Chapter 415
"I funded a little boy's studies. I would go there as soon as I was free. At that time, you were only sixteen or seven years old, but later you didn't go. I thought I'd never see you again. Unexpectedly, you showed up again."
Fang Fuling said, "later, I had to study hard in senior three. In addition, I had to prepare for the pot test. I seldom volunteered in the hospital, but instead donated money and materials."
"So you don't know how excited I am when I see you again." Liu Qingyun's voice was deep and full of joy.
Fang Fuling suddenly said with a smile, "so did our great film emperor have a secret love now? Have you been in secret love for so many years? Do I have such great charm?"
"Your beauty will naturally be seen by some people, such as me!" Liu Qingyun was serious, and Fang Fuling turned his head embarrassed: "erha should be impatient to walk so slowly."
Liu Qingyun laughed loudly: "then I'll take it for two laps first, and you walk slowly for a while?"
Seeing Liu Qingyun and Fang Fuling talking happily, Jiang Chan waved away the water mirror. Qingyuan blinked: "you did a good job. Do you take a break first or go directly to the next world?"
Jiang Chan held her head: "it's agreed to do more tasks during this period of time. I'd better do the tasks directly. Don't worry. I'll do what I promised you."
Qingyuan said to his finger, "I'm not urging you to do the task..."
Ginger cicada slightly lifted up the corner of her lips: "OK, I'll have a rest first?"
"Don't..." when seeing Jiang Chan's joking smile, Qingyuan knew that she was put forward by Jiang Chan, "OK, you have your own idea. I'm just polite to you."
Jiang Chan stretched out her hand and dialed the light group. She was distracted. "It's not necessary to be polite. We don't have to be so polite. Well, I'll look at the memory first. Go and help you."
"Ding Ling Ling! Ding Ling Ling!" Jiang Chan just opened her eyes and heard this deadly serial call. She calmly took over her mobile phone and endured the headache after a hangover. There was a grumpy voice: "Qiu Xin, what are you doing? The customers have arrived and you haven't come yet? I'll give you thirty minutes. If you don't come yet, you won't come tomorrow!"
"Then I'll resign. I won't accompany you! This month or so has just begun. I'll reward you for the salary these days."
He pinched his painful forehead, Jiang Chan said coldly, and then hung up the phone, no matter how angry the people on the other side of the mobile phone were.
With vain steps, Jiang Chan walked into the bathroom according to the memory of the original owner. The bathroom was very small. Then she contacted the layout of the room she had just seen. Jiang Chan shook her head.
The price of staying in a big city is that in this small house every day, most of the monthly salary is used to pay the rent, and the rest is very difficult to maintain their own expenses.
All day long sharpening the head of the drill camp, the leader will arrive immediately. If he doesn't do well, it's all the mistakes of his subordinates. On the contrary, all the credit will be paid to his superiors.
Just like now, it's a weekend break, but the immediate boss still calls to entertain customers. If it were the original owner, she would go without saying a word, but Jiang Chan resolutely ignored the former boss after seeing the original owner's life memory.
What the hell! Where can a capable person live? Have to make a living under a small manager? The top priority is not the company, but Feng Yuan, the mother of the original owner Qiu Xin.
It was this evening that Feng Yuan committed suicide at home. This is also the regret of the original owner in her life. She didn't know that her mother had suffered from severe depression for a long time, once had the tendency of self mutilation, and finally embarked on the road of suicide.
Hastily booked the nearest high-speed rail ticket. Regardless of the poor balance on the original owner's card, Jiang Chan packed up several clothes of the original owner and hurried all the way to the place where the original owner lived two hours later.
This is only a second tier city, which is much worse than the original financial city.
Seeing that the time was around 4:00 p.m., Jiang Chan was relieved. The old lady was sent to the hospital at more than 7:00 p.m. now she must still be at home.
There happened to be a vegetable market outside the community. Jiang Chan dragged his suitcase in and wandered around. When he came out, he came out with a bag of vegetables and fruits.
