An Hua attends classes during the day, and after class she would walk around, go to some scenic spots to see the scenery, or visit bookstores and scrap yards.
Although the items displayed in the scrap yard are not valuable, you can still find some small bargains if you look around.
For example, An Hua found an antique inkstone, a master-style purple clay pen holder, and a stack of Qing Dynasty-printed thread-bound books, all for a total of only a few dollars.
Of course, the staff at the scrap yard don’t know what antiques and masterpieces are.
After An Hua bought them, she put them all into her space.
An Hua's days were fulfilling and carefree. Except for the fact that she missed her children madly before going to bed at night, there were no disadvantages to such a life.
Qian Zhenzhen came to find An Hua a week later.
An Hua instinctively felt a sense of familiarity with this former best friend of the original owner when she first met her.
"Zhenzhen, come in and sit down..."
Qian Zhenzhen was wearing a simple work cloth uniform, her hair was cut very short, and her back was slightly hunched. She looked at An Hua at a loss, "You, you are still the same as before, there is no change."
An Hua smiled and said, "How can there be no change? I am already a mother of three children."
Qian Zhenzhen murmured: "I am also a mother of three children..."
Although she looked to be in her forties, An Hua's skin was tight and fair, and there was not a single trace of sexual torture on her face. It was obvious that she lived a life of luxury.
Once upon a time, they went out together and were praised as like real sisters.
Seeing Qian Zhenzhen in a daze, An Hua took the initiative to start a conversation, "Zhenzhen, how did you know I was back?"
Qian Zhenzhen came back to her senses and curled her lips, "I came to pack up my brother's belongings. I heard from the people in the courtyard that I came to see you."
"I've also heard about your family's situation. My condolences..." An Hua had a sad face. She remembered that Qian Zhenzhen married a painter who returned to China in the 1990s, and Qian Zhenzhen didn't look like she was living a good life. She guessed that her husband's family must have suffered as well.
An Huan opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort Qian Zhenzhen. She was afraid of exposing Qian Zhenzhen's scars.
Qian Zhenzhen gave a bitter smile and took the initiative to talk about her own situation.
"I believe you can tell from my current situation that I am not doing well. My husband... no, it should be my ex-husband, he is also in trouble."
"Are you divorced?"
Qian Zhenzhen nodded. "I divorced him right after the accident. There was no other way. If I didn't divorce him and draw a clear line, my two daughters would live in the shadow of their father for the rest of their lives—and he was the one who brought it up first."
"You just said you had three children?"
"The third one is a son, only one year old, born to me and my current husband... Yes, I remarried right after my divorce. He is a night soil collector, illiterate, and his wife had died. I love his father, and he is willing to protect me and my child."
Qian Zhenzhen narrated quietly, and Anhua saw a hint of forbearance in her expression.
It is also human nature. Qian Zhenzhen came from a scholarly family. If she was not forced by reality, she would never marry a night soil collector.
"What about you?" After talking for a while, Qian Zhenzhen had become much more confident and asked An Hua, "Tell me about your recent situation."
An Hua smiled and shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just like that, just live a simple life."
Live a quiet life...
In the past, this sentence was nothing special, but now at this moment, and with An Hua's background, it would be a great fortune for her to be able to live a simple life.
Qian Zhenzhen suddenly thought of An Huan's husband. She had also met Xiao Zhen. What was her feeling at that time? I felt that An Hua was pitiful and stupid. She actually married such a peasant just for a momentary impulse and ruined her whole life.
Now that I think about it, she was the stupid one. Although they both have good family backgrounds, Xiao Qi is a senior leader in the army, while the night soil collector is a bedbug who has to deal with feces every day.
Qian Zhenzhen frowned and vomited with nausea.
"What's wrong with you?" An Hua asked quickly.
"It's okay." Qian Zhenzhen waved her hands. She couldn't say that she just remembered the smell of her husband, right?
Qian Zhenzhen suddenly didn't want to chat with An Hua anymore. Whether it was An Hua's carefree face or her bright and beautiful cadre uniform, they all stimulated her vision.
"It's getting late, I should go back."
Qian Zhenzhen asked to leave, and An Hua didn't keep her any longer.
To An Hua at this time, Qian Zhenzhen was just an acquaintance.
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