She helped the leader of a factory clean up the vegetable garden. As a result, the leader was also laid off, and she had nowhere to go.

Both of them had no other skills or outlets, and they were about to have no source of income. After hearing Yu Gui say that her sister took the food for others to eat, the mother suddenly became furious, picked up the broom and began to curse: " Yu Zhaodi, where did you come from, a white-eyed wolf?! Did my mother give birth to you and raise you so that you could give others alms? Others wear flowery clothes and eat high-quality rice, and you still give her food? We all have to eat I can't afford to eat, this family is ruined, do you know that?!"

Song Lingshu brought out the food and said, "I left it for you, you guys, hurry up and eat it."

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me!" The mother swung the broom and rushed over to beat her.

Song Lingshu nimbly ran to the yard, his mother chased and scolded, and everyone upstairs came out to watch the fun.

When Zhao Jiajia heard the movement, she didn't want to pay attention to the building, but her name was mentioned in a loud voice, so she had to go out to have a look.

When the people in the corridor saw her coming out, they secretly pointed at her and muttered.

She looked over slowly, her eyes were colder than the snow, and the women quickly fell silent, and then someone whispered: "She is not from our place at all, just watch, she will sooner or later gotta get out of here."

Zhao Jiajia looked down at the mother and daughter running around in the yard, as well as the silent father and the youngest son applauding, and couldn't help frowning.

"You first, listen to me first!" Song Lingshu was too lazy to run away, and grabbed the broom in her hand.

Mother wanted to raise her hand to slap her, but was held down by the other party. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free. She couldn't help but looked at her in surprise, but the other party's effortless expression made her doubt herself for a moment. Is not old.

Song Lingshu began to stumble and explain: "The thing is, it is like this, she, she is, is my boss...I give her a bowl, what's the matter with the rice? I wash and cook for you every day. Maid..."

"What's this called? I've raised you for so many years. Washing and cooking are not what you should—"

"Be patient, be patient. Listen to me and finish." Song Lingshu covered her mouth.

"Hmmmm?"

"I do so much work every day and every day, so I have to eat more. I just, I just gave my boss a little bit of the food that belongs to me, me... Is there a problem?"

"What do you mean it's only a little bit even?"

"This, this, this is stuttering here, not a quantifier."

"...Oh!" Mother broke away from her hand, and was about to make a move, but she stretched out her hand to stop her.

"I'm still, I haven't finished talking." Song Lingshu said, "She, she is a little girl... newcomer, no, no, not used to life here, our neighbors, neighbors, help me Busy, isn’t it, is it, should it be? As the saying goes, it’s better to be close, close, close…”

"Near neighbor." Seeing that she was struggling to speak, her mother answered subconsciously.

"Yes, that's...that's what it means!" Song Lingshu gave her a thumbs up.

"..."

The people watching the excitement upstairs and downstairs were dumbfounded, and someone muttered: "What happened to Zhaodi today? How can she be so chatty?"

When Zhao Jiajia heard the sound, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he thought that this little stutter was not simple, not only good at chattering, but also poor in mouth.

"It's all gone, it's gone." Father Yu stood up and waved at this moment, telling everyone to stop watching, and then dragged his wife back to the house.

The neighbors in the neighborhood went back to their respective houses in a very face-saving way. Only Zhao Jiajia stayed in the corridor because she didn't want to stay in the same space as her biological mother.

"Jiajia, would you rather eat the meal made by that stutterer than the one made by your mother? Do you still have my mother in your heart?"

Zhao Jiajia sneered, turned and went downstairs, just in time to hear the Yu family members insulting Yu Zhaodi and telling her to get out of the house.

As soon as she walked into the yard, she heard the sound of the door behind her. When she looked back, she saw that girl came out on her own initiative, as if she was about to run away from home.

Zhao Jiajia turned around and left. After a while, she looked back at the follower and asked, "Why are you following me again?"

Song Lingshu: "Boss, where are you going..."

Zhao Jiajia: "What's none of your business?"

Song Lingshu: "I'll go wherever."

"..." Zhao Jiajia felt a headache, and continued to walk forward for a while, stopped, and raised his head to look at the sky, "Don't **** follow me."

Song Lingshu walked to her side: "My mother didn't, didn't follow you, it's just me, me... alone."

Zhao Jiajia rubbed his temples, and asked viciously, "I'm going to die, do you want to go with me too?"

"Well, my life is yours, and my death is your ghost." Song Lingshu said shyly.

"Are you stupid?" Zhao Jiajia asked, poking her head, "Don't you understand human language?"

Song Lingshu: "Difficult, don't tell me you... aren't you human?"

"Ahhh!" Zhao Jiajia hugged his head in despair, turned around and kicked on a tree by the side of the road, "What the **** is this called!"

Song Lingshu squatted down, straightened her overturned skirt, and said, "Small, be careful, you, your pink, pink panties... came out."

Zhao Jiajia: "......"

Thanks, I want to die even more now.

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