Jian Anran first said "haha" twice, then stood on tiptoes, reached out and patted Shen Huainan on the head, "Brother, please don't give sister a red envelope."
Shen Huainan wrinkled his nose slightly, "I knew it."
"What?" Jian Anran didn't hear what he said clearly.
Shen Huainan reached out and squeezed her hand, turned her palm out, put the red envelope into her hand, "Don't refuse."
Probably sensing Jian Anran's hesitation, he immediately smiled and said, "It's so thin, can it be something that is burdensome?"
Also, Jian Anran suddenly felt that it made sense, and he still opened the red envelope shell despite doubts——
Inside was a small, beige sketch. When Jian Anran took a closer look, the outline of her facial features seemed to be her own.
She was a little surprised, "This is...me?" She pointed at herself.
Shen Huainan nodded, looking forward to it, "How is it?"
The painting shows her holding her head in a daze, and her outline seems to be vividly sketched out in a few scribbles. With just a few shadow lines added, the entire facial features seem to be three-dimensional on the paper.
"The art exam you took back then?" Jian Anran looked at the small sketch in her hand again and again.
Shen Huainan looked proud, "I originally wanted to keep it for myself, but for the Chinese New Year, I might as well give it to you reluctantly."
Jian Anran then bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your love. I will buy the most expensive frame and frame it immediately when I get back."
There was no breakfast shop downstairs in Qishangyunduan, only a high-end shopping mall nearby. Jian Anran and Shen Huainan thought about it, and finally decided to take the bus back to school.
Along the campus road they walked out yesterday, on the first day of the first lunar month, the two of them were walking side by side on their way back to the dormitory.
Except for two figures, one tall and one short, on the campus road, not even a bird could be seen. The sun was making the asphalt road warm, and Jian Anran even unzipped her down jacket——
Shen Huainan is still wearing Jian Anran's pink scarf from yesterday. No matter how bright the sun is, his thin woolen sweater can't withstand any coldness of the first month.
The white sports car sped past, kicking up bursts of dust and fallen leaves.
Jian Anran coughed twice and turned back to glare at the white car that had already gone away, "Why are you still driving so fast on the campus road? What if you hit a student?"
Shen Huainan looked at the white dots going away thoughtfully, "I probably thought that no one would be in school on the first day of the first lunar month."
……
Just after turning the corner, the white sports car hit the brakes and immediately stopped on the school road.
Wen Siheng glanced at the time on the dashboard. At half past ten, the two of them walked in from outside the school side by side.
The pink scarf tied around Shen Huainan's neck was incompatible with his whole personality. Wen Siheng recognized it at a glance as the one Jian Anran often wore in class.
……
The start of the semester at Luoyang University is still late. Construction has officially started for a long time outside, but the campus is still silent.
【Jane: Is there anyone at home?】
As soon as the news about Jian Anran was sent out, her mother Yang Yahui called immediately.
"An Ran, where did you kid go on New Year's Eve? I called you several times and you didn't answer the phone." Yang Yahui's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little tired.
Without answering directly, Jian Anran immediately asked: "Are you at home?"
"I'm here." Yang Yahui knew exactly what she wanted to ask. "I'm the only one at home. I'm taking a day off today. Come back and take a look."
Jian Anran hung up the phone and went straight to the bus stop. She was the only one in the dormitory these days, and the quiet atmosphere made it easy for people not to fall into deep thought.
She has been deducing the results of several conjectures over and over in her mind. She urgently needs to find a quiet time to go home and discuss it with Yang Yahui.
To this day, she has no hope at all for Jian Shaobo.
If Jian Anran had had many dreams about Jian Shaobo when she was a child, it was nothing more than a dream that her father would work hard and she could become a rich second generation, then the indisputable facts before her were her awakening from the dream. Hours and minutes——
But Yang Yahui is still living in a dream.
The seal on the door was still the same as when she left that day, but the torn seal was more torn around the edges.
Jian Anran had already taken out the keys in her bag, but after thinking about it, she finally reached out and rang the doorbell.
Yang Yahui came to open the door soon. She looked even more haggard than when Jian Anran last saw her half a month ago.
The originally round and fair face suddenly turned sallow. Over the past ten days, the collagen on the cheeks seemed to have evaporated overnight, leaving only the cheekbones hanging high and the flesh on the face.
Seeing that Jian Anran was back, Yang Yahui immediately pointed to the sofa, "You're back? Sit down and I'll get you a glass of water."
"No need." Jian Anran said quickly.
To be honest, seeing her mother suddenly suffer such a big change overnight, Jian Anran would be lying if she said she didn't feel distressed.
But deep down in her heart, she seemed to be trying her best to avoid the facts and wanted to completely remove herself from these dirty things. The huge amount was far beyond her ability to bear, and any worries she had could only turn into mental problems. Due to the huge internal friction, Jian Anran tried hard to escape from the facts.
"Mom, I've already asked," Jian Anran took the water from Yang Yahui's hand, "My dad said his business failed, but so many of his loans may not have been business losses."
"You are getting divorced now, and your name is not on the IOU. When the time comes, you only need to prove that you have not spent the money borrowed, and that it has nothing to do with you."
Yang Yahui's eyes suddenly lit up, "Divorce?"
Suddenly it became dim again and asked coldly: "Who are you asking about?"
Jian Anran immediately replied: "My friend's cousin is a partner in our large law firm in Luojiang."
Speaking of which, this is the second time she has asked her about divorce since she met Ning Beibei's cousin Zhang Xiaoxian.
First it was herself, and then her parents. Jian Anran suddenly felt that none of her family seemed to have a happy marriage.
Yang Yahui was silent for a long time, then suddenly held Jian Anran's hand tightly, as if she remembered something, "No!"
Jian Anran was a little anxious, "Why not?"
"You're still not divorced, so what are you waiting for? Are you waiting to become a person subject to execution for breach of trust with him? Are you waiting to work with him to repay the debt you haven't spent any money on?"
Yang Yahui shook her head. This was the first time she calmly said what had tortured her for half a month:
"My store has a mortgage of 500,000 yuan. From your aunt and your uncle, he borrowed a total of 850,000 yuan."
"Eight hundred and fifty thousand, why do you think I can still afford it?"
"I only have a total of 50,000 yuan in my card now, and I don't know how many months I can last."
"You said that I got divorced and returned home. I think about the 850,000 yuan every day. How can I face your aunt and your uncle?"
