"Second Aunt, hurry home! My second uncle has fainted!" The person who came was Qian Dong, covered in sweat and panting heavily.
"ah?"
Liu Huiru panicked instantly and hurriedly tried to leave with Qian Dong, almost forgetting to take her small bag.
Qian Lai followed closely behind, carrying the bag, feeling slightly disappointed: it seemed that Qian Jiangang still held an important place in Liu Huiru's heart.
She swallowed back the words that were almost out of her mouth.
At this time, the Qian family's courtyard was already scattered with various odds and ends as they were packing up to move.
Liu Huiru was the first to rush into the bedroom, grabbing Qian Jiangang, who had just woken up, and heading to the hospital.
"What's wrong? It's nothing serious. Doctor Hu from the factory already got me some medicine."
Qian Jiangang shook off her hand, pressed his forehead, and looked worried.
Upon hearing that the group had been living in the abandoned workshop for several days, Qian Jiangang had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.
What he feared most came to pass! All the treasures he had carefully hidden were gone without a single one missing.
But he couldn't call the police, nor could he tell anyone, so he suffocated.
If those thieves find out and sell them for money...
Or, the police might take it as stolen goods... and they might even find out about your past...
I can't bear to think about it! I can't bear to think about it!
In short, it's like a mute eating bitter melon—unable to express their suffering.
He seemed to understand Qin Hongxiang's suffering.
He pitied himself, relying on these treasures to recklessly spend money to support his first wife. He thought that with this money as a safety net, his later years wouldn't be too bad.
It's over! It's all over! What's the difference between this and taking his life?
"What's wrong with you? Is your blood pressure high again?" Liu Huiru was still concerned about her husband.
"What's wrong? It's all because of your precious daughter." Qian Jiangang glared at Qian Lai, who was standing behind Liu Huiru, his old face filled with disgust. He turned over and faced away from the mother and daughter. "Let me tell you, we're broke right now. You have to return the money you gave to the Gu family."
Qian Lai sneered: "It's only been less than half a month, and your salary is already here? Oh, right. You gave it to your aunt. No money? Ask your aunt for it!"
"You!" Seeing Qian Lai's gloating expression, Qian Jiangang wanted nothing more than to get up and beat her. But as soon as he moved, his temples throbbed.
"Liu Huiru, you need to control your good daughter. Her father is so sick, and she's still making sarcastic remarks. Humph, I won't be able to go to work for the next two weeks; I'll have to take sick leave. Next month, I'm afraid we'll be starving."
“How could we starve? Qian Xiaozhen and Qian Dong, they both have salaries. You don’t usually take money from the younger generation, but right now, if the family is really in trouble, I think if everyone contributes a little, we can make up the difference.”
"Second Aunt, you don't know. My mother was taken away by the police yesterday! ... She might have to pay a fine to get out. My uncle is also worried about this..." Qian Dong found it difficult to speak and spoke haltingly.
"A fine? How much?"
"At least two hundred."
two hundred!
Liu Huiru's monthly salary is only 36.85 yuan, and Qian Jiangang's is only 45.68 yuan. Two hundred yuan is more than two months' salary for both of them!
"What if we can't pay?" Qian Lai asked.
"That would extend the detention period or even change the sentence."
"My aunt doesn't have much to do outside. Inside, someone delivers meals to her regularly for free, isn't that nice? It also gives her a more structured life."
She doesn't work and doesn't usually earn a salary. This time, consider it as earning two hundred yuan for the family. Why not? What's there to worry about?" Qian Lai smiled radiantly at Qian Dong, her rosy cheeks glowing.
"How...how could you be so heartless? She's so old after all...it's not as good as you say it is." Qian Dong was soft-hearted, like a woman, and couldn't stand up for herself when things got tough.
Qian Lai replied, and her eyes began to redden.
Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open.
"Auntie, Sister Lai Lai, we have guests at your house!"
The little girl, with her neat boyish short hair, shouted loudly into the main room as soon as she entered the door.
Upon hearing the sound, Qian Lai's face lit up instantly. He rushed out of the house like the wind and headed straight for the person in the yard.
"Teacher Yang, what brings you here!"
Overjoyed, he hugged Yang Tinghua and spun him around.
During the years when Qian Jiangang forced Qian Lai to live with her maternal grandmother in the countryside, Yang Tinghua took Liu Huiru's place and took care of Qian Lai in every way.
She was a university professor who was sent to Houfu Village during the major reforms.
During that period, not only were there no children in the village going to school, but even in the city, the school was no longer a place for learning.
But there's one exception: Old Liu's granddaughter. She's always carrying a book, quietly hiding in a corner, reading for a whole day.
The girl was pretty, with big, bright eyes and long, curled eyelashes. She stood out among the group of village children.
However, this child was too timid and was often ostracized by the other children in the village.
This reminded Yang Tinghua of himself. He was similarly different, and similarly disliked by those around him.
Two people who share the same plight feel a sense of kinship and mutual appreciation at this moment.
The girl disliked her name "Laidi" and wanted to change it. Knowing that Yang Tinghua was learned, she asked him for help.
Thus, he was given the single character "莱".
"The spring of Laiwu is as smooth as jade, and the lotus flowers are washed by clear ripples." Teacher Yang told her that this means "rising from the mud unsullied, remaining pure in a turbid world."
The girl loved her new name and was also deeply attracted to Mr. Yang, a teacher who was well-read and had an elegant demeanor.
Two people who love reading naturally found themselves getting along very well.
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