I don’t know if it’s because we haven’t seen each other since the last quarrel. Everyone subconsciously speeded up the meal and finished it in three or two times.
Just after dinner here, Jian Anran was pulled to the sofa and seamlessly ate another apple.
The only TV at this point was the news network. After watching the recent major events in silence, Jian Anran just finished watching the weather forecast before standing up:
"I'm going back to school first."
"Why did you go back?" Yang Yahui quickly stood up, "It's winter now and it's very cold at night. You'd better stay at home for one night. It's still too late to go to class tomorrow."
Jian Anran declined: "It's not convenient if I don't have my things at home."
"Why not? There is something to be washed. There are still your old clothes in the closet. Go take a shower and I will get them for you later." Yang Yahui seemed to have a passion that was beyond her own personality. p>
Since childhood, Jian Anran's self-evaluation has always been: independent, because her mother Yang Yahui is not the kind of person who will always worry about her children.
From the beginning, I remember dressing myself, combing my hair, tidying up and cleaning the room by myself. Even Jian Anran, who had just entered the first grade, had to drag a mattress that was heavier than herself to change the sheets and quilt covers. It seemed that everything she could do was done by herself.
She was a little surprised that Yang Yahui now offered to help her get her things.
"No, it's too much trouble. I'd better leave first. If I'm late, I'll have to take the night bus." Jian Anran declined again.
Today's meal was so awkward that she could hardly imagine how uneasy she would be if she stayed one night. As she said this, she got up and walked to the entrance, and Yang Yahui quickly caught up with her.
After putting on her shoes, Jian Anran picked up her bag on the shoe cabinet, "I'm leaving first." She also shouted in the direction of Jian Shaobo and Jian Anjie in the living room.
"An Ran..." Yang Yahui's eyes flickered, and she spoke repeatedly as if she had something to say but didn't say it out.
"What?" Just as she was about to open the door, Yang Yahui reached out and stopped her.
"Xiao Jie," Yang Yahui tilted her head towards the sofa, "go to your room to do your homework. Remember to close the door."
Seeing that Yang Yahui specifically pushed Jian Anjie away, Jian Anran immediately realized that something was wrong. It wasn't until the sound of Jian Anjie closing the door was heard in the corridor that she immediately asked: "What should we do?"
"This is not..." Yang Yahui hesitated and subconsciously glanced at Jian Shaobo. When the other party saw it, he immediately lowered his head, as if he suddenly began to study the content on his phone seriously.
Seeing that Jian Shaobo had no hope, Yang Yahui sighed, "Recently, the waterproofing on the roof has begun to deteriorate, and when it rains, it leaks all over the corridor. There is also Xiaojie School, which requires prepayment for the next semester's programming class.
I haven’t visited your grandma for a long time. I heard that the old sisters are all drinking imported milk powder."
"What?" Jian Anran blurted out without reacting, "So?"
"One sum of nineteen thousand, one sum of forty-five thousand and one sum of six thousand. See if you can transfer it to me first for turnover. Your father's business has been difficult recently. Before the end of the year, all the accounts will be settled.
If I don’t come back, my family won’t be able to get so much cash for a while.”
When they finally started talking about money, Jian Anran was subconsciously a little wary.
Nineteen thousand plus forty-five thousand, plus six thousand, is seventy thousand.
"How do you know?" She pushed away Yang Yahui's hand that held her tightly.
Yang Yahui's expression was a little unnatural, "What do you know?"
"You obviously know what I'm talking about," Jian Anran frowned, "these three sums of money combined are exactly my latest income, aren't they?"
"What? Is it such a coincidence? Isn't it really a coincidence? It just solves the family's urgent need!" Yang Yahui's smile was extremely weird and her acting skills were extremely poor.
"Wait!" She seemed to have just come to her senses, "So when I said before that my mobile phone couldn't receive consumption information, the excuse you gave me was a lie?"
Jian Anran applied for the first bank card in her life when she was just sixteen years old. At that time, she could not receive text message reminders. Jian Anran repeatedly mentioned it to Yang Yahui and asked her to take her to the bank to ask. Yang Yahui was
Just tell her that the bank’s text message fee costs three yuan a month. It’s better to use the WeChat official account to receive reminders, which can save this money.
"So the money-saving thing is a lie?" Jian Anran looked in disbelief, "Were text messages always sent to you?"
Knowing that the matter was revealed and that she could no longer hide it, Yang Yahui nodded and admitted, "Aren't you afraid that you will be deceived? It's safe to send the text message to me."
"Why are you being cheated? Are you afraid that a scammer will defraud you of the three hundred yuan in my bank card?"
In the past, she also used the excuse of preventing fraud. Once the money in Jian Anran's card exceeded 300 yuan, Yang Yahui would transfer it away, saying: "You are still young and ignorant, I will save it for you first."
She used the same excuse to ask for her red envelopes every Spring Festival. She always insisted that her parents had raised her for so many years. Even though Jian Anran knew it well, she didn't say anything and still handed over all the red envelopes as usual.
"So why do you want 70,000 yuan?" She asked immediately, "Does the roof really need to be repaired? And is Jian Anjie's class really so expensive? Why does imported milk powder cost 6,000 yuan? Are you planning to wholesale it?"<
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A series of questions left Yang Yahui speechless for a moment. She turned back to look at Jian Shaobo for help. He had already run to the balcony and started smoking.
"Or," even Jian Anran herself was unwilling to say what she wanted to say next, "because I only have a total of 70,000 yuan in my pocket, so you must take it all?"
"I'm still your accessory when I'm twenty-three years old? Can't you see a penny in my pocket?"
She even wanted to question why she had to send Jian Anjie away just now. Was it because she was afraid that he would find out about his parents' misery? Or was it because he was afraid that he would find out that like her sister, she would be the property of her parents until her death?
From the moment Yang Yahui looked at Jian Shaobo frequently, Jian Anran immediately understood——
Asking her for money was not exactly Jian Shaobo's intention. She had seen her parents' words and deeds since she was a child. Things that she couldn't understand when she was a child, she would naturally understand after thinking about them when she grew up.
Although Yang Yahui acts in a fickle style and seems to be very aggressive and takes charge of all the household affairs, large and small, in fact, the final say in the family is in the hands of Jian Shaobo.
What he wanted to say or what he wanted to do, Jian Shaobo never said it himself. He always moved his fingers, and Yang Yahui, the puppet on the strings, hurried forward.
He always said nothing. If Yang Yahui did well, then the prosperity of the family was the result of his hard work. If Yang Yahui did not do well, he could blame all the failure of the family on him. "
My wife doesn’t know how to make money.
Jian Anran has always been ptsd about such silence.
