Qin Hao nodded: "Well, this is my personal championship reward from the Suzhou Sports Bureau. It will take some time to get the reward from the Jiangsu Sports Bureau."

"The No. 1 Middle School is a bit far away. You need a bicycle, but Lin Dongzhe doesn't need one. It will take him another year to graduate. Besides, with his grades, I don't expect him to be admitted to the No. 1 Middle School..."

Before Song Ying could finish her words, Qin Hao interrupted directly: "Aunt Song, the other bicycle ticket is for you, so that you don't have to walk so far to get to and from get off work, and it is also convenient to buy groceries."

As soon as she finished speaking, a layer of mist filled Song Ying's eyes. She held the two bicycle tickets and her lips kept trembling.

"Actually, it's only a few steps to work..."

Lin Wufeng came out of the room, put his arm around Song Ying's shoulders and comforted: "Okay, just take what Haozi gave you. In the future, if you don't use it, you can give it to Lin Dongzhe. If there is smoke from our Lin family's ancestral grave, Lin Dongzhe will be admitted to the first high school."

Where is it?"

"Humph, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave. Dongzhe is also very smart. He can pass the exam with a little effort. Yes, my son will definitely be able to pass the No. 1 Middle School." Song Ying wiped away her tears and used her wet hands again.

He hammered Lin Wufeng's shoulders and wiped his tears on his clothes.

In the dealer's house next door, Huang Ling sat sewing clothes for Zhuang Tunan under the light. Listening to the conversation between Song Ying and Qin Hao in the small courtyard, her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Last year, Zhuang Tunan was admitted to No. 1 Middle School. She wanted to buy a bicycle for her son, but she couldn't get a ticket. Then she had no choice but to exchange the sewing machine her parents gave her as a dowry for a bicycle.

Originally, she wanted to leave the sewing machine to her daughter Zhuang Xiaoting as a dowry.

"Song Ying's life is good, her life is really good." Huang Ling was envious but also sincerely happy for Song Ying.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Zhuang Xiaoting asked cautiously.

Huang Ling quickly wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes and said softly: "It's okay, it's just that my eyes are a little sore from sewing clothes for a long time."

"Is it really okay?"

"It's okay. Go wash up and get ready for bed."

"Oh, Mom, don't stay too late. You have to go to work tomorrow morning."

"good."

…

Turning around, there were two brand new bicycles in the small courtyard, which also attracted the attention of many neighbors in the alley.

"Tsk tsk, Song Ying, you are so generous. You bought two bicycles at once." Aunt Li's eyes were full of envy.

Song Ying straightened her chest and spoke the most humble lines in the most arrogant tone: "The bicycle ticket was awarded to Haozi for winning the championship. You said that we cannot refuse the reward given by the Sports Bureau, and it is not easy to sell it. Then

Isn’t it just speculation? I have no choice but to buy them all back.”

Zhang Amei happened to get off work from the street office. She looked at the two brand new permanent bicycles and her eyes widened. Their family didn't even have an old bicycle. Song Ying bought two new ones at once. What a person.

More infuriating than popular.

When she got home, Zhang Amei took her anger out on Wu Jianguo and complained all over.

"They are all cotton mill workers. Look at what Song Ying's family is living, and what our family is living."

Wu Jianguo was extremely aggrieved and did not dare to reply. If he replied now, Zhang Amei would have ten sentences waiting for him.

Seeing Wu Jianguo's cowardly appearance, Zhang Amei knew that he was definitely unreliable, so she could only place her hopes on her daughter.

"Xiao Min, from now on, you should play more with Hao Zi. Don't always fool around with the Red Soldiers, Xiao Juan and the others. They are a bunch of poor students. What good can you do with them?"

Xiao Min pursed her lips: "Mom, Qin Hao is already in junior high school, and I can't play with him."

Zhang Amei hates the fact that steel cannot be made into steel: "What do you mean we can't play together? How old are you and you still only think about having fun? Why don't you care at all about studying?"

Xiao Min cried loudly after being scolded, and Wu Shanshan and Wu Xiaojun on the side were even more angry and did not dare to express their anger. Wu Jianguo hurriedly hid in the house to avoid harming Chi Yu. It had been so long since Zhang Amei had been married, this was the first time he had seen her scolding his own daughter like this.

"Song Ying, you have killed me."

That night, when Wu Jianguo went to the small courtyard to watch TV, he quietly pulled Lin Wufeng aside to complain.

"Lin Gong, can you tell your Song Ying to stop being so public? If this continues, our family will not be able to survive."
Chapter completed!