Jian Anran was very surprised: "Mom, didn't you know you went out so early?"
This room is only so big. Logically speaking, Yang Yahui can hear Jian Anjie turning over.
Jian Anjie shook her head, "Mom went out earlier."
"The hospital requires us to be there at five o'clock for cleaning."
The People's Hospital where Yang Yahui works and the No. 1 Primary School where Jian Anjie attends are obviously two streets apart.
The mother and son should know each other's commuting time to work and school, but they both know it tacitly.
"It's coming, it's coming!" Yang Yahui came out with small steps carrying the hot dishes, "Hurry and get something to cushion."
Jian Anjie jumped up from the sofa, took out a pile of waste paper from somewhere, and quickly placed it on the small glass table.
Yang Yahui first said "Ouch", "This table is too small. Xiao Jie, please pull it out quickly, otherwise your sister will not have room to sit."
The mother and son were doing something before and after doing something. Jian Anran stood aside and even felt a little at a loss——
Normally at home, she would be asked to do the initial work like this.
A total of five dishes were prepared. Yang Yahui struggled for a long time before putting all the dishes on the table. "Come for dinner! Have you two washed your hands?"
The surrounding environment is no longer the same as before, and this small apartment is not their home. Although things and people have obviously changed, the taste of Yang Yahui's cooking is still the same.
No unpleasant questions were raised at the dinner table. They acted as if nothing had happened and the family had an ordinary lunch together.
When the table was cleared after the meal, Yang Yahui pushed the dining table back to the wall.
In the past, when Jian Anran came home, she always wanted to keep her for one more night. Now their space is limited, and they can no longer squeeze one more person into the small room that can be seen at a glance.
Siblings Jian Anran and Jian Anjie were crowded on the small sofa. The programs on TV were all about the same content. The same TV series was replayed on several channels. Although it was too boring, Jian
An Jie decided to open a channel at random.
Yang Yahui brought a sliced apple from the kitchen, "Come and eat."
……
Yang Yahui was sitting by the bed, while Jian Anran and Jian Anjie were still on the sofa. The three of them were staring at the TV. Yang Yahui tried several times, but she didn't know how to speak.
She finally made up her mind: "An Ran, I plan to divorce your father."
Although Yang Yahui never mentioned it, from the time she first came in until now, Jian Anran has not seen anything belonging to Jian Shaobo in the room, and there is no smell of cigarette smoke that makes her sick. She probably has something in her heart.
Bottom.
Just two months ago, Yang Yahui still had a glimmer of hope for Jian Shaobo.
After all, she was still burdened with loans and debts, and Jian Shaobo repeatedly promised that he would be able to repay the money.
"I have an account over there that is about to be paid back."
"Last year's shipment will be settled soon."
Excuses like this once gave Yang Yahui a glimmer of hope.
Even though Jian Anran persuaded her many times before, she had no intention of divorce until one and a half months ago, when their house was finally auctioned.
The foreclosure price was much lower than the market price. Their house was in a good location and had a supporting school district. Many buyers competed, and it was auctioned quickly.
Jian Shaobo stood with his hands on his hips the whole time, watching Yang Yahui clean up the house alone, clearing out all the things that had been in the house for more than ten years.
All the daily necessities were moved to the three-bedroom apartment they temporarily rented. The things they wanted were temporarily stored in the attic of Aunt Jian Anran's house. Most of the remaining things were thrown away by Yang Yahui.
Yang Yahui, who was used to doing things, didn't express any opinions on this. Even when she shed a tear at the last moment of moving and was scolded by Jian Shaobo, she didn't complain.
Jian Shaobo couldn't even afford a penny for renting a house and living expenses, but Yang Yahui didn't even say a word.
The trigger of the incident was the week when the auction proceeds for the house came down.
After deducting the remaining portion of their house mortgage in the bank, Yang Yahui can still get her share of 300,000 yuan because it is a joint property.
For their already destitute family, this money can not only temporarily relieve their urgent need for living expenses, but can even pay off part of their loans and deposits.
When Yang Yahui proposed it, Jian Shaobo immediately agreed.
The mortgage of Yang Yahui's dowry shop in the old city was 300,000 yuan, which was due to expire in April. Yang Yahui immediately said that she would use the money to repay the loan, just enough to keep their only property. After Jian Shaobo took the money, there was no movement for a long time. It was only after Yang Yahui asked casually that she found out that Jian Shaobo not only failed to repay the mortgage on the store, but also used the money to repay his own online loan.
He has more than one debt, and all the cards of Jian Shaobo, who has been executed for a long time, have been frozen.
"He himself is obviously a bad debt that cannot be recovered!" Yang Yahui was extremely calm when she said this, "What will happen if he pays off that online loan? Isn't the card still frozen? Isn't the money still the same?
Owe it?"
"But that money clearly belongs to me. If we pay off the mortgage on the store, our family might have a chance to turn around."
"He just wants me to die with him!"
The last straw that broke Yang Yahui's back was Jian Shaobo's extreme egoism.
She even gave up two months' rent deposit and moved with Jian Anjie overnight.
Yang Yahui then said: "Didn't you say before that your friend's sister is a lawyer? Can you ask her to help me file for divorce?"
【When you think it’s too late, it’s the earliest time】
This sentence was originally posted by Jian Anran on her desk to motivate her to take the college entrance examination.
I have always been adhering to this: I have been married for 20 years and have two children. Is it possible to divorce this marriage?
Now Yang Yahui finally understands: No matter when, this marriage can be divorced.
"Your dad refuses to divorce, so I want to consult a lawyer." When Yang Yahui finished speaking, she seemed to feel relieved.
Jian Anran was silent for a moment, "I will ask the lawyer on Monday and make an appointment then. Maybe you will have to take time off to come out and talk together."
Yang Yahui finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll come out after cleaning up, and usually there's nothing to do."
After telling all the things that had been lingering in her mind for a long time, Yang Yahui began to talk to Jian Anran about daily life.
"Ring, ring, ring—" Yang Yahui's cell phone vibrated several times on the coffee table, and the caller displayed:
【Sister Li】
Jian Anran has met this person. She is from their hometown. She used to live next to their old house. When she went back during the Chinese New Year, she was very enthusiastic and often brought food to their home.
"Hello." The receiver of Yang Yahui's mobile phone sounded very loud, and Jian Anran and Jian Anjie could hear it clearly.
"Xiao Yang, I heard from this Shaobo that you are clamoring to divorce him. Is this the case?"