The Best Time (3)
âBut this way, I wonât see Teacher Tang anymore. I, I donât want to go...â Her little mouth flattened, and she wanted to cry.
She didnât think anything of it before, but not that she did, she felt that she would be sad if she couldnât meet all the people she was familiar with.
A childâs mood changes quickly. She was looking forward to it every day, but now she didnât want to go anymore.
âThis is a good thing, Xiaoman.â Teacher Tang said, âMany children here donât have the chance to go to school, but Xiaoman has the chance to better places. Your grandma and your uncle like you, isnât this a perfect thing? If you donât go, wouldnât you let them down?â
âBut I... I canât bear to leave Teacher Tang.â
âIf you canât bear it, just think about me in your heart.â
âHuh? This is also possible?â
âWhy wouldnât it?â
Jiang Xiaoman thought about it seriously, and it seemed... that there was nothing wrong with it. Think more, feel more.
There was no shortage of cars now, but the roads were very bad.
It would be nice if the roads could be repaired, Jiang Xing sighed.
Seeing the smoke rising from the kitchen from a distance, Jiang Xing quickened his pace. As soon as he entered the house, he heard Jiang Xiumeiâs cheerful laughter. She was chatting with the old grandma next door across the wall.
âIs what you said really true? If it is, I can die happy.â Jiang Xiumei shouted.
There were the sounds of pans and bowls, scoops and basins as the person next door replied. âItâs true! I just came back from my maternal family, right? The news was already spread in the village that the Hong Xingguo father and son pair were arrested. It was said that they gathered people to gamble. They have to stay locked up for ten days to a month and also got a fine. Tsk tsk, they must be suffering.â
âAs they should!â Jiang Xiumei let out a sigh of disgust and finally felt comfortable.
During New Yearsâ, everyone was idle and had nothing to do. Some people play mahjong, play cards, or play other stuff on a small scale. It was okay, and no one cared about it.
But gathering crowds to gamble... The amount must be big. Anyone who got hooked on gambling, sooner or later they would lose everything. Even a mountain of silver and gold would disappear.
There was no money in Hong Xingguoâs house, so Jiang Xiumei knew precisely where the gambling funds came from.
She was initially distraught and felt that they shouldnât have given them money. But now they dug their own grave and got themselves into prison, and she felt thrilled.
After Jiang Xing put Jiang Xiaoman down, he shouted to the kitchen. âMom, Xiaoman, and I are back; when are we eating?â
âAh soon, wait a minute.â
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