Shen Huainan's house is opposite the school. Jian Anran and Yang Yahui originally wanted to take the subway in front of the school to go back to their grandmother's house. However, at Shen Huainan's insistence, the driver took them to the old city.
Jian Anran's grandmother's house was squeezed into a narrow alley. During the early urban development, the roads in the old city were repaired. At that time, they were originally spacious roads, but now the two-lane road is barely passable.
The somewhat spacious car sent by Shen Huainan was incompatible with the roads in the old city. Many neighbors stretched their heads curiously, trying to see what kind of big shot was driving in such a luxury car.
Unfortunately, under the dark car windows, people outside can't see anything. People inside can clearly see every expression of the people outside.
It's really not fair.
Yang Yahui's eyes hesitated, but finally she stretched out her hand and put it on the driver's seat, and said cautiously: "Master, could you please stop in front of the grain and oil store in front of you."
The driver glanced at the navigation system and said in a very polite tone, "There is still a long way to the destination shown on the navigation system. Are you sure you want to get off here?"
Yang Yahui said sheepishly: "It's not that I don't know your kindness, it's just..."
She hesitated to speak, hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "It's just that this car is too luxurious, and the neighbors will talk about it. I'm afraid they will think too much about it."
Yang Yahui's words are not unreasonable. Most of the old neighbors here are grandparents in their seventies or eighties. When they have nothing to do, they carry a bamboo stool to the alley and sit there all day long.
There are so many neighbors coming and going, and every acquaintance passing by is about to become the topic of their day.
Yang Yahui's divorce was not a good one, especially the fact that the house was sealed. Almost everyone knows that if their mother and daughter are seen coming back in a luxury car, they don't know what will happen to them. What does it look like.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "I understand. After you two get off the car, I'll go find a parking space nearby. Just tell me in advance before you go out. I'll still be waiting here."
After not going home for a long time, Yang Yahui walked on this old road with many bumps and bumps that she had walked for nearly fifty years, with mixed feelings.
Once upon a time, this was her daily commute to school. She kicked the stones on the ground with her thick soles, dreaming of her future dreams.
When she graduated from technical secondary school, she found a job in a tailor shop on this road. She didn't know how to make clothes, but she could weave ropes and hand-rope necklaces, no matter what style they were.
It was during a delivery that she met Jian Shaobo. Jian Shaobo went to great lengths to ask someone to match him up with this woman whom he had met once in a tailor shop. Unfortunately, she had only been working for a few years, and she soon became Full-time wife.
One child, two children, and in the boring housework day by day, Yang Yahui didn't even know when she forgot her original self.
She became that housewife with no social experience, no work experience, and no friends.
"Xiao Hui?" The grandmother at the alley had sharp eyes, "How long has it been since you came back?"
The aunt next to her immediately recognized her, "Hey, An Ran is back too. It's been a long time since we last met. She's a grown-up girl now. She must have gone to college, right?"
Grandpa, who was leaning on the back of the bamboo chair, opened his eyes and said, "When she first went to college, her grandmother gave us eggs. You have forgotten all about it."
