The whole street looked lonely, empty and long in the dusk.
Huayu walked forward mechanically with heavy steps. The wind blew through her hair in a cool and desolate way, blowing the lonely hair on her forehead into a mess. But she didn't care. In fact, she was now
She couldn't care about anything. The only sixty yuan in her pocket was only enough for her to survive for two days. What's more, she still had Xiao Rui and Xiao Ling at home. It would not be easy to survive tomorrow.
.
And now, she still has no job. After four years of college, in real life, that diploma is just a piece of paper. Thinking of this, she can't help but feel sad again. Xiaorui and Xiaoling are already eighteen.
, as young girls, they never had a beautiful doll or a decent set of clothes in their wasted years. This cannot but be blamed on their own incompetence. But since the car accident seven years ago, she has never had
What have you been through?
Yes. A car accident seven years ago took away the lives of her father and the woman who stole her father's heart. It also took away the sanity of her mother, who had always been gentle and graceful. A month after her father died, her mother suffered a mental breakdown.
He fell from the balcony on the third floor and died head first.
Then, the three sisters became orphans and were temporarily "adopted" by their uncle.
Adopt!
——What a beautiful name, and so "great". So great that he misappropriated all her father's property, which can only be called temporary custody; he turned against the guests and forced all the owners of the Hua family into the servants' room, which can only be called
Cultivate "simple virtue"!
virtue?
——Hua Yu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. In order to cultivate the virtues of the three sisters, her uncle let them live in a leaky house. Every rainy day, they could only find a basin to catch the rain, and kept counting the rain from night to dawn.
Some people call this romance, but Hua Yu doesn't know what kind of color such romance overflows when the three of them hug each other and cry in the cold and hungry conditions.
The wind blew very cold, like thorns sandwiched with frost, streaking across her cheeks. A string of cold, salty taste rushed into her mouth. Biting her lips, Huayu didn't believe that she still had tears. She stretched out her hand towards
After wiping it off her face, the wet mark was stained on the back of her hand. After finally completing four terrible years of college while working part-time, she thought she would definitely be protected by the sun this time. But she was wrong.
Oh! Four years of hard study for a college diploma, in reality, is not as good as other people's nepotism. Originally, her father's company allowed her to show her talents, but her suspicious uncle was afraid that she would take the opportunity to take back the "Hua Family", so he used
She was rejected for various reasons.
And one of the reasons was that her flower language was so beautiful. Which country’s argument was this? What kind of truth was it? It was really just trying to incriminate, so why bother. But she didn’t refute, because she knew it was a waste of words.
.Shut up, she rushed out of the "Flower House" and began to find her own way out.
One day has passed... a week has passed... a month has passed...
Unemployed, she still has no progress and is still an unemployed youth. But time waits for no one, and the money in her pocket will not appear out of thin air to support her and her two younger sisters.
Therefore, if this interview still ends with "over", then she will give up seeking a high-level job and turn to a "gray career". Although that has always been a career she despises, in the cold and hungry, she can't just do it for
Plan it yourself.
Her uncle had given her an ultimatum. After graduating from college, it was time for her to be independent and support her two younger sisters, who were both freshmen and sophomores.
feed?
——How ironic!
Lifting her chin and head, she walked straight towards the Western restaurant at the end of the street.
~That’s the interview location today.
What a strange interview location. She applied for a secretary job, but was told by "Bo's" to have an interview at a western restaurant instead of the company's office.
Entering the western restaurant, I found a seat by the window and sat down. I held the strap of my leather bag tightly with my hands. I couldn't help but ask the waiter for a glass of boiled water. I excused my ordering by saying that I was waiting for someone. My stomach was empty.
But he began to feel vaguely confused.
The dusk outside the window is getting darker, the world of black and white is changing silently, and the quietly lit street lamp is gradually dazzling in the darkness. I am in a hurry to return home, how many visitors are there? She came early, they agreed to be at seven o'clock, but it is only six o'clock now
moment.
"Mom, what does flower language mean?" The six-year-old flower language entangled her mother and asked softly with her little head resting on her mother's knees.
"Ha!" Zi Qiren gently caressed her eldest daughter's back, but her thoughts had drifted to a long time ago: "The language of flowers...the language of flowers...listen quietly to the whispers of flowers in the wind, and the oaths are all in the fragrance of the stamens."
The whisper of flowers?
Her lips gently licked the moisture in the cup, and the bitter memories turned into waves like ripples. Her gentle and graceful mother never imagined until her death that her considerate daughter would give up listening to flowers for a job with a monthly salary of 1,500.
Time to whisper.
Ziqi people!
~ Hua Yu’s mother, the gentlest, most infatuated, and kindest woman in the world.
But she gave up her youth, her blood, and shed the last tear in her eyes for a man who was in love with someone else. But her heartless and heartless father still abandoned her. On a thunderstorm night,
She eloped with a female star who was filming a Category 3 movie. I wonder if the emperor is wise, but the road was slippery. When the car was turning, the tires skidded and rolled over on the highway. Her mother also fell down because of this.
In a daze, she jumped from the balcony on the third floor, ignoring her daughter and her responsibilities, and went to hell with that heartless man.
~Hate her!
The person Hua Yu hates most in her heart is not her heartless father, but her fragile mother. Her beautiful mother is like a dodder flower. Without support or support, she will just collapse in the mud.
How cowardly!
How could she be selfish and only be a good wife but not have the courage to be a good mother?
"Uh! Miss, can you please sit down?" There were a series of sounds of pulling chairs and stools, and a strange man had already sat in the seat opposite Hua Yu. His square face had a somewhat meaningful bookish flavor, and his age
He doesn't look very old, probably in his early thirties at most.
"I'm waiting for someone." Pulling back her wandering thoughts, she cheered up and said indifferently.
"Flower language?" The man chuckled lightly and asked tentatively.
She frowned slightly. Being smart, she already knew that this person was the one who came for the interview.
He was late. Although he was only 15 minutes late, he was still late. And being late always carries the feeling of not being taken seriously.