"Oh, what's the trouble with this? Classmates, classmates, and everything they do together. That's so close. Boss Xiao Liu is still studying in Jiangda. That's very smart. At first glance, he has money at home. It's amazing, your Xiaoqi is going to marry into a wealthy family."

"Sister Mao, look at what you say, it's all about it, just classmates. You can't talk nonsense when you go out. It makes people laugh. Although our family is poor, we know that we will never stop self-improvement and will not take advantage of others."

"How can this be said nonsense? Xiaoqi's child looks so handsome. As the saying goes, a man chases a woman, a woman chases a man, a woman chases a man, a piece of paper, a classmate again, that's not easy."

"Girls need to be well-educated and reserved, how can they be like that?" Cha Fang frowned, very unhappy. She had great expectations for her daughter and was not inferior to that of a wealthy family.

"Oh, I said to Xiaoqi's mother, what kind of old concept do you have in the age? It's just that I'm not lucky and I haven't had a daughter. Otherwise, I'd have to catch a rich man and come back. Oh, I'll let me live in a big house. I'll have no hope in this life."

Cha Fang went upstairs and went home with all her worries. This was the first time the wife on the first floor spoke so politely. When Xiaoqi was admitted to Jianghai University, she also said that she was so bad, and she felt sour. Her neighbors hadn't seen her so politely to her for so many years.

Some things sound absurd at first glance, but once they are planted, they start to sprout. Cha Fang's always had the idea of ​​cultivating her daughter to be talented, no worse than the daughters of those wealthy families. It's like opening a window. If a daughter marrys a good family, it wouldn't be better, especially if it's so close to home and such a big house, it's really hundreds of square meters. A few floors combined, one thousand square meters, and there's such a large yard. I used to hope that there would be a place to grow grass and raise flowers, but there weren't enough people to live in a palm-sized place, so how could I do these elegant things?

It's so bitter, it's been so hard for all these years.

Cha Fang was a little dazed. Since her daughter was back, she didn't go to work. When she came home, she saw her husband sitting in front of the window and leisurely reading the newspaper, and her heart was filled with anger. This useless man could never afford to take anything. If he encountered any trouble in everything, the first thing he thought of was to shrank his head and turtle! The relationship was exhausted by vegetables, rice, oil and salt, and heavy work. He worked hard for a day and had to do housework and do laundry when he went home. He wanted to sleep when he was lying on the bed.

I don’t know when my husband’s last time was married? Last year or the year before?

If her daughter hadn't been at home, she really wanted to make a big fuss, but it couldn't. There was a little disturbance on the third floor, and the He family on the second floor and the Mao grandma on the first floor rushed up, called Shuohe, so she had a bigger mentality to watch the fun.

My chest has been pressing for a breath, and for many years, I curled up like I can't stretch my legs out every night. Yes, I can't breathe out in one breath. Only one belief supports it to cultivate my daughter and she can live a free life.

"Xiaoqi is back."

"mom."

The mother and daughter have a good relationship, so Xiaoqi greeted her.

Her husband Jiang Wennong also turned his head and said softly: "Xiaofang is back, I'm done working so early today."

The big-framed glasses slid a little from their nose, glanced upwards, looking very funny, Cha Fang felt a pain in her heart. This man was useless except for a good temper. What would happen if she married Sun Yongjun, a young cadre's son? At the last class reunion, she went and saw Sun Yongjun taking his wife, a woman in her forties, maintaining her white and tender, like a thirty-year-old woman. Sun Yongjun still spoke loudly and vulgarly, and had a small achievement in her career. Her wife was at home full-time, living in a villa, living in a variety of flowers, drinking tea, and beauty care, and not worrying about life.

Back then, the guys she despised were all moved to commercial housing with elevators. The class beauty, the proud swan of countless suitors, was exhausted every day. After that class reunion, she felt a tightness for a while and didn't say a word to her husband for a month. She sighed too much. The person she liked when she was a student, Jiang Wennong was very good at painting at that time. She wore big-framed glasses, spoke politely, and had the temperament of a literary youth, which attracted her very much. Only after real life did she realize that such a person could not afford anything.

He has no ambition and the life he longs for is unchanged. Don’t change at home, just live by yourself, use it and use it. Almost everything in the house still retains the original state of marriage, old-fashioned refrigerators, small black and white TVs, and inclusion machines that take up space but are not practical...

"Mom, take a break, don't go to work in the afternoon." Xiaoqi felt sorry for her mother and secretly decided to find an internship job at the end of the term.

"Well, Xiaoqi is back home, so my mother won't go to work, she will go to cook."

When Cha Fang went down to cook, she found that the oil at home had finished eating. She was a little dazed and shouted to the stairs: "Old Jiang, go buy a bottle of oil and come back."

Grandma Mao heard the sound and walked out and said kindly, "The oil is used up, Xiaoqi's mother, it's time to buy it now. Use my home and my home."

Cha Fang was stunned. Is this still the same person? Because the three families are in the kitchen together, the woman is like a thief to prevent thieves all day long, marking the remaining amount of things at home clearly. If she has a brain problem and remembers it wrongly, she will start to chant strange things and be suspicious.

"Hey, what's going on? Why is this salt less?"

"Some people don't want to save trouble when cooking, and they can see if they can't help but look."

The bottle of oil was even more lifeblooded. Once, I found that it was less, so I cursed it. I cursed it for a few hours. The other two families just refused to respond, and the scolding became even more ugly. Until her man came back, she pulled it back into the house and said that he had poured a little bit of lubrication of the truck.

The couple almost started fighting, how could they be so prodigal?

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine the savings of the old alleys in Jianghai, and the deformity formed by long-term living in a palm-sized place.

Especially many families living in the alleys in the city center have a sense of innate superiority, which is also despised and looked down upon, but they do not have a formal job and have low incomes, so they have to spend a penny.

"Use my home."

"Why are you so embarrassed? Our family is very frivolous."

"It's okay, no matter how big the oil is, you can afford it."

That enthusiasm is really unstoppable. People who speak more meanly can say more enthusiastic and numb words.
Chapter completed!