"Lin Jianxue?" Dong Yulan was startled at first, then a vague, beautiful figure emerged in her mind. "Xiaoxue? Are you talking about... the girl from the Lin family who used to live in the same compound with us and later went to high school with you?"

Because her son and Lin Jianxue were deskmates in high school and lived in the same compound, Dong Yulan had some doubts about the pretty girl.

"...Are you still in contact with Xiaoxue?"

Fu Zhawei did not answer directly, but took out another letter from his bosom and handed it to his mother: "The letter is also here, you will know after you take a look."

Dong Yulan took the letter and unfolded it in the dim light.

The handwriting on the letter paper is neat and beautiful, with the delicacy and gentleness unique to girls.

The letter was signed with the three words "Lin Jianxue" clearly written on it.

The tone of the entire letter was sincere and earnest, and the wording was consistent with Lin Jianxue's past gentle and polite temperament.

Dong Yulan read through the letter word by word, her tense nerves finally relaxing. She let out a long sigh and carefully refolded the letter.

"It turns out to be Xiaoxue..." She murmured, "This child is so kind... Even after such a thing happened in our family, she still cares about us..."

With this letter, the origin of the money and notes was explained clearly.

Dong Yulan's face finally showed a hint of color as she finally let go of her worries.

but……

She frowned and asked hesitantly:

"You gave her our family heirloom?"

The bracelet was handed down from the Qing Palace and was passed down by the Fu family specifically to their daughter-in-law. It is priceless.

Just give it to the girl like that?

Fu Zhawei did not answer immediately. He just reached out and gently took the letter from his mother's hand, folded it carefully, and put it back into his inner pocket.

After doing all this, he raised his eyes and looked at his mother. His voice was very calm, and no emotion could be heard:

"Well, I gave it to her."

"What's more, even if I keep the bracelet and don't give it away, do you think... I can really keep it?"

He didn't say it explicitly, but Dong Yulan understood it instantly.

Yes, it can’t be kept.

With the Fu family in such a state today, those items that symbolized their past glory have long become hot potatoes. Keeping them is not only useless, but may also bring disaster.

Dong Yulan sighed softly, her fingertips trembling as she stroked the brand new stack of "Great Unity" coupons. She then picked up the colorful and diverse coupons. Grain coupons, meat coupons, cloth coupons...

The nerves that had been tense due to the worry about the unknown origin of the money were completely relaxed, and what came up was an even more turbulent and difficult to describe complex emotion.

It was a huge surprise, the relief of being saved from a desperate situation, but also the grievances, fears and sadness that had been pent up for too long.

"Woo..."

A suppressed sob escaped from the depths of Dong Yulan's throat.

It was as if she could no longer bear this sudden burden. Tears rolled down silently at first, one drop, two drops, hitting the stack of banknotes, leaving small stains.

Then, the suppressed crying became louder and louder, turning into uncontrollable sobs. Finally, she suddenly squatted down, buried her face deeply in the pile of banknotes and envelopes, as if she wanted to hold all the despair and hope in her arms, and burst into tears.

“Wuwu… Wuwu…”

Dong Yulan cried bitterly.

She really thought it through.

If Qingqing really can't make it, she will die with her daughter!

Her Qingqing is so small and timid, and is most afraid of the dark.

The road to the underworld was so dark and cold, how could she let her daughter wander alone? She had to accompany her and protect her...

But...but if she died, what would happen to her life?

Her son is only eighteen years old!

Ever since the incident at home, this once rebellious and high-spirited young man has become silent and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He no longer smiled and rarely spoke. His eyes, which were once as bright as stars, were now always filled with darkness and sadness that she could not understand.

He silently carried the weight of the family, shouldering all the burdens and hardships.

Seeing her son's back becoming more and more silent day by day, she, as a mother, felt so heartbroken as if it was being cut by a knife that she couldn't breathe due to the pain.

Now... now it's all right...

With this money and these tickets...

Dong Yulan held the thing in her arms tightly, as if it were a life-saving straw.

Looking at his mother who had always been patient and tolerant, now crying like a helpless child, Fu Zhawei's eyes became a little hot.

He stood silently for a while, then stretched out his long legs, walked to his mother's side, and squatted down.

He stretched out his somewhat stiff arms and gently, a little clumsily, hugged his mother's trembling shoulders.