Xu Xiaoya paused for a moment and then said: "Huang Xiaojue can be considered affectionate. Many men these days regard money as more important than life. It is your blessing to meet a good person. You should cherish it and don't be like
I earn a little money and have to support Zhong Minghui's studies, graduate school and doctorate. Last week, he asked me to buy him a rich man's gold. I couldn't bear to buy it myself. Alas, when he graduates with his doctorate, my youth will almost be wiped out.
Exhausted..."
"Xiaoya, you should have left Zhong Minghui long ago."
Xu Xiaoya's radiant face was full of haggard, "Leave him? Am I stupid? How much effort have I spent on him? I have been supporting him since he was a senior in college. When he is a Ph.D., he can
Earn some money. However, the little money he has is only enough for himself. However, he said that his major is very promising, and as soon as he graduates with his doctorate, he will marry me. I am still waiting to get ahead! Besides, he said
, my family is also counting on me. My mother calls every day to say that a new house is being built on the old foundation of the family. My brother is also getting married. Everything requires money. I can’t do it if I don’t work hard. Besides, in our line of work, we can’t do it.
What kind of good man can you climb up to? Rich men are just playing for fun, who will seriously marry us? I think Zhong Minghui agrees to marry me, which I think is too high. Alas, maybe this is my destiny..."
Yan Xixi couldn't answer. Recently, the words she heard the most were "accept fate" and "this is fate". She thought, what exactly is fate?
Just like Xu Xiaoya, relying on her youth to earn a salary that most people think is quite high, but what happiness does she have?
When the elevator door was about to close, Xu Xiaoya lowered her voice: "Has Wang Donglin given you any trouble recently?"
Wang Donglin!
Fortunately, the elevator door had been closed at that time, drowning Xu Xiaoya's voice. Yan Xiaxian slowly looked at the numbers in the elevator going down one level, and she breathed a sigh of relief, because these were the three words she least wanted to hear right now.
That is "Wang Donglin".
The phone rang, and Huang Xiaojue's voice was full of concern: "Is Auntie feeling better?"
"much better."
"By the way, Xixi, I have a very good classmate from university who owns a house in city C. He was recently assigned to Singapore and will stay for half a year. The time is short and he doesn't want to rent out the house and is willing to lend it to his friends.
I've already made an agreement with him about staying temporarily. You can move there first. Xixi, don't be too tired and don't worry too much about money. I will find a way..."
Yan Xixi was worried about the house. Huang Xiaojue's words really made her overjoyed. Her voice was choked up, "Xiaojue, I really don't know how to thank you..."
Huang Xiaojue's voice was very gentle: "Xixi, please hold on for a while, and you will feel more relaxed when I come back during the New Year..."
It was a rare sunny day, and the bright sun added a touch of warmth to the cold winter day. Yan Xixi hung up the phone and sat on a bench in the hospital for a while, with a smile finally showing on her face.
As the New Year approaches, the families of patients who have shown slight improvement begin to pack their things and prepare to be discharged from the hospital, hoping to spend a peaceful New Year at home. Yan's mother's illness has not improved, and she knows that it is expensive to stay in the hospital, so she persists.
They were about to be discharged from the hospital. Yan Xixi couldn't resist her, and seeing that there wasn't much money left on the card, and mother and daughter still had to plan for the future, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and agree.
