Yang Yahui has always been reluctant to use it, so she just took out the golden key from the suitcase and went to a gold shop to get a chain to wear it. Wearing it around her neck, it was impossible to tell that it was a key.
She wore it when she went out and took a shower, and was reluctant to take it off even when she went to bed at night. It wasn't until some time that Yang Yahui looked in the mirror and realized that the original shiny golden key had begun to have fine lines on it.
There were fine scratches, the gold color no longer shined, and it seemed to have lost its luster when worn on her chest.
She took it off distressedly and wiped it carefully. Yang Yahui didn't even have the heart to polish it for fear of any damage.
When Jian Shaobo saw it, he frowned in disgust: "Things are just for use! Why are you holding it so tightly?"
Why should you be careful about it? Yang Yahui herself thought about it for a long time but didn't figure it out.
She thought, regardless of the significance of the suitcase itself, if she had ten or eight suitcases like this, she probably wouldn't be nervous about this one. If she had jewelry that she couldn't wear, she wouldn't be able to make the same mistake as the general.
Hang the key on your chest like a treasure every day.
Nothing at all.
After she married Jian Shaobo, she never received flowers again, never saw gifts again, and never had anything like this on her dressing table, in her closet, or even in this small home where she also had a share.
thing.
I have never added anything like this that is “good but not useful”.
It was so quiet on the other end of the phone that Jian Anran couldn't hear a sound, "Hello?"
"Hello? Mom, can you hear me?"
Yang Yahui spoke with a hoarse voice, "You can hear me."
"..."
"Did you know something?"
At first, when Jian Anran suddenly called and asked about the big American suitcase, Yang Yahui felt very strange. Because she had seen many news about children hiding in boxes or cabinets and suffocating to death, since Jian Anran could crawl, she
Put this suitcase away.
When Jian Anran started to learn to walk, she liked to walk around the house holding on to the wall. Yang Yahui was not at ease, so after thinking about it, she locked the suitcase and hung the key on her chest all year round.
Fortunately, Jian Anran, who was still a baby at that time, was not very interested in this old box. Until she became an adult, Jian Anran almost never mentioned this box on her own initiative.
The time of Jian Anran's call was coincidental, it happened to be when she was getting off work. It seemed that she had been thinking about it all day and was waiting for her to make the call after getting off work.
Jian Anran tried to speak several times, but she didn't know which angle to start from.
Maybe I’m overthinking it? How could the mistress of a group boss have her mother’s dowry?
Let's not mention people like Director Valin. The oil left in the fingers is enough for ordinary people to live for ten or eight years. They will never be so picky. Even the mistress who lives outside has to buy other people's second-hand products.
Bar?
"An Ran, are you listening?" Yang Yahui asked quickly when she heard the silence from the other side.
Jian Anran made up her mind, "I'm listening."
"Have you ever heard of a woman named Li before?"
Yang Yahui was puzzled, "The surname is Li? Which Li?"
Jian Anran replied, "Lizi's Li, I don't know her name. I only heard others calling her Mrs. Li."
"Today she came close to me, and I saw that the necklace around her neck looked very much like the one you had before."