Du Jiawen didn't say anything, and just gently rubbed her heels.
Xiang Xiaochuang felt a little embarrassed. When he wanted to pull his foot, he found that he was holding his foot too hard. He secretly thought that he was probably still angry, so he didn't dare to pull back any more.
"I didn't expect that there are people in this world who don't dance." Du Jiawen suddenly said something. Xiang Xiaochuang was about to receive his sarcasm, but he had no words to follow.
Bite the bullet, Xiang Xiaochuang answered the nonsense: "No, there should be quite a few people who can't dance."
"But you are also a college student after all. I remember that there is no dance every weekend in the school? Sometimes there is also a masquerade party and the like. What did you study for four years?"
How could anyone talk like that? Does it mean that her four years of college were in vain because she can’t dance? So after paying the tuition, did she study dance or study a major?
Rolling his eyes, Xiang Xiaochuang reluctantly explained: "Didn't I tell you? The orphanage only paid for my junior high school tuition. I was supposed to be admitted to the middle school normal school, and then I could work-study. But I never liked being a teacher, and I only wanted to go to school.
After college, I moved out on my own, working part-time jobs, tutoring, and going to school. Fortunately, I got good grades and was admitted to college. There were many tutors, so I finally breathed a sigh of relief. But Xiaoling was diagnosed with uremia again, and she became an orphan.
The hospital has to take care of so many orphans, and it is impossible to spend money on her surgery. I have some strength, so I will use my strength to work hard, and how can I take care of learning dancing, skating, etc."
Du Jiawen was a little moved when he heard this. He rubbed the hand on her heel unconsciously and gently. But his voice was still not very good and he said coldly: "You are a poor student yourself. How can you spare any effort to help?"
Others! If you give me another ten years, when Xiaoling dies of illness, you still won’t be able to raise enough for medical expenses!"
Xiang Xiaochuang drooped his face and looked blankly at a bamboo on the sofa cushion: "I know it too, but I just thought that my power is limited after all. If everyone who leaves the orphanage can
If this is the case... maybe Xiaoling can be saved."
Du Jiawen really wished he could unscrew her head. How much money could he send back with such a thin body and frugally? It was a drop in the bucket for the huge medical expenses.
"What's the result? You're not the only one who is working blindly!"
Xiang Xiaochuang sighed, obviously being hurt by what he said. Over the years, she had saved money desperately, and would send it back after saving a little. But other than her, it seemed that the hospital only occasionally received a small amount of money.
The pen is only enough for Xiaoling to undergo dialysis twice a week.
"But if I don't work hard, Xiaoling can't even afford dialysis, and she won't be able to survive today..." Xiang Xiaochuang shook his head blankly, "Anyway, I don't regret it. If I can help a little, I will help a little...
At least, I won’t have a bad conscience.”
"Conscience? How much is that thing worth per pound?" Du Jiawen sneered and dismissed it.
Xiang Xiaochuang held his breath: "In my opinion, it is very valuable!"