Chapter 226: Gilded Good Life
Unexpectedly, there was something about her. An Zhixia couldn't hold back the smile on her lips. She was just a vulgar person. She felt very happy when she saw people who picked on her suffer. When she heard the extremely lively and interesting sequel of the second day of the Chinese New Year, she almost laughed to the point of hurting herself.
When she got home humming a song, she saw her brother and sister-in-law each holding a hoe and turning the land again.
Fang Hongye rubbed her aching waist and asked with a smile, "Have you had lunch? There are still lion's head and rice from the cafeteria in the pot."
After eating Roujiamo and drinking a cup of five-grain soy milk, An Zhixia shook her head and couldn't help but cover her sore abdomen and began to tell them about the Xue family. "That Dongyun is also weird. She actually added such disgusting things and laxatives to the bowls for the guests. In the end, we didn't get tricked. The three of them drank it all. They tossed it for a whole day and a night. The smell in the yard didn't go away for three days."
After laughing, An Zhiqiu sighed, put down his hoe, washed his hands in the yard, and called his sister and wife to come in. On the dining table was a pearwood box the size of two palms. Its surface was smooth and slightly dark. I don't know how many times it has been touched lovingly by its owner.
"This is something that Grandma Niangtokang passed on to us," An Zhiqiu said as he took out a piece of wire from his pocket and poked it into the copper keyhole a few times. After a crisp click, the lock was opened.
The people in the room couldn't help but hold their breath, and An Zhiqiu solemnly opened the box.
When the top layer of burgundy velvet was lifted, seven yellowed and slightly wrinkled pieces of letter paper with tear marks were revealed. They turned out to be unsent letters written by An's mother to their biological father.
An Zhiqiu stroked the small calligraphy with trembling hands, which looked very similar to his sister's. He choked up and said, "This is my mother's handwriting. She wrote it!"
Seeing her brother was so excited, An Zhixia took it, opened it one by one and read softly: "My dear Qingling: This is the 237th day since you left. Our two lovely children were born. I couldn't help missing you and being happy about having them, so I picked up a pen and wrote this letter on the bed..."
Every year on their birthdays, An's mother would write a letter, and starting from the third year, she would also attach a photo of the three of them. In the photo, the beautiful woman always had a light sorrow between her brows, and the light in her eyes was gradually fading. Even if nothing unexpected happened, she was ready to leave them at any time.
Most of the letters described the growth of the brother and sister, mixed with her growing longing and memories for her lover, and occasionally a few words of guilt and longing for her relatives.
In the box were a cat-shaped mutton-fat jade pendant, a pair of mutton-fat jade bracelets, a blood-stained silver pocket watch, and two rows of small yellow croakers.
An Zhixia felt that her heart had been tempered by the bloody reality and became extremely strong. So she and her brother had a mother whose heart was so small that it could only hold love and who couldn't live without a man, and a father who had a close relationship with his lover with only the two words "Qing Ling" and died heroically on the battlefield?
"Brother, be happy. Mom has passed away for more than ten years, and you have married my sister-in-law and become the head of the family. We have a heroic father and inherited this box of property. Shouldn't we be happy and proud?" An Zhixia said with a smile, poking her brother's eyebrows, which were about to frown.
As she said this, she put the mutton-fat jade pendant and pocket watch in the box into her handkerchief, took out a third of the small yellow croaker, and pushed the rest of the things in front of Fang Hongye, "Sister-in-law, you should hurry up and have a child. When my brother becomes a father, he won't miss mother anymore."
"Who, who misses mom!" An Zhiqiu glared at her, and seeing his sister and wife looking at him worriedly, he sighed and said, "Well, actually, for her, this is the best destination. It's us who have dragged her down for several years."
He took out some more small yellow croakers from the box and stuffed them into the girl's arms: "Either you take them all, or we each take half."
An Zhixia stuck out her tongue at him, grabbed the letters and rushed back to her room.
"Sister, don't you leave one for me?"
"You're going to stay in bed and cry? Aren't you ashamed?" An Zhixia laughed, opened the door and replied, then closed it again.
After putting the things in the supermarket, An Zhixia sighed a little. Is there anything more important than being alive? She is an atheist. Even if she is reborn, she still firmly believes that life is only once! To die for an illusory love is an extremely irresponsible behavior to herself and her family.
Thinking about the ending of the brother and sister in the article, to put it bluntly, An's mother is not worthy of being a mother! She is not worthy of her brother's obsession with her.
Her anger grew so strong that she repeated the Heart Purification Mantra ten times.
"Sister, is Sister Zhixia here?" Pan Xiyu shouted outside the courtyard gate in a crisp voice.
When An Zhixia opened the door, her brother had already led people in.
Pan Xiyu came over and the two sisters took her arm in a friendly manner, "Sister, didn't I help you submit your manuscript today? I found out that on the 7th of next month, our Kyoto Performance Troupe will hold a large-scale spring performance troupe competition in the largest theater. They said they will report their work to the organization, and comrades from the TV station will record it on the spot, and audiences across the country can watch it live!
And each unit will issue a certain number of tickets and votes.
After the performances, the audience filled in their three favorite programs on the ballot. The top three performance groups will not only receive leadership awards, group competition trophies, and bonuses, but also have the opportunity to be promoted to the next level, and have the opportunity to go abroad to perform and exchange with foreign friends! "
"Then what?" An Zhixia wasn't too interested. Her shows were all bought out in one go, so it had nothing to do with her the moment the deal was made.
"Team leader Jiang nominated you to be the director of the entire group competition. She said that being able to design such a powerful, logically clear, and sublime script will definitely allow the entire group competition to be better presented to the leadership," Pan Xiyu said happily.
"Captain Jiang? The head of the Mingmei Performance Troupe?"
"Yes," Pan Xiyu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Captain Jiang is a low-key person. No one knows that her eldest aunt's husband's father is the general manager of the Jingdu Cultural Performance. So she still has a say. What do you think, Sister Zhixia, if you take this job, you will most likely be noticed by the leaders and transferred to a better department in the city center for development."
"I think being an ordinary salesperson is fine. The Kyoto Performance Troupe Competition has such an important performance, and they give it to a little-known comrade like me. Does the old leader agree? I'm afraid many actors will not be convinced, thinking that there is no one else in Kyoto. How can they let a 19-year-old girl with no background and no qualifications take on the responsibility?" An Zhixia thought it was impossible, even though she had real talent and knowledge.
"What's so difficult about this? Sister Zhixia, you have the chief deputy director in front of you, and you have the selected performance list in your hand. Just think of one or two good ideas and make a good reputation. This is a good job that others will fight for!"
(End of this chapter)
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