Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 657 Young Man Admires 2

Huang Xiaofang was also stunned when she saw the person coming. The words in her mouth immediately choked in her throat. She didn't even hear Zhang Dingrui's timid response next to her.

The strange woman in front of me was wearing a snow-white turtleneck sweater, a color that no one in the village dared to wear. She looked extremely beautiful in it, like a proud, lonely and cold white swan. She was wearing a beige wool coat on the outside that looked so expensive that it made her mouth water.

Although her long hair was just loose, it was smooth and straight, black and thick, like the wigs displayed in a barber shop.

And the look in her eyes.

That look was completely different from theirs.

Huang Xiaofang couldn't help but lower her voice, and subconsciously spoke in Mandarin, which she wasn't very fluent in: "Who are you looking for?"

Lingyao already roughly understood why the villagers had been talking about the situation of Zhang Dingyu and his brother along the way.

She glanced at Huang Xiaofang coldly, and her tone couldn't help but become condescending, and she took back the politeness that she had just used to coax herself in the car.

"I'm looking for Zhang Dingyu, where are the others?"

Huang Xiaofang felt a little guilty about the other party's domineering tone. The tone of this woman's voice was very similar to those of officials.

But this is her home, even the officials can't do anything to her, so how can she be afraid of her!

Comforting herself like this, Huang Xiaofang snorted, "Who are you? What do you want from Zhang Dingyu?"

Lingyao turned the words around in her mouth, tapped the air with her fingers in her coat pocket twice, looked at Xiao Huangfang and said, "I'm his teacher, and I'm here for a home visit today."

Huang Xiaofang has never met Zhang Dingyu's teacher and has never attended parent-teacher meetings. However, she has attended parent-teacher meetings for her own child, and teachers in the county don't have such meetings.

Besides, "Why did your teacher look for him? He said he would not study after graduating from the third year of junior high school. He called several times before, why did he come to your house again today?"

There was impatience in Huang Xiaofang's tone.

Not only does the younger one help her with housework, but the older one is not allowed to study. This family is really something.

Lingyao said coldly: "Why doesn't he study at his age?"

"Go out and work. The son of the Wang family next door didn't even finish his second year of junior high school before he went out to work. Our family supported him until his third year of junior high school. That's good enough."

Zhang Dingrui, who had been shelling beans silently, suddenly spoke up like an invisible man.

"That's the money I earned for my tuition! I'm number one in the school, and my teacher said he'll definitely be admitted to university, but you guys won't let him go!"

The child threw the beans in his hand, stood up from the stool, clenched his hands into two small fists, as if he was holding it in very hard, and his eyes turned red after he shouted.

Huang Xiaofang, who was standing, glared at him and cursed, "What do you know, you little ungrateful bastard? I have raised your brother for more than ten years, but it's not enough. I have to raise him for his whole life. If you don't go out to work and earn money, what will you eat and drink? You are a little ungrateful bastard and your brother is a big ungrateful bastard!"

When Zhang Dingrui heard Huang Xiaofang scolding his brother, he was so angry that his neck turned red. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to refute. He just bit his lips, stared with his eyes, and tensed his whole body to express his dissatisfaction and hatred.

Huang Xiaofang was so enraged by Zhang Dingrui's rare resistance that she forgot there was a stranger standing next to her. She bent down, put the child in her arms on the ground, turned around and grabbed Zhang Dingrui's ear.

Zhang Dingrui closed his eyes tightly, bit his lips in fear, and was unwilling to make any sound to surrender.

However, he still heard the scream in his ears.

“Ouch, it hurts, it hurts…”

The pain in his ear did not appear. Zhang Dingrui opened his eyes carefully and found that the hand that was supposed to be grabbing his ear was strangled by another pair of snow-white fingers.

My aunt, who was originally full of anger, had a distorted face and sweat on her forehead due to the pain.

He blinked, and before he could react, he saw the fairy-like beautiful woman looking at him.

"Go get your brother."

……

The air in the mountains is fresh and simple, and the wind is filled with the smell of soil and leaves.

Zhang Dingyu glanced at the gradually rising sun, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and quickened his movements. He had to finish plowing the field quickly so that he could go home and cook. Otherwise, there would be no lunch for the two brothers today.

It’s not a big deal if he skips a meal, but my younger brother is young and in the growing period. In the past few days, he had leg cramps several times due to lack of nutrition.

"elder brother--"

Zhang Dingyu frowned, wondering if she was fainted by the sun and how she could hear her brother's voice.

However, a figure rushing towards him soon brought him back to his senses. This was not an illusion, it was really Zhang Dingrui.

... Lingyao sat in Zhang's house for nearly an hour, during which time members of the Zhang family were called out one after another by Huang Xiaofang's calls.

Zhang Shuijiang's brother, Zhang Qinghe, Huang Xiaofang's husband, and Huang Xiaofang's eldest daughters, Zhang Wenqin and Zhang Wengang, all sat on the long black wooden chairs in the lobby of the house.

When Zhang Qinghe heard Lingyao say that she came to visit her old friend's two sons on behalf of her father, he fell silent and sat aside.

Zhang Wengang, who is one year younger than Zhang Dingrui, looked at Lingyao with a lustful look in his eyes that was inappropriate for his age. However, after being stared at coldly by Lingyao for a few seconds, he lowered his head and dared not look her in the eye again.

Zhang Wenqin was quite nice to Lingyao. After listening to Lingyao's purpose, she poured Lingyao a cup of hot water, smiled at her, and even greeted the guest: "Sister, Dingrui's work place is not far away, he will be back soon, you should drink some hot tea to warm yourself up first."

Lingyao took the tea but didn't drink it. She just looked at Zhang Wenqin, who was wearing a small red sweater and had two braids, and suddenly said, "Your grades are good?"

Huang Xiaofang, who was still in pain after Lingyao pinched her wrist, hummed proudly when she heard this: "Of course, my Wenqin is in the top three in the school, and she will go to college to eat public food in the future!"

Huang Xiaofang seemed to have found her home court and began to brag about Zhang Wenqin's outstanding performance.

If Wenqin hadn't been particularly good at studying, the second child in the family was a good-for-nothing, and the youngest child was still young, they would not have supported a girl like her to go to school.

After all, Zhang Shuijiang was the first person in the village to graduate from college. He later joined the army and was boasted about for his achievements by the old couple of the Zhang family all his life.

Now the situation has changed. Zhang Shuijiang's son has to drop out of school and work, while his daughter Zhang Qinghe was able to get into university and become successful.

How could Huang Xiaofang not be proud after having listened to her mother-in-law's nagging all her life?

"Really?" Lingyao murmured noncommittally, shaking the tea in her hand, and said lightly, "Why doesn't she go to work? The top students in the class all go to work, and you..."

The family's faces turned pale and then blue. Lingyao's words hurt them and Huang Xiaoqin wanted to get angry, but the pain in her hands made her suppress her anger.

Zhang Wenqin, who had just spoken softly to her, also sat aside and turned her head away and stopped looking at her.

When Zhang Wenqin first saw this woman, she was amazed but also felt a hint of envy in her heart. She dreamed of becoming a woman like her, beautiful and rich, growing up in a luxurious big city, and having endless beautiful clothes to wear.

Hearing that she was the daughter of Zhang Shuijiang's good friend, Zhang Wenqin wanted to get closer to her even more.