Chapter 191: Friendship (7)

(7) Happy Sunday

The history teacher of the high school was about to leave the education department halfway through, and when she left, she came to the dormitory to say goodbye to us, and she said that she found that the girls in our class were all "trinity" (three groups are inseparable), and she thought it was good to maintain this three-legged state and encourage each other to be admitted to a more ideal university.

As soon as she said it, the "trinity" of my class collapsed one after another. In the end, only me and Liangjie and Wei Lin were left. At that time, the pocket money given by the three of us was 10 yuan, and we took 5 yuan each, and ate from Pulp Wash Street to Chunxi Road, all of which were one dime and two cents to buy one tael or two taels of cold noodles, roasted wheat, red oil dumplings, chicken soup and hand, sweet water, Lai Tangyuan, and Ye'er Ba...... There are also spiced duck webpers that are nibbled along the way. We strolled from sunrise to sunset, looking forward to such a blissful Sunday every month.

It just so happened that we all went back to our alma mater to study at university, and when those snacks rose to three cents and five cents, our pocket money also rose to 30 or 50 yuan, but some of our classmates came from Guangdong, and their monthly pocket money was 7 or 800 yuan. Shen Liangjie, who studied Yi language, had a good voice and became the head of the department's literature and art, and Wei Lin, who studied Tibetan, was busy fighting for the exchange of international student quotas with foreign Tibetan language colleges. In this way, from the beginning of our sophomore year, we will never have that happy Sunday again.

When my son was four years old, I took him to relive a happy Sunday, and the snacks in Beijing were like pig food, and a bowl of noodles with mixed sauce filled the stomach. The dim sum in the cake house is delicious and exquisite, but it costs a lot of money, and the boy Bei, who has already listened to me read the story of the Golden Doll series, quit and asks to give him his share of the money, and he just needs to taste mine.

After I read the 200,000-word financial fairy tale "Puppy Money Money" four times, Bei Xiaozi asked to read it for the fifth time, and I asked Mr. Bei to read it as soon as I felt like vomiting, and Mr. Bei read a few pages and finished reading it himself, and no longer bothered with him. And after I read it for the fifth time, Bei Boy even asked for 20 yuan for his favorite McDonald's and KFC packages, and he went to eat Chengdu snacks of 5 or 6 yuan, and saved the remaining 10 yuan by himself.

Think about it, if my classmates who had 7 or 800 yuan a month pocket money in the 80s had the common sense of financial management, why would they still ask me to borrow money more than ten years after graduating from college?