When she sees the new spring clothes worn by young girls on the street, she can't help but make two sets for herself.
She had originally imagined her married life to be drinking coffee and basking in the sun on a balcony full of roses.
That kind of exquisite romance and elegant leisure form a huge contrast with the dark and damp hutong buildings today.
It seems that only by making two nice sets of clothes for myself can I fill that gap.
Qu Mingjun is a person who plans his life very well. Although he only has a few dozen dollars left, according to his current spending plan, he will have no problem holding on for a few months until he finds a job.
The first time they quarreled was when Qu Mingjun discovered that there was only 80 cents left in the drawer.
It’s been less than a month!
Of the more than eighty yuan he had kept in the drawer, only less than one yuan was left.
After asking, I found out that Zhao Xueman used the money to make two dresses, watched two movies, and even had a few meals at a state-owned restaurant.
Qu Mingjun's face turned dark after hearing this. He didn't expect that Zhao Xueman was so bad at living.
He and Qiu Xia were married for more than four years, and until their divorce, Qiu Xia had never been to a state-owned restaurant once.
Qiu Xia never asked him for money on her own initiative. She would take whatever amount he gave her.
Then she would take care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation in an orderly manner. No matter his clothes or shoes and socks, they were always spotless, and there was never a wrinkle on his shirt or military uniform.
As for the food, it was always to his taste, and there was often fish and meat. Qiu Xia was obviously very good at housekeeping.
But Zhao Xueman seemed to only care about herself, and his food and clothing were not within her consideration.
He understood that she was in confinement after childbirth, but she would rather go out shopping and eat and drink. She never folded his clothes once, let alone brought him a bite to eat.
"That money is our living expenses for four months. You just spent it all like that. How are we going to live in the future?" Qu Mingjun's emotions that had been accumulating for a long time burst out.
"You feed me pickles and cabbages every day... Can I keep eating those things? I'm in confinement after giving birth!" Maybe because she had been acting for so long, Zhao Xueman even believed it herself.
Qu Mingjun opened his mouth, but finally softened his tone as if to compromise: "I know I have wronged you, I will find a job."
"You've been saying this for a month now. If you could have found it, you would have found it long ago. But think about how we're going to survive with only 80 cents left. Go find Qiu Xia and get back the money she gave her before!" Zhao Xueman spoke harshly. She felt that there was no need to pretend to be understanding anymore.
Qu Mingjun didn't expect Zhao Xueman to say such a thing, and he immediately objected loudly, "I remind you, you are not allowed to go to her again, let alone ask her for money!"
"Qu Mingjun! She killed our child, are you so cowardly?"
"It's okay if the child is gone. Do you think we can support the child like this now?"
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