Mother Yan let out a long sigh and did not continue to ask. She did not know anything about the "professions" her daughter was engaged in, such as wine trays, saucers, marriage trusts... except that she did not go illegally, she really did whatever she could to make money.
After a long while, she slowly said: "Xixi, I can't help you, but I have become a burden to you. This is the most shameful thing for a parent. However, I have no other way. You can only rely on yourself and cherish yourself."
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Three years ago, Yan's mother had to take medicine every day to maintain her decaying body. A woman under fifty years old looked similar to an old woman in her seventies or eighties, with a numb and dead look on her skinny face.
.
If she hadn't been sick, if it hadn't been for the high cost of medicine, Xixi could have gone to work like other girls, earned a salary and spent it mainly on dressing up, eating, drinking and having fun, and then find a good boyfriend... But
,Now, what chance does she have?
She didn't meet her daughter's eyes, she just took out the glutinous rice flour from the rice cooker and handed it over: "Eat it, you can have a good sleep first."
The electricity had been cut off long ago, and the bowl of food that was supposed to be steaming was already cold.
Yan Xixian took the bowl, and the coldness penetrated from her hands to her heart. She turned to look at the only window in the house. At that time, the sky was completely bright, and the rain and sleet had stopped long ago. It seemed that she was still a
The long-lost sunny day.
Yan Xixian held a cup of tea and sat alone in the corner of the teahouse. As soon as the inferior scented tea was brewed, there was a strong smell of additives. However, when the boiling hot water was poured down, it brought people incomparable warmth.
"Miss Yan, let me guess what you are thinking, okay?"
Yan Xixi almost ran away as if she had seen a ghost, but Wang Donglin grabbed her and said with a smile: "Xixi, you are really forgetful. You don't recognize me so soon?"
Yan Xixi waved his hand away fiercely, but he understood the situation and sat down opposite her upright, looking at her unscrupulously: under the bright light of the day, her rough and fake designer clothes were clearly visible.
"What? Making saucers here again? Girl, those idiots you made an appointment with won't come again..." He snapped his fingers, and Yan Xixi suddenly looked back and found that the entire teahouse was suddenly empty.
"I booked the entire teahouse so we can talk more easily."
She stood up again, and he stopped her with quick eyesight and ease, "Yan Xixi, your mother is seriously ill, takes medicine all the year round, and has no fixed place to live. Do you make a living by making saucers, wine trustees, or even marriage trustees?"
"Are you investigating me?"
"Of course! You forged a medical record of an AIDS patient and brought it with you. If a man has evil intentions, he will always be scared away. You are very clever and I don't know how many men have been deceived..."
"You studied at the best key university in the city for more than two years. You couldn't afford the tuition and living expenses, so you had to drop out and work..."
"I also know that your father was in a car accident five years ago, killing two people, and as a result, your family became impoverished. Three years ago, your father died in poverty, and that was the year you dropped out of school. Your mother
What you have is a chronic disease. It is actually not difficult to cure this disease, but it requires a surgical fee. Otherwise, you will have to suffer for years and delay it for two or three years at most, and your mother will definitely die..."
She interrupted him and said hastily, "Yes, I do need money urgently, but all I earned before was 'coolie money', not money from selling myself!!!"
