When she got off work in the evening, she received a call from Jian Anran. Yang Yahui was really worried for a while. After getting off the subway and riding a battery car, she actually ran two red lights along the way.
Although her eyes could still distinguish between red and green, Yang Yahui's head seemed to not listen to her at all, and she flew past the intersection. Fortunately, there were no cars on the road at night, and she didn't think about it until she got downstairs of the unit.
I was just a little scared.
Where did everything go?
I thought there was something wrong with Jian Shaobo's business. This was not the first time in so many years. Yang Yahui was already used to it.
Subconsciously, she wanted to call various relatives to borrow money. It was not until her sister and brother said one after another that "brother-in-law has come to borrow money" that Yang Yahui realized that something was wrong.
When asked again, he found that he had already borrowed everything his mother's family could borrow. Yang Yahui had always been very enthusiastic and always helped relatives and friends. She was also a straightforward person and did not have too many small thoughts.
The several times he borrowed money in the past were repaid as scheduled with interest, so when Jian Shaobo opened his mouth, although his relatives found it strange, they immediately transferred the money to his account.
It was at this time that Yang Yahui began to feel that something was not right, but Jian Shaobo repeatedly emphasized that he just did not want his wife to worry, so he privately asked her relatives to borrow money.
What Yang Yahui didn't realize was why he only looked for his relatives and why he never mentioned it at this time.
After all, when he encountered any difficulties in the past, he wished he could have a shell that allowed him to retract his head. If the sky fell, Yang Yahui, who was shorter than himself, stretched out her hands to support it.
The living expenses that Jian Shaobo brought home became less and less, until he could no longer take them out. Later, when Yang Yahui went home from shopping for groceries, she saw the seal that the court had just posted on her door.
Her heart felt like she had knocked over peppercorns. Yang Yahui herself couldn't describe what it felt like. It was numb and numb, with a little pain. She felt completely homeless.
Having lost her source of income, she quickly asked her old sisters to find her an unskilled job in the hospital. Following the court’s ultimatum, she had no face to be the kind of person who stayed in the house, so she found one overnight.
Move out of the rental house.
The whole process was so intensive that she couldn't even spare time to sort out all the things she had hoarded at home, including her dowry.
Yang Yahui's natal family is considered to be middle-class. Her ancestors were once rich and bought mountains, land and shops. However, after a special period of turmoil, there were not many left. In the end, only a three-story building in the old city was left in the hands of Yang Yahui's father.
A small western-style building and a few shops on the street.
When Yang Yahui got married, she was given a dowry, and part of the dowry was antiques passed down from her grandfather's generation, including rosewood tables and chairs with gold foil, some ancient gold jewelry, and a dowry that was included in grandma Yang Yahui's dowry.
French suitcase.
Although the large suitcase looks unattractive, especially the corners of the suitcase have been smoothed over time, and even the metal locks and rivets on it have lost their luster, but if you look closely, you can see that they have been worn away.
The pattern of flowers is LV’s presbyopia.
This suitcase was a European product bought by Grandma Yang Yahui's sister from the United States in the last century. She took an ocean ship all the way to Nanyang, and then returned to Luojiang with her from Nanyang. When Grandma Yang Yahui got married, she specially gave up her love to her.
The suitcase was added to my sister's dowry.
After being circulated for half a century, this suitcase finally followed Yang Yahui's marriage and was quietly buried in their apartment in the community.