Feng Yuan lives on the fifth floor. This old community usually has no elevator. In addition, when Feng Yuan and his wife bought a house, they deliberately chose five plus six.
Jiang Chan was carrying a suitcase in one hand and a bag of vegetables in the other. Just after climbing three floors, she began to pant. Jiang Chan frowns. It's a common problem to sit in the office for a long time. It's a typical sub-health crowd.
Finally, she climbed to the fifth floor and looked at the closed door. Jiang Chan opened the door lazily and knocked on the door. She's tired to death, okay? When she settles down, she must take good exercise.
After knocking for a minute, someone came slowly to open the door. Looking at the old lady standing in the door, Jiang Chan's eyes were a little red, and the original owner was excited.
Compared with Jiang Chan's excitement, the old lady was very calm, her spirit was very low, even raising her eyelids seemed to take her a lot of time.
"Why did you come back at this time?"
Ginger cicada lowered her eyebrows and eyes. "I quit my job and came back to take refuge in you. Mom, you have to give me a meal to eat and take me in, otherwise I have to sleep on the main road tonight."
The old lady slowly moved away: "come in."
Jiang Chan dragged her suitcase into the door. It's more than five o'clock in the afternoon. It's dark and early in winter. It's already dark in the house. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and turned on the door light: "why don't you turn on the light at home? It's black."
If the old lady doesn't speak, she is always silent. Jiang Chan sighed silently, helped the old lady sit down on the sofa in the living room, found the remote control, found a cute favorite program, went around the kitchen and plugged in the electric kettle.
The old lady is at home alone, and the boundless loneliness can drive people crazy.
Feng Yao sat on the sofa like a wooden man, staring at the cute pets on TV. He didn't see anything.
Jiang Chan was not idle. While she was boiling water, she found a rag and cleaned the house roughly first. As for the detailed cleaning, she waited until dinner in the evening.
He washed the rag several times and looked at the much cleaner home with satisfaction. Jiang Chan nodded slightly and felt a lemon and a bottle of honey from the vegetable pocket. Jiang Chan quickly made a cup of honey lemon tea for the old lady.
Fang Fuling said, "later, I had to study hard in senior three. In addition, I had to prepare for the pot test. I seldom volunteered in the hospital, but instead donated money and materials."
"So you don't know how excited I am when I see you again." Liu Qingyun's voice was deep and full of joy.
Fang Fuling suddenly said with a smile, "so did our great film emperor have a secret love now? Have you been in secret love for so many years? Do I have such great charm?"
"Your beauty will naturally be seen by some people, such as me!" Liu Qingyun was serious, and Fang Fuling turned his head embarrassed: "erha should be impatient to walk so slowly."
Liu Qingyun laughed loudly: "then I'll take it for two laps first, and you walk slowly for a while?"
Seeing Liu Qingyun and Fang Fuling talking happily, Jiang Chan waved away the water mirror. Qingyuan blinked: "you did a good job. Do you take a break first or go directly to the next world?"
Jiang Chan held her head: "it's agreed to do more tasks during this period of time. I'd better do the tasks directly. Don't worry. I'll do what I promised you."
Qingyuan said to his finger, "I'm not urging you to do the task..."
Ginger cicada slightly lifted up the corner of her lips: "OK, I'll have a rest first?"
"Don't..." when seeing Jiang Chan's joking smile, Qingyuan knew that she was put forward by Jiang Chan, "OK, you have your own idea. I'm just polite to you."
Jiang Chan stretched out her hand and dialed the light group. She was distracted. "It's not necessary to be polite. We don't have to be so polite. Well, I'll look at the memory first. Go and help you."
"Ding Ling Ling! Ding Ling Ling!" Jiang Chan just opened her eyes and heard this deadly serial call. She calmly took over her mobile phone and endured the headache after a hangover. There was a grumpy voice: "Qiu Xin, what are you doing? The customers have arrived and you haven't come yet? I'll give you thirty minutes. If you don't come yet, you won't come tomorrow!"
