Fifteen years later, it was 1995. At that time, even if you set up a street stall, you could make a lot of money.
"If you had thrown me a hundred dollars, I wouldn't be as stingy as you." Wen Xin put her sunglasses on top of her head and walked towards her gracefully in her pointed red high heels.
Handing her a wad of money, he said, "Here is two thousand. It is 1995 now. You know what this time represents. Life has just begun. You hope I will die of cancer in your book, but I don't want to die like that. I hope you can live well."
Two thousand yuan in 1995 is equivalent to ten thousand yuan in later generations. As long as one is not extremely lazy, with Song Qian's vision in later generations, two thousand yuan is enough to make a fortune a million times. At worst, one can start some business and support oneself without worries about food and clothing.
Song Qian stared blankly at the money in her hand. When she finally looked up, Wen Xin had already put on sunglasses, opened the car door, and the red streamlined sedan sped away quickly.
The sun was scorching outside, and Song Qian felt as if she was in another world. She was no longer the naive girl in her twenties. She was already thirty-five years old. She held the stack of money tightly in her hand.
Wen Xin didn't know why she came to meet Song Qian. Perhaps in each other's hearts, they were best friends who had fallen out with each other, and they were also the only people from another world in this world. Would it really be a pleasure to see the other person living a miserable life?
Not really.
As a man who was becoming more and more accustomed to officialdom, Yan Zeyang also agreed with her to take this trip. He said: A person with money, a family and a career is always much safer than a down-and-out wanderer.
Because once you are rich, you dare not gamble.
Later, with the two thousand yuan given by Wen Xin, Victoria Song started reselling goods all over the country. Later, she opened her own store and her own chain of supermarkets. Later, she became a private entrepreneur. Later, when she was 38 years old, she had her own daughter.
She married a high school physics teacher, had a stable family, and had the life she wanted.
Wen Xin never saw her again because they were in different regions and circles, but they both knew that the other was living a better life than they had imagined.
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When Wen Xin was 48 years old, she became pregnant again.
After being shocked, she cried like a baby. How could she be pregnant again? Could the contraceptive herb that always worked fail to work?
In the past, all women had to have an IUD. Wen Xin went to the hospital and knew that it was not good for women in that era. How could she wear it when she had better things?
After walking around and making arrangements, she stopped wearing it. Then she turned around and told Yama that she was wearing it. Twenty-eight years had passed and there had been no problems.
Unexpectedly, when I was 48 years old, I stumbled. Although I drank it every day, I didn’t know whether it was because I developed drug resistance after drinking it for a long time or if there was a drug that slipped through the net, I suddenly became pregnant.
When I found out, it was more than just heartwarming and unbelievable.
Thanks to that notebook, he had accumulated merits over the years and now had risen to a high position. As a man in a high position, he was stunned when he heard that his 48-year-old wife was pregnant again.
Thanks to that diary, Yan Zeyang did a lot of things after he came to power, and many events changed imperceptibly, such as the early opening of the two-child policy to save the situation of later population decline.
But he never expected that his wife would get pregnant again at the age of 48.
When he got home, he saw his little wife throwing herself into his arms and crying. She was forty years old now, and he had already sat in the XXX position, but he still doted on her as he did in the past, and she was still like the little girl she was back then, and he liked to act coquettishly towards her in private.
The feelings between the two have not changed for more than 20 years.
"My son is getting married soon, and I'm going to be a grandmother. Wow, what should I do..."
Wen Xin was crying with snot and tears, and it was obvious that she was ashamed of herself. After all, she was already 48 years old.
Isn’t this what the saying goes, an old clam gives birth to a pearl? If she told others about it, everyone in her circle would laugh at her.
Although handsome guys often approach her on the street, she is, after all, the mother of a 27-year-old son who is getting married next year.
If it gets out, where will she put her face?
After receiving the call, Yama took her to a hospital for examination in a hurry.
Wen Xin was afraid of meeting acquaintances, so she deliberately avoided the military hospital and asked Yan Zeyang to take her to the farthest gynecological hospital for examination. It was a prefecture-level city hospital, and it happened to be a Saturday and Sunday, so there were many people registering. The gynecologist was a female doctor in her forties.
I don't know if it's because he sees too many patients, but he's a little numb, he seldom smiles, and his face is almost cold. A young couple came in, they were very good looking, the man looked to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, mature and steady, with an especially cold temperament, and a stern face, even uglier than that of a gynecologist. You can tell at a glance that he is a superior, not an ordinary person.
Look at this woman again, she is very delicate, wearing a peach pink dress. You can tell at a glance that she is a very well-maintained young woman. Her whole body is custom-made. With her delicate face and plump collagen, she looks only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
She looks like a female celebrity.
