Such a letter cannot be considered complete, but to everyone who cares about Chu Zhiyan, it is like the Crescent Lake in the desert, which can quench the thirst of life.
Yang Heyu didn't hold back, he handed the letter to his uncle as soon as he got home, and asked his uncle to quickly make a copy and send it to Uncle Chu, and then inform Uncle Xu.
Chu Rongsheng's leg was badly injured, and he sat in a rebuilt wheelchair to read letters. He could read a short letter for more than an hour.
Chen Caiyun was rubbing the clothes, with an unhappy face, and the clothes were rubbing "wheezing".
Chu Yuting shouted anxiously: "Mom, don't rub my sister's clothes, such beautiful clothes! I will wear them for me in the future!"
"Big sister! You don't have a sister anymore!" Chen Caiyun was not dissatisfied, she said proudly: "From now on, all the good things in this family are yours! They are all my precious bumps!"
She looked up at Chu Rongsheng, who looked like a dead person, smashed the clothes in her hands, and cursed: "Grandma's! I haven't received any money to go home for a month! Suspended without pay, how long will it last! What a funeral!" Men Xing, died early and passed away early, my mother is living a good life, let the mourning door Xing ruin and fuck her!"
The reason why Chu Rongsheng read the letter for so long was because he was tasting it. From Shen Shen's letter, he tasted the kind of life he imagined - that kind of exquisite life in big Shanghai, which is the good life Yan Bailing should have.
But he didn't shed tears, because his heart was already cold. Chu Rongsheng thought: Is that why the two of them can't treat him like that? If you don't want to give him any news, what is he? What the hell what kind of person is worthy of such cold and sparse words.
Chu Rongsheng folded the letter carefully and put it back in his pocket. He seemed to have aged in an instant, dangling like a lifeless oil lamp, which might go out at any time.
However, Chu Zhiyan was immersed in the huge freshness and grew wantonly.
In the 1990s, Shanghai was undoubtedly the fashion capital of the east. Prince trousers, fashion trousers and one-step skirts are all over the streets. In the winter of 1992, black trousers began to occupy the Bund.
But every woman, no matter what age, wears those black trousers, outlining various chaotic leg shapes, creating a short memory of the times.
Such clothes will never catch Zhou Manqing's eyes. She told Chu Zhiyan that she:
"If you want not to follow the trend, you must see yourself clearly. Be clear about your strengths and opportunities; more importantly, you must be clear about your shortcomings and weaknesses. Self-knowledge breeds self-confidence that is invincible. Do you understand, Nora? "
"I understand. Those who know others are valuable. Those who know themselves are wise."
Zhou Manqing looked at her and asked, "Do you like reading?"
Chu Zhiyan nodded.
Approval appeared in Zhou Manqing's eyes. She took Chu Zhiyan's hand, rubbed it for a while, and then said: "They are really good at playing the piano. It's a pity that they lack boy skills."
"Then can I still learn?"
Zhou Manqing replied: "Of course."
"Then can I go to school?"
"Learning is free will, and no one can stop your free will. Similarly, you should not make excuses, such as even if you are not on campus, your task is still heavy." Zhou Manqing paused and said: "There is you in the study I will personally teach you all the study materials, English and piano. I am very strict, so you have to be mentally prepared."
Chu Zhiyan nodded again and again, there was still a sentence in her heart that had been held back for many days, and Zhou Manqing saw it.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Ms. Zhou, do you live alone? Your familydon't come to see you?"
Zhou Manqing changed her face now, and she said: "Don't forget the rules of staying with me, be careful with your words and deeds, or I will kick you out, remember?!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com