"Then I'll resign. I won't accompany you! This month or so has just begun. I'll reward you for the salary these days."
He pinched his painful forehead, Jiang Chan said coldly, and then hung up the phone, no matter how angry the people on the other side of the mobile phone were.
With vain steps, Jiang Chan walked into the bathroom according to the memory of the original owner. The bathroom was very small. Then she contacted the layout of the room she had just seen. Jiang Chan shook her head.
The price of staying in a big city is that in this small house every day, most of the monthly salary is used to pay the rent, and the rest is very difficult to maintain their own expenses.
All day long sharpening the head of the drill camp, the leader will arrive immediately. If he doesn't do well, it's all the mistakes of his subordinates. On the contrary, all the credit will be paid to his superiors.
Just like now, it's a weekend break, but the immediate boss still calls to entertain customers. If it were the original owner, she would go without saying a word, but Jiang Chan resolutely ignored the former boss after seeing the original owner's life memory.
What the hell! Where can a capable person live? Have to make a living under a small manager? The top priority is not the company, but Feng Yuan, the mother of the original owner Qiu Xin.
It was this evening that Feng Yuan committed suicide at home. This is also the regret of the original owner in her life. She didn't know that her mother had suffered from severe depression for a long time, once had the tendency of self mutilation, and finally embarked on the road of suicide.
Hastily booked the nearest high-speed rail ticket. Regardless of the poor balance on the original owner's card, Jiang Chan packed up several clothes of the original owner and hurried all the way to the place where the original owner lived two hours later.
This is only a second tier city, which is much worse than the original financial city.
Seeing that the time was around 4:00 p.m., Jiang Chan was relieved. The old lady was sent to the hospital at more than 7:00 p.m. now she must still be at home.
There happened to be a vegetable market outside the community. Jiang Chan dragged his suitcase in and wandered around. When he came out, he came out with a bag of vegetables and fruits.
Feng Yuan lives on the fifth floor. This old community usually has no elevator. In addition, when Feng Yuan and his wife bought a house, they deliberately chose five plus six.
Jiang Chan was carrying a suitcase in one hand and a bag of vegetables in the other. Just after climbing three floors, she began to pant. Jiang Chan frowns. It's a common problem to sit in the office for a long time. It's a typical sub-health crowd.
Finally, she climbed to the fifth floor and looked at the closed door. Jiang Chan opened the door lazily and knocked on the door. She's tired to death, okay? When she settles down, she must take good exercise.
After knocking for a minute, someone came slowly to open the door. Looking at the old lady standing in the door, Jiang Chan's eyes were a little red, and the original owner was excited.
Compared with Jiang Chan's excitement, the old lady was very calm, her spirit was very low, even raising her eyelids seemed to take her a lot of time.
"Why did you come back at this time?"
Ginger cicada lowered her eyebrows and eyes. "I quit my job and came back to take refuge in you. Mom, you have to give me a meal to eat and take me in, otherwise I have to sleep on the main road tonight."
The old lady slowly moved away: "come in."
Jiang Chan dragged her suitcase into the door. It's more than five o'clock in the afternoon. It's dark and early in winter. It's already dark in the house. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and turned on the door light: "why don't you turn on the light at home? It's black."
If the old lady doesn't speak, she is always silent. Jiang Chan sighed silently, helped the old lady sit down on the sofa in the living room, found the remote control, found a cute favorite program, went around the kitchen and plugged in the electric kettle.
The old lady is at home alone, and the boundless loneliness can drive people crazy.
Feng Yao sat on the sofa like a wooden man, staring at the cute pets on TV. He didn't see anything.
Jiang Chan was not idle. While she was boiling water, she found a rag and cleaned the house roughly first. As for the detailed cleaning, she waited until dinner in the evening.
He washed the rag several times and looked at the much cleaner home with satisfaction. Jiang Chan nodded slightly and felt a lemon and a bottle of honey from the vegetable pocket. Jiang Chan quickly made a cup of honey lemon tea for the old lady.
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