Life is like a whirlpool, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.
A scarred Lan Yening came out of the hospital.
He saw his mother who was rushing over carrying things to see him.
"Xiao Ning, why are you discharged from the hospital?"
"The hospitalization fee is too expensive. I don't want to stay there anymore."
"How can that be done? It must be completely cured."
Zhang Ya couldn't help but feel heartbroken and scared when she saw her son like this.
"Mom, I'm really fine."
For some reason, Lan Yening became extremely tired of her mother's concern.
"Xiao Ning, tell mom, who hit you?"
"...Is it useful for me to tell you? How can you help me!" Lan Yening sighed impatiently: "Mom, please let me be quiet. I have to go to work at night."
"Work? Are you going to do those shameful things again?" Zhang Ya grabbed the former's arm, and the eyes on her pale face seemed to burst out with flames.
"I'm going to be a model, it's a serious job."
"Model! What model? The kind of model with lowly talents who doesn't wear clothes?"
"...Mom, let me say it one last time, I didn't do anything shameful."
Lan Yening's head was buzzing, as if something was knocking him constantly.
He longs to live a better life through his own efforts, but now, it seems that life has abandoned him.
"You're not allowed to go, you go home with me now."
"I signed a contract with them. If I don't go, I will have to pay a lot of money. Besides, what will we eat and drink if I don't go to work?"
"I would rather starve to death than have you go out and be immoral and disgraceful."
Zhang Ya's words were heart-breaking, stabbing Lan Yening with scars.
He ignored his mother, turned around and strode away.
Although Zhang Ya wanted to catch her only son, her body refused to allow it, so she could only cry silently behind and lament why her life was so bad.
The lights are on, the night is blurry
According to the artist's request, Lan Yening, lying on the velvet blanket, assumed a seductive pose.
The soft light fell on his skin covered with oil paint, creating a layer of warm tones that made people feel rippled.
He also holds a bright red apple in his right hand, and from time to time the artist asks him to kiss it with red lips.
The people in the box upstairs looked at the scene below, and many people's breathing became rapid. For them, the scene in front of them was really like a wonderful picture.
Time passed like water, Lan Yening got up and went back to the dressing room to get dressed and go home.
"Xiao Ning, let's go get together tonight." The studio manager came over.
"No, I still have to rest at night."
Seeing how wary he was, the manager smiled and did not continue the invitation: "Xiao Ning, there is someone who wants you to be a model for her alone. The price is 10,000 yuan an hour."
"Thank you, I don't want to go, I'm fine here." Lan Yening said timidly.
"Xiao Ning, it's 600 an hour for us, 10,000 over there, you have to think carefully."
"Manager, I have nothing to think about. I can make a solid income of 600 here."
"Okay then! Everyone has his or her own ambitions!" The manager did not force him to persuade.
Lan Yening came out of the studio and was stopped by two people in black suits as soon as he walked to the street.
"Mr. Lan, our boss invites you to come over."
"Get out of the way, I won't go."
Lan Yening said that he was about to leave. He knew the purpose of these people, but as soon as he took a step, he was blocked again.
"Mr. Lan, please don't embarrass us. Our boss just wants to make friends with you."
"Friends?" Lan Yening sneered: "I'm so desperate that I can't fight you, but don't push me too hard."
Just as the two sides were entangled endlessly, a slightly disdainful female voice sounded: "Get out of here, this person is mine."
Lan Yening looked up and saw that it was Zhang Shuya.
The two men in black looked at the former in confusion. Seeing the other's extraordinary temperament, they did not dare to make a move.
During the stalemate, the cell phone of one of the men in black rang.
After receiving the call, I winked with my companion, bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lan, I'm sorry, Miss Zhang." After saying that, he left in embarrassment.
"Thank you, Sister Shu Ya." Lan Yening's heart was filled with gratitude.
"It's okay. Why did you get entangled with Lao Jia's people? Do you work in the studio over there?"
"...Sister Shu Ya, you also know that studio."
Zhang Shuya laughed: "Let's go back to my car and talk."
Lan Yening hesitated for a moment, then followed the other person into the car.
"Sister Shuya, do you know the person who stopped me?"
"Yeah!" Zhang Shuya nodded: "That old businessman is a club owner, and he is not doing any serious business. What he likes to do most is to find 'male models' with handsome faces."
When Lan Yening heard the last sentence, her fair face turned red with shame.
Zhang Shuya didn't seem to notice the other party's embarrassment: "I sometimes go to that studio to buy some paintings as gifts. The quality of the models in that studio is among the best in Shenghai."
Lan Yening lowered his head and remained silent. He didn't know what to say to the other party.
The job I do is really something that people will look down upon.
"Xiao Ning, if possible, you'd better not do it in that place."
"I know, Sister Shuya, that place is very complicated, but I'm short of money and I don't know how to do anything else."
"Haha! If you were short of money, why didn't you agree to those people!"
Zhang Shuya slowed down the car and glanced at the former with interest.
"I want to retain my last dignity." Lan Yening said extremely seriously.
"But as long as you have money, other people will respect you, no matter what you do."
"No, that's different. I won't sell my soul for money."
"Okay! Everyone has their own share of perseverance."
The two people drove to the gate of Lan Yening's community and saw a group of people surrounding them, not knowing what they were doing.
Lan Yening got out of the car with a feeling of sadness.
When he squeezed into the crowd, he saw that it was his mother who had fainted on the ground.
There were so many people, but no one came forward to help, not even to call an ambulance.
There were a bunch of small cards scattered around his mother.
Apparently Zhang Ya collected it to help her son reduce the bad influence.
"Mom! Mom! What's wrong with you?"
The panicked Lan Yening knelt beside her mother, tears streaming down her eyes uncontrollably.
He felt that his mother's life was passing away, and her hands were so cold.
The people around him pointed at him, and some people with malicious intentions looked at him carefully with strange eyes.
"Xiao Ning, send aunt to the hospital quickly!" Zhang Shuya, who was following, reminded loudly.
This time, the people around him became even less calm.
Zhang Shuya has the perfect temperament of a rich woman, and the Mastila that shows off her status.
Suddenly all kinds of unpleasant words came from all directions like the buzzing of flies.
Lan Yening turned a deaf ear and picked up his mother and got into Zhang Shuya's car and went straight to the hospital.
One of the biggest fears for adults is that their parents are seriously ill but have no money to treat them.
When Lan Yening arrived at the hospital, he swiped all his cards, but it still wasn't enough to pay for his mother's surgery.
"Doctor, I'll pay for it. You give the elderly the best medicine." Zhang Shuya took out her UnionPay card.
"Sister Shu Ya, how can this be done?"
"Do you want to see your mother just disappear?"
Zhang Shuya's words left Lan Yening speechless and stood there in shock.
"Yes! Even if I have to sacrifice everything I have, I still have to save my mother's life."
Lan Yening sat dejectedly on the bench in the corridor, feeling completely hopeless.
He knew why Zhang Shuya wanted to help him. If the other party paid, he would naturally repay it.
And what can you give to the other person?
The so-called helplessness in life generally begins with a lack of money.
"Thank you, Sister Shu Ya!" Lan Yening smiled sadly.