Chapter 87: Warm Relationship Between Father and Son
The older you get, the harder it is to control yourself. You won't make real efforts and will only blame others.
I spent the whole afternoon at the car wash helping Aunt Liu and her family wash their car, and then I helped Brother Xiao Dong repair a car.
In just a few months, Uncle Zhang was completely different from when he worked at the car wash.
Zhao Qishui said, "It's okay. I'll come back to eat it tonight. Anyway, the longer you stew it, the better. By the way, give me your phone number. I'll ask your Aunt Liu to buy more than just beef bones. See if there's any oxtail. I heard that it's good for nourishing..."
Since he couldn't wash the car, he did odd jobs, but Uncle Zhang knew that he couldn't do any work, but he had to force himself not to let Zhao Qishui pay him for nothing.
Uncle Zhang was grateful that He Shu wanted to help, but he knew his son.
"Is the address that brother gave you real?" He Shu asked.
He just didn't treat He Shu as a child who had just reached adulthood. Because He Shu was too stable, he unconsciously treated He Shu as an adult.
"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I want to visit Teacher Li tomorrow, and then go to the cemetery."
But Uncle Zhang’s waist is now injured and he can’t do heavy work. He was even hospitalized for a while ago and has no money at all.
In fact, it’s not that there aren’t good girls who are willing to suffer with a man , but he likes vain people, and he himself is such a person.
"Uncle Zhang, it's not good for you to be ignorant of everything. When I get back, I'll secretly go to the address he left and take a look. At least you have to know what he's doing in Dadu."
It turned out that they had known about Uncle Zhang's scavenging for a long time, but they were powerless to help even though they wanted to.
He Shu carefully applied the hair dye to Zhao Qishui's hair. In order to avoid it getting on his scalp, he was very careful throughout the process as if he was handling something dangerous.
"What's the matter?"
I don’t know what level a son has to go to for a father to make such an evaluation.
Zhao Qishui wanted him to go out and play, so he finally got a vacation and started working in the store, but He Shu had nowhere to go.
Zhao Qishui was not angry after hearing this. He smiled and said that he was wrong.
He Shu nodded: "I went there once."
“…”
Zhao Qishui said this, and when Aunt Liu heard it, she didn't care whether Zhao Qishui was the boss or not, and complained to him.
Every job I held did not last more than half a year, because I either complained about the boss or the working environment.
Zhao Qishui smiled and said, "Haha, you'll get familiar with it after a few visits. Who else is in your grandfather's family?"
After waiting for the store to close at night, He Shu and Zhao Qishui went home, took out the hair dye they had bought, and the two of them studied hair dyeing at home.
"I haven't gained any weight after all this walking. Don't be reluctant to eat at school."
I didn't ask much about He Shu's grandfather's family affairs and changed the subject.
"It's good, but I'm not familiar with it and I'm not used to it."
Fortunately, He Shu now recognizes Zhao Qishui as his godfather, and the two of them can rely on each other.
He Shu said goodbye to Uncle Zhang, returned to the car wash, and told his godfather and Aunt Liu about what he had seen Uncle Zhang.
"Besides my aunt, there is also an uncle and an aunt." He Shu lowered his head and rubbed the dye off his fingers, not wanting to say more.
Zhao Qishui looked at He Shu and felt something. He knew that this kid liked to keep things secret.
He would call every month to ask Uncle Zhang to send him money. If he didn't, he would act pitiful and say that he hadn't eaten for several days and would be forced to sleep on the street if he couldn't pay the rent.
He Shu felt helpless. What a big pot? Every time he was fed by his aunt and godfather, he would not let go until he was so full that he could not walk.
The whole person has lost all energy and spirit.
After rinsing it off, Zhao Qishui looked up. His dark hair made him look a lot younger.
Now, Zhang Qiang ran to Dadu, saying that he had a friend there who could help him make a lot of money, but he did not make any money and instead squandered all the money he brought.
Uncle Zhang sighed heavily: "If he had listened to me, he would have been successful a long time ago."
"Since your uncle Zhang doesn't allow you to take care of Zhang Qiang's affairs, then don't go."
Uncle Zhang was afraid that he would really starve to death, so he could only satisfy him again and again.
"How can you let Xiaoshu take care of it? How old is Lao Zhang's son? Don't let Xiaoshu be corrupted. You are not a good godfather at all."
Uncle Zhang said that he spoiled his child because he couldn't endure hardship or grievance. His wife passed away early and he only had one son, so he was spoiled when he was young.
"Your hair has grown too long and I can't cut it well. Godfather, if you have nothing to do tomorrow, go get a haircut." He Shu instructed while packing his things.
Zhao Qishui smiled at the mirror and parted her hair in the middle: "You're cutting it right after dyeing it? Let me let it hang out for a few days."
He Shu couldn't stop him, nor was he able to change the status quo. Just like his godfather, he also wanted to help Uncle Zhang and let Uncle Zhang go back to the store.
"Xiao Shu, go back and study hard. Don't worry about Zhang Qiang's affairs. If he could get better, he would have gotten better long ago."
He tried his best to meet his son's demands, but as he grew up, he asked for more and more, and Uncle Zhang could no longer provide for him.
After dyeing the hair, it would take a while before washing. He Shu also moved a stool and sat next to it, and the two of them chatted.
He Shu hummed, without raising his head, and said while dyeing his hair: "I'm not fat, but I'm stronger. Our school has a lot of exercise."
"Have you been to your grandfather's house?" Zhao Qishui thought of this. He Shu still had his grandfather in Dadu.
"Father, I have something to do tomorrow."
Zhao Qishui looked at He Shu in the mirror with a smile on his face.
When the time came, He Shu helped Zhao Qi wash his hair. He asked him to sit and bend over, and he rinsed it carefully twice with the shower head, then applied shampoo and rubbed foam all over his head.
Complaining that his parents are not rich and complaining that the girls he pursues are materialistic.
"I'm not afraid of him tossing and turning. When I die, he will have no one to rely on. Maybe he will be stronger than he is now."
"Will this thing burn your hands? Just get a pair of gloves."
As the saying goes, help in emergencies but not in poverty. Uncle Zhang is burdened by his son, and it is not something that can be solved by giving him money.
Uncle Zhang shook his head: "I don't know either. He asked me to mail him some clothes once, but I don't know if they are still there."
He looked at He Shu and liked him more and more. Such a good boy, but he had no father or mother.
Uncle Zhang’s son is called Zhang Qiang. He is 32 years old this year and has accomplished nothing.
For fear that the hair dye would get on their clothes, the father and son took off all their clothes except their underwear, put a stool in the bathroom, and let Zhao Qishui sit on it facing the mirror.
"It's not a burn. I bought the good stuff. Godfather, please close your eyes. Don't let it get into your eyes."
Zhao Qishui felt amused. He was treated like a child. However, Zhao Qishui never dared to imagine that there would be a day when he would be taken care of by his son.
"So how are they? Are they good to you?"
He Shu felt really bad when he saw someone coming out of the mall and throwing two bottles into the trash can, and Uncle Zhang bending down to pick them up.
"If he is really working and starting a business, that's fine. If he is just sitting there doing nothing, you might as well ask him to come back and stop giving him money."
"If you exercise a lot, you have to eat more to keep up with your consumption. I'll ask your Aunt Liu to go to the morning market to buy beef bones tomorrow morning, and I'll stew a big pot for you tomorrow."
Although He Shu is a godson and not his biological son, look at Lao Zhang, Lao Liu and others, so what if they are his biological sons?