Chapter 438: Can’t We Help the Rotten Mud Get on the Wall?

Mrs. Song was not used to using forks, but chopsticks were too long to fit into the lunch box, but she did not like using small forks, so Old Song made small chopsticks for her.

It was just a wooden fork, and no one really paid attention to it.

However, a flight attendant who came hurriedly saw it.

His eyes lit up.

He stood in front of Song Yunuan and asked politely: "Um... little classmate, do you have any extra wooden forks?"

Song Yunuan silently took an iron box from her bag, opened it, and found more than a dozen polished wooden forks inside.

This is really a case of searching for iron shoes without any effort.

So the flight attendant called several colleagues who were standing at the door and talking.

Then they were very surprised, but one of the flight attendants was a bit stubborn, so he had to ask Song Yunuan: "Why do you have so many wooden forks? Isn't it better to use chopsticks to eat noodles?"

Song Yunuan: "I can't bear to throw away chopsticks, and I can throw away wooden forks after using them once."

Another person patted him on the back, can he speak?

The girl is here to help someone in need, you are asking for trouble here, aren't you?

Why don't you tell the conductor quickly? He is contacting the next station to see if he can get in touch and send a fork.

So, they put ten wooden forks on a clean plate and told Song Yunuan that they wanted to give her money before leaving. Song Yunuan waved her hand and said, "No need. My grandfather made it in his spare time. Now that it can help him out of a difficult situation, I wonder how happy he will be."

It's not easy to force money, so the conductor came to thank Song Yunuan and told her that Alia liked the wooden forks very much and said that the wooden forks looked like handicrafts.

Song Yunuan took the opportunity to introduce: "...My grandfather is a consultant of Nancheng Handicraft Factory. The straw storage boxes in the factory are all exported. In fact, this wooden fork is a bit rough, but it is fine for temporary use."

The conductor also praised Old Song. When they were about to leave, Song Yunuan called him Uncle Liu. Old Liu called Xiao Nuan directly and said that she should not look for others to buy tickets in the future, but just go to the window to buy them. He said hello to Nanshan Railway Station.

He also asked when Song Yunuan would come back. If it was his train, it didn't matter if she couldn't buy a hard sleeper. She could buy a hard seat first and then get on the train to find him.

Train tickets in this era were also difficult to buy, especially sleeper tickets.

Old Mrs. Song felt that her granddaughter's skill was not something that everyone could learn.

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After dinner, Song Ting and Shi Jinglan chatted for a while. Mother Shi peeled apples for the two of them. There was no worry and worry in her eyes as in the past few days.

Shi Jinglan checked it and found some minor problems, but they were not serious.

It should have been delivered in time.

After one month of treatment, you can return to work.

Song Ting asked Shi Jinglan about the people who stood behind her at the time.

Shi Jinglan said worriedly: "Tingting, forget it. These people have a very good relationship. Not only can you not ask anything, but they will also mock you in return. I have no evidence. I just felt dazed at the time, and I am not sure if someone is pushing me behind my back. After such a long time, I am even more uncertain."

Song Ting: "... I may not find them, but you can go back to work in half a month. I have to talk to the teacher and tell her, and Liu Xia who lives in my dormitory, let her move out. In half a month, we will still live in the same dormitory."

Song Ting left the experimental base and stood at the gate. Seeing that Mr. Ji was looking at her with a smile, he said with relief: "That's right. If you are always so distant with us, your sister and I will feel bad. You have to learn from Xiao Nuan, do you hear me?"

Song Ting smiled.

For some reason, after she sent Jinglan to her second uncle, she felt as if she had accomplished something very great.

She carefully recalled her mentality and expression when she talked to Jinglan about this matter several times before.

Maybe she didn't have confidence, and the sensitive Jinglan didn't believe it.

Until she called her second uncle before, and the second uncle said that he could go to Shi's house to treat Jinglan.

She suddenly became confident.

Of course, Xiaonuan was coming.

It seemed that she had confidence all of a sudden!

But at the same time, Song Ting was ashamed.

She was an aunt and an elder, and she should have taken care of Xiaonuan, but now she asked Xiaonuan to take care of her everywhere.

If she had known this, why would she bother her to come once?

It would be better to take her to the song and dance troupe to see her living and working environment last time.

Maybe Xiaonuan can really help her get out of the predicament.

Song Ting smiled on her face, but she didn't feel good at all.

She felt that she was a waste, a waste that dragged her down everywhere.

Not only could she not help Xiaonuan in anything, but she also made Xiaonuan run around for her.

In my mother's words: mud can't be helped.

However, Song Ting had some estrangement with Mr. Ji and was reserved when getting along with him, but now they became close all of a sudden.

She also told Mr. Ji that when the May Day performance came, she would get a few more tickets so that Sister Xinyi and Xiao Di could come to watch the performance.

Looking at her leaving back, Mr. Ji nodded.

Fortunately, she was not so reserved anymore.

It was also an improvement.

Song Ting did not return to Haitanghua Hutong, but rode her bicycle to the song and dance troupe.

First, she found Zhu Man and told her that she had sent Jinglan to her second uncle.

Now that the medicine has been used, she will be able to recover and go to work in half a month.

Zhu Man was also very happy.

Looking at Song Ting who seemed a little different, he said to her: "Then... Liu Xia in the dormitory, how are you going to deal with it?"

Song Ting said: "I'm too weak and I can't learn to say no. I'll go find her now and ask her to move out."

Zhu Man thought about it and asked tentatively: "Then won't you have conflicts again?"

Song Ting: "I'll try my best to deal with it. And there are conflicts already, so this one won't be a big deal."

Zhu Man hid the surprise in her heart. Song Ting was very good like this, and her attitude towards her was surprisingly close.

Zhu Man was very happy.

Song Ting returned to the dormitory.

Liu Xia frowned when she saw her come back, but didn't talk to her.

Song Ting clenched her hands and took several deep breaths. She thought about Xiao Nuan's expression when she talked to people, so she finally said: "Liu Xia, I sent Jing Lan to my second uncle for treatment today. My second uncle said that Jing Lan will be able to come back to work in half a month. This was originally her bed. You pack up your things and move out."

Liu Xia looked at Song Ting in disbelief, who seemed to have changed.

After a long while, she managed to utter a sentence: "Do you know what you are saying?"

In fact, Song Ting was very nervous at this time, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

She had never dealt with a matter like this since she was a child.

But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. She suppressed her nervousness, clenched her hands tightly, and said in a sullen voice: "You came here uninvited, and now Shi Jinglan's name is still on the list of roommates in the dormitory.

I told you that Jinglan would come back, but you said that Jinglan would not come back. Even if she came back, she would be transferred to logistics.

I didn't take her to see a doctor at that time, so I was not sure.

My second uncle's medical skills are very good, you should also know this. After the diagnosis, my second uncle said that there is no problem, then there is absolutely no problem.

So you can move out now, I can help you pack your things, anyway, your original bed is empty, if you don't agree, then I will take the diagnosis to the head of the group."