novelraw Chapter 254: no sense of security
Chapter 254: no sense of security
Chapter 254 No sense of security
Along the way, Su Ziyu didn't speak, but held Shen Zhihuan's hand tightly.
There were many people walking back together. Although Shen Zhihuan was a little puzzled, it was hard to ask in detail.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Shen Zhihuan entered the door, a man blocked him behind the door.
The thin lips dropped eagerly at the first moment.
After a long time, the man was breathing unsteadily and carried Shen Zhihuan to the sofa.
"Did something happen?" Shen Zhihuan looked up at him.
It was still fine when I went out in the morning.
"Daughter-in-law, we will grow old together, right?" Su Ziyu's eyes were complicated.
"...You didn't do anything to feel sorry for me, right?" Shen Zhihuan looked at Su Ziyu suspiciously.
Su Ziyu almost spit out blood.
Is there nothing else in his little wife's mind other than empathy and breaking up shoes?
"Have you been drugged? Have you been tricked by someone else? Or have you been seduced? Your innocence is still there...well..."
Su Ziyu blocked her mouth fiercely.
She was afraid that if she continued to listen, her innocence would be lost.
After a while, my steady breathing became disrupted again.
The hands on her slender waist became harder and harder.
"Bang bang bang..."
From the knock on the door, you knew it was an older, unmarried young man.
"Su Ziyu, open the door!"
Su Ziyu just wanted to pretend not to hear.
The person outside the door opened his mouth to call for help.
"Go!" Shen Zhihuan pushed the man away and carried hot water into the bathroom to wash up.
By the time Su Ziyu sent away the annoying older unmarried young man, Shen Zhihuan had already curled up on the bed and fell asleep.
After a brief wash, Su Ziyu hugged his fragrant and soft little wife into his arms...
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other side
After removing the sutures, Shen Zhilan, who was discharged from the hospital and returned home, lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Yang Zhongyi turned his back to Shen Zhilan, feeling restless.
When I was in the country, although I didn't make much money, my life was much more comfortable.
Ever since he came to the capital, he always felt like a huge boulder was pressing on his chest, making him breathless all the time.
"Zhongyi, how much money does our family have now?" Afraid of waking up her son next to her, Shen Zhilan gently touched Yang Zhongyi with her elbow and whispered.
"Thirty-five yuan." Yang Zhongyi closed his eyes and spoke calmly.
The attitude cannot be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad.
"Didn't the salary just come out yesterday? Why is it only thirty-five yuan?" Shen Zhilan frowned and her voice rose a few degrees.
Her mother got the money for her hospitalization.
Even if she misses a few days of work this month, she should still have twenty-five yuan!
Thirty bucks for him.
The total should be at least fifty-five yuan.
How could it be only thirty-five yuan?
"I got twenty yuan for my mother." Yang Zhongyi's tone was still light.
"It's thirty tomorrow, and our family doesn't have any New Year's goods. If you give your mother so much money at once, are we going to have to live longer?" Shen Zhilan suddenly became angry.
Shen Zhimei, that good-for-nothing, had bacon, chicken and sausages all hung up in his house.
Candies, melon seeds, and peanuts were also prepared.
She hasn’t bought anything yet. He actually gave his mother so much money.
"We didn't get living expenses for my mother last month. Adding this month's living expenses, it's not exactly 20." Yang Zhongyi opened his eyes, with a strong sense of exhaustion.
Her monthly salary is thirty yuan, and his monthly salary is also thirty yuan. Their combined salary is sixty yuan. If he gives his mother ten yuan, they still have fifty yuan left.
The children spend most of their time at grandma's house, and the two of them rarely get together at home.
Because it is the canteen run by the factory, it is much cheaper than the state-owned restaurants. A meal is only ten cents, you can eat whatever you want, and there is a meat dish for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Although it was just a few bits of minced meat, it was still stained with oil and meat.
The two of them don't cook even a single meal and eat all their meals in the cafeteria, which costs less than 20 yuan a month.
There is still thirty yuan left.
After excluding some necessary expenses, if you don’t say too much a month, you can always have an extra ten yuan.
The result?
If he hadn't gone early today, he wouldn't have known that the goose feathers dumped into the trash can by the cleaners a few days ago were worth 180 yuan.
One hundred and eighty yuan…
A person who can't even afford ten yuan for living expenses spends one hundred and eighty yuan on a flashy down jacket? !
"Sanhong is at work, and my mother is also making cardboard boxes. The two of them earn dozens of dollars a month."
Why does she insist on them giving her living expenses?
Shen Zhilan didn't say this.
"Mingming is getting older year by year. How can we give Mingming a good life if we don't save some money?" Shen Zhilan sighed.
Yang Zhongyi curled his lips mockingly.
Saving money? !
In the three months since they've been here, apart from the thirty yuan they gave their mother, have they saved a penny?
The old lady Qian needs thirty yuan a month to make money, and her family of four can still save money for thirty yuan, but what about their family?
"Zhongyi, are you still blaming me for being deceived?" Shen Zhilan turned over and hugged Yang Zhongyi from behind.
Yang Zhongyi closed his eyes and said nothing.
The money is not his, can he blame it?
"Zhongyi, I also want to help you..." Shen Zhilan's hand went all the way down.
Yang Zhongyi grabbed her hand and said, "Go to bed early! We have to get up early tomorrow."
"Loyalty..." Shen Zhilan softened her tone.
"Go to sleep." Yang Zhongyi's voice sounded like a sigh.
"Zhongyi, please don't be angry, okay? I will listen to you in everything from now on." Shen Zhilan suddenly panicked.
In the past, as long as she took the initiative.
He will be extremely anxious.
But now...
"Go to sleep! It's getting late!" Yang Zhongyi closed his eyes tightly, his expression didn't change, and his tone was still calm.
"Zhongyi, please don't treat me like this, please, I feel bad." In the darkness, Shen Zhilan's voice was already crying.
"Because of the Chinese New Year holiday, I have been working overtime in the factory for several days in a row. I am really tired." Yang Zhongyi sighed.
In the past, when he went to work, he just assigned tasks and walked around, but most of the time he spent in the office drinking tea and reading newspapers.
Now, from going to work at 8 a.m. to getting off work at 5 p.m., he stays in a workshop that looks like an assembly line.
Especially during this period, because of the Chinese New Year holiday, I was busy until ten o'clock in the evening every day.
It’s eleven o’clock when I get home, tidy up, wash up, and go to bed.
At dawn, it's another day of boring assembly line work...
"Zhongyi, I will definitely send my living expenses to my mother on time in the future. Can you please stop being angry with me?" Shen Zhilan reached out and wiped the tears from her face.
"Mom said, let's go to their house for New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow and go to bed early!" Yang Zhongyi got up and used the light of the street lamp outside the window to tuck in the quilt for his son who was sleeping next to Shen Zhilan.
(End of chapter)