A successful man in his thirties, with a young woman in her twenties.
Gynecologists have seen this kind of situation many times. Nowadays, countless rich and powerful men have mistresses outside, all of whom are small stars or beautiful women. Once the women have children, they will be taken to the hospital on the city border for examination, which is quite far away and has few acquaintances there.
The gynecologist's attitude was very bad. She directly asked the woman to go behind the curtain and she wanted to have an examination.
Want to check? Although Wen Xin had given birth to a child, she was too young at that time and it was Yan Motou who did everything for her. After that, she didn't give birth for 28 years and was already unfamiliar with the process and had no idea of it.
And even though she has a child, there are many nannies and people taking care of the child. She is not the one who stays at home to watch the child and change his diapers. She can play with the child, take him on trips, and take him to eat at various delicious restaurants, but she doesn't take care of much else.
Both childbearing and parenting experience are almost non-existent.
I was a little bit nervous at this moment. The examination was quick. The gynecologist took off his gloves and found that this mistress didn't have any gynecological problems. Her skin was pink and healthy.
Finally, I asked her to take a urine test and other tests, and she was found to be healthy. The baby is now more than two months old and in good condition.
"Keep it or abort it?" the gynecologist asked casually while writing something on a piece of paper.
Wen Xin: “...Ah!” She looked helplessly at Yan Zeyang beside her.
The doctor had a sour face, and Yan Tangze had an even more sour face. He watched the female doctor coldly from the side with sharp eyes. The doctor with a sour face was really scared of being looked at. Not to mention that kind of gaze, just the aura, standing there, was really not something that ordinary people could bear. The doctor also muttered in his heart, who the hell knows what kind of big shots who come to the hospital are? At least this person with the demeanor is not that of an ordinary person. In the end, he restrained his expression.
"Abort it." Yan Zeyang took a long time to say these two words. He still remembered the fear Wen Xin felt when she gave birth more than 20 years ago. He didn't want Wen Xin to suffer anymore.
Wen Xin pulled Ze Yang's hand and shook it, "No..." The child was in her belly, and when she heard about having to abort it, she felt anxious.
The doctor thought to herself, as expected. She raised her head and glanced at the two people. The man's complexion was not very good, and the woman's was even worse, her face was pale. But even though she was pale, she still had a kind of pitiful beauty. This mistress was still quite attractive. She was not the kind of beauty who succumbed to vulgar desires. Instead, she was pure and lovely. She even pulled the man's sleeve with her fingers, which were so tender that they could be squeezed to make water come out.
I just don't know why, but the man in his late 40s looked a little familiar. The doctor didn't think much about it. She saw so many patients coming and going every day that she didn't have the time to remember people.
If you want to abort it, you need to arrange an operating room. "Name."
“Warm and cozy.”
"age."
Wen Xin paused and whispered, "Forty-eight years old."
"How many?"
"Forty-eight..."
"Forty-eight?" The doctor's eyes widened as he looked at the girl in front of him who was no more than twenty-eight years old.
When they arrived at the operating room, Wen Xin held the door and refused to go in. The nurse asked her to go in. She looked pitifully at Yan Zeyang who was standing at the door. Yan Zeyang wanted to be cruel, but after closing the door, he knocked it open again and took the emotionally broken Wen Xin home. When she got home, she lay in the quilt and cried.
Although it was embarrassing to have a baby in her belly, when it came time to abort, Wen Xin was reluctant to do so, and neither was Yan Mo Tou. He controlled his emotions and sent her in, but he regretted it as soon as he closed the door.
Wen Xin has a very good physique. Although she is 48 years old, she looks like a girl and her eggs are very active. But even so, giving birth at an advanced age is still dangerous, so Yan Zeyang invited the entire medical team to serve Wen Xin.
In order to ensure that Wen Xin and the baby in her belly would be safe and sound, the couple donated a lot of money. Wen Xin is now considered an invisible wealthy person. At this level, money is just a number that she will never be able to spend in her lifetime. In comparison, talent is the most important. Yan Zeyang donated most of the money in their accounts.
One hundred Hope Primary Schools were built.
Probably like the donated money and property, Wen Xin received blessings from millions of people. Her pregnancy and delivery went particularly smoothly. She suffered only a little during the delivery, which might be due to her long-term fitness training. She had a very good birth.
Mother and daughter are safe.
It's a little baby with the same fair skin as her mother.
Yan Zeyang had a daughter in his later years and doted on her. He would visit his daughter every day after work. Under the soft light at night, he watched the mother and daughter waiting for him on the sofa until they fell asleep. The big and small curled up on the sofa and slept soundly. His eyes revealed a satisfaction and happiness that he himself could not even detect.
