1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 91 Is Spring Coming?
On February 15th in Beijing, the New Year was approaching and the sky was bright and beautiful.

In Beitaipingzhuang, in a small shabby house in the southeast corner of a large courtyard.

A pair of hands with dense calluses and a few chilblains appeared before my eyes. The finger bones were long and slender. They were probably a woman's hands, holding an old enamel basin.

Shang Cui walked from outside to the room and pushed open the door. Suddenly, a chill blew in from outside, along with a dazzling light, causing the sleeping girl on the bed to turn over.

"Clap."

The door was closed, and the little heat left in the room was preserved.

The light in the room was rather dim, and the windows, which had several broken panes of glass, were pasted with thin paper, barely covering the gaps.

Shang Cui put the basin on the table and looked down at the second-hand enamel basin that she had bought for two cents. The enamel on the edge had already fallen off, revealing the corroded yellow-brown rust inside. A mandarin duck was painted on the bottom of the basin, and the words "harmony and happiness" were written around it.

She sighed softly. After arriving in Beijing last December, she and her daughter had been searching for her husband all over the city, but now they had basically given up hope.

Until now, she had only one idea in her mind, which was to survive in the capital and work hard to make her life better.

She still worked in that small restaurant, not only washing dishes, but also cleaning, delivering meals and other tasks. The boss's wife paid her 15 yuan a month and also provided meals.

It's neither high nor low. After deducting fixed expenses like rent, food, and coal for heating, there is still several dollars left every month.

Now, she had nearly twenty yuan in her hands, including her salary, the fifteen yuan lent to her by Comrade Xiao Cheng, and some coupons given to her before she left for Jiangcheng to revise the manuscript last month.

Today is New Year's Eve, a big day of the year.

It is also extremely important in the rural areas of southern Xinjiang.

Shang Cui planned to use the money to buy some meat and dumpling skins to make dumplings. If there were still candies on sale, she would buy some. Of course, the most important thing was to buy her daughter some new clothes.

During the Chinese New Year, people wear new clothes instead of old ones, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

Especially children.

Thinking of this, Shang Cui came back to her senses and looked at her daughter who was curled up in the bed, wrapped in the quilt like a big dumpling. She couldn't help laughing, "Weiwei, get up. Mommy will take you out to buy new clothes today, okay?"

"Yeah~Okay! I want new clothes."

The little girl on the bed rubbed her eyes and sat up. Her soft hair fell on both sides. Due to malnutrition, her hair was black with a hint of yellow. Her soft voice still carried a hint of sleepiness as she hummed.

However, when she heard about the new clothes, a smile immediately appeared on the little girl's face.

Shang Cui didn't care about her dressing. Her daughter had dressed herself since she was young. She was a very sensible and easy-to-care-for child.

She picked up the thermos wrapped in green low-quality plastic and poured the hot water that she had boiled last night on the coal stove into the basin.

"Wow~"

The hot water slowly flowed down the bottle mouth, and in an instant it was as if the hot water touched dry ice. White hot steam slowly rose from the bottom of the basin. After just standing there for a while, Shang Cui felt a burst of warm air hitting her face, making her dry face moist.

The weather in Beijing is very dry, much drier than in southern Xinjiang.

This caused Shang Cui and her daughter to feel some physical discomfort. Their faces became dry and it hurt a lot when touched.

Shang Cui took the handkerchief from the wooden hook on the wall and threw it into the water. She soaked her chilblained hands in the boiling hot water for a while. She felt both pain and itchiness at the same time, as if ants were gnawing at her bones.

The more this happened, the more Shang Cui gritted her teeth and soaked her hands for a while. After soaking, her palms were red. At this time, her daughter Song Zhiwei had already put on her shoes and socks and climbed up.

After they washed their faces, Shang Cui took her daughter out.

The weather in Beijing is very good today. The sun is shining brightly, and the sunlight shines into the eyes, turning the brown pupils into golden yellow.

There was no strong wind on the street, and no yellow dust, which was very comfortable. Maybe it was because it was New Year's Eve? At the tailor shop, I bought a red cotton coat for children. It was red, clean, and looked very festive.

Shang Cui changed the clothes for her child directly. When she was passing by a small bookstore with her daughter, she saw dozens of young people queuing up to buy books.

She suddenly remembered something, "Has the book Fangcao written by Comrade Xiao Cheng been published yet?"

Thinking of this, she and her daughter lined up in the crowd and waited for more than ten minutes. When it was her turn, she asked, "Comrade clerk, do you have a book called Fangcao..."

Shang Cui looked a little reserved. She noticed that everyone around her was well-dressed and beautiful, even the shop assistants were clean and fair.

But she is just a farmer, or an unemployed migrant worker.

"Comrade, you are here to buy some fragrant herbs too. You have come just in time. There are just a few copies left. Take a look. They just arrived this afternoon. They are 1.20 yuan a copy. You may not know that this book is very popular now."

The clerk was a lady in her thirties. She kindly took out a red-covered Fangcao New Year special issue and handed it over.

Her words made Shang Cui feel relieved, but when she heard that it was 1.2 yuan, she felt reluctant to spend it. 1.2 yuan! It was enough to buy food for more than a week.

At this time, the people in line behind me urged: "Sister, are you going to sell it or not? We are still waiting."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Shang Cui quickly apologized, and finally gritted her teeth and decided to buy the book. To some extent, this book recorded her youth.

After buying the books, I took my daughter home.

After lunch, Shang Cui went to the restaurant as usual.

Just came in and was about to wash the dishes.

The lady boss called her over, stuffed a red envelope in her hand and said, "Sister, it's not easy for you either. This is a little gift money. It's Chinese New Year. Take a good rest after noon today."

"No, no! I can't have this!"

Shang Cui was flattered and reached out to hold the proprietress's hand and push it back.

For her, the person she is most grateful to, besides Comrade Xiao Cheng, is the proprietress.

"Take it. It's just a token of my appreciation. It's not easy for you to raise a child alone."

The proprietress shook her head and said, Shang Cui saw this and did not refuse and accepted it silently.

The lady boss handed over a lunch box and said, "By the way, sister, there is a guest's lunch that you need to deliver to the teachers' dormitory of Beijing Normal University."

"I know, sister."

Shang Cui took it and went to the address given by the proprietress. It was a teacher named Jiang in the dormitory of Beijing Normal University.

The dormitory building was very lively. Downstairs, children were setting off firecrackers and a stick of incense, which made a popping sound.

Shang Cuixin wondered whether she should buy something for Weiwei to play with, as she felt it would be boring to be alone at home.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up. My daughter is very timid and would be scared.

Go upstairs.

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