He unbuttoned the royal blue cuffs of his shirt, untied his tie, called the babysitter who was coming over, walked to the sofa, looked at her for a long time, and then gave a loving kiss to his daughter's fair face and her face which was also plump and warm due to pregnancy.
…
When my daughter Xiao Yuxue was 100 days old, at Wen Xin's strong request, we took a family photo at our home in Kyoto.
Yan Fangcong, the son of the Wen family, had a girlfriend whom he had been dating for two years. Their relationship was relatively stable at that time, but he never brought his girlfriend home to meet his parents. His girlfriend only knew that he was a native of Kyoto.
After graduation, he passed the personnel bureau exam and entered a government agency. At first, his girlfriend didn't think there was anything special about him. He was very low-key. Although he had a car, it was just an ordinary Volkswagen model.
But as they spent more and more time together, the girlfriend slowly discovered from various daily details that her boyfriend's family was well off.
She once found someone in his mobile phone circle of friends jokingly calling him "Young Master" in the comments.
He seemed to be very popular in the unit and had a lot of friends. He could get approval documents that others couldn't, certain privileges, and access to high-level leaders. She also got admitted to the same agency and saw that the senior leaders were particularly polite to her.
This made the girlfriend vaguely feel that her boyfriend was not as simple as he seemed.
She once jokingly asked him, "Fang Cong, you are so handsome, do you look like your father or your mother?"
Fang Cong did not answer her question directly, but just smiled and said, "Do you think I'm handsome?"
"Of course you're handsome, you were the most handsome boy in school back then." The girlfriend looked at his face with starry eyes. She fell in love with him, and it all started with his looks.
Yan Fangcong said casually: "I am the ugliest one in the family."
"How is this possible?" the girlfriend exclaimed.
Yan Fangcong didn't say anything else. What he said was all true. People who had seen him said that he was handsome, but when he stood next to his parents, his brilliance would be overshadowed. He was very handsome when he was a child, but that might be because he was young, not necessarily when he grew up. He became ugly when he grew up, but in the eyes of others, he was still handsome. After all, the genes were there, so he couldn't be that ugly.
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Women's curiosity is so strong. Yan Fangcong's girlfriend tried to dig deeper and deeper into her boyfriend's ultimate identity, his family background, and everything he hid. She wanted to know. Once, when they were having dinner in a restaurant, he went to the bathroom and forgot to bring his cell phone. She picked up his cell phone and found a photo at the top of his photo album. It seemed to be a family photo.
He had never brought her to meet his family, so she was full of curiosity about them. She zoomed in and looked carefully, and saw a young couple in the family portrait. The man was in his thirties and the woman was in her twenties, both of them were very beautiful.
My girlfriend prides herself on her beauty, and she is one of the prettiest women around. But seeing this woman's delicate face and her brilliant smile still created a stunning beauty. She was holding a baby who seemed to be one month old in her arms, and she was sweetly leaning against the man in his thirties, smiling very happily.
There is also a couple in the photo, they are quite old, in their seventies or eighties, with gray hair but very neat, wearing glasses, and sitting on the sofa.
Are these Yan Fangcong’s grandparents? Are that young couple holding the child his sister and brother-in-law? The girlfriend was wondering why his parents were not there. She took a quick look and was suddenly stunned. She stared at the face of the old man sitting on the sofa and felt that he looked very familiar.
This, this is not...
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the handsome man in his thirties standing behind the sofa, a man who was even more mature and handsome than Yan Fangcong. She finally remembered who he was.
"Can you give it back to me?" Her boyfriend had walked out of the bathroom at some point, stood in front of her, and said to her calmly.
His girlfriend handed the phone back to him in a panic, "I just... just need to take a look."
Yan Fangcong said nothing, deleted the photo from his phone imperceptibly, and sat back in his chair in the dining room.
There was music playing in the restaurant and people talking quietly around them, but there was a suffocating silence between the two of them. The girlfriend was eager to break the deadlock, so she smiled and said, "That photo..."
"I'm done eating." Yan Fangcong interrupted her, "Let me take you home."
"oh."
Not long after, she was promoted and transferred out of the system, and naturally broke up with Yan Fangcong. She didn't want to break up, but after being separated for a long time, the feelings between them gradually faded.
Many years later, when the man in his thirties in the photo sat in that position, she realized what she had missed. It turned out that he was not her brother-in-law, but her father, who was sixty years old but looked only forty years old.
Later, she thought many days and nights that if she had not been so curious at that time, had not taken the phone, had not seen the photo, if she had followed him quietly, perhaps the ending would have been different.
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