wear it lord god

Chapter 660 Knowledge Changes Destiny 11
In this way, from time to time, Xining has to sing against the lofty spirit of the body owner, who sacrifices himself and takes care of the whole family; abandons himself and Gu Dayi.

Resolutely do not use self-abuse-like ways of saving money, and resolutely do not remit more than a dime.All the extra money is used to repay the student loan every month, and the monthly repayment can be about [-].According to this calculation, within one year, all the student loans will be repaid.

It was paid back for five years before, five full years!I lived frugally, worked more than two jobs, and paid back for five years.Really drunk!
Not long after, someone called, it was a landline.

Xining looked at it, and it was the area code of the area where the university belongs.She frowned slightly and answered the phone.

"Hello, are you Zhao Yuanchun?"

Xining asked warily, "Who are you?"

"Oh, we are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Your mother reported to the police that you were missing. We found you through the mobile phone and wanted to ask about your situation."

Xining almost didn't laugh out loud!Missing?Only after receiving 1000 yuan for four months, I couldn't help but think of a way to dig her out.

She asked some more questions and was sure it was from the Municipal Public Security Bureau.Three days ago, Zhao's mother, accompanied by Zhao Lixia, went to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to report that her daughter was missing and asked to cooperate in the search.

Well, if it wasn't Zhao's mother's idea, it was the idea of ​​the master's college student brother.I really admire that this trick has been used.

In a separate office, there is good concealment.After thinking for a while, Xining let out a gasp: "Comrade policeman, don't let my mother find me, she wants to sell me to an old man and get the gift money to buy a house for my younger brother to marry a wife. I send money to my mother every month, if you don’t believe me, you can ask. I just started working and I don’t make much money, so I send her 1000 yuan a month to save money.”

When the policeman heard this, he was a little confused: "What era is it, and sons are still favored. If it is true, your mother needs to be educated."

Xi Ning said pitifully: "Don't tell me where I am, and don't ask about selling me to the old man, she won't admit it. Comrade policeman, please take pity on me and tell her, I I will make money and send it home, and let her stop looking for me, and one day I make a lot of money, I will definitely go back."

How pitiful, the image of a weak woman who is oppressed by patriarchal thoughts is ready to emerge, and the portrayal is quite in place.

The police felt a little sympathetic to her: "Got it, I will tell your mother, you should work hard and don't have too much mental burden. The law of our country advocates free marriage. You are also a college student, so you should know."

"Yes, yes, Comrade Police Officer, but it was not easy for my mother to raise me and my younger brother." Xi Ning said with trembling voice, "When my father died, I was eight years old and my younger brother was only four. My younger brother was weak and sick since he was a child, so I earned his tuition fees by working two or three jobs, and my own student loans have not been repaid. I really have no choice. But the country’s money, the country’s low-interest loans for poor students gave me the opportunity to realize my university dream, but I didn’t pay back the money. I can’t never pay the money owed to the country for the rest of my life, right? Comrade policeman, am I being selfish? , very unfilial?"

Zhao's mother would definitely say these words, so it's better for her to say them in advance.The family is not as big as the National University, how can the country owe money?

When the policeman heard this, he was angry: "What, you work two or three jobs to pay your brother's tuition, but you owe a student loan yourself? He is a young man, why is he weak and sick? When I came to the police station, I saw that he was fine. Yes. Leave this matter alone, work hard, your mother should be filial, and you should continue to remit the money you should remit. This is to praise you. As for your brother, he is an adult, so he should be a little bit responsible. "

Xi Ning almost didn't laugh, and quickly responded: "Yes, yes, you are right. Comrade policeman, I will start this month, try to save some money, and remit an extra [-] yuan to my mother."

For such a good citizen and filial girl, the police naturally gave the greatest tolerance.After a few soothing words, he hung up the phone.It should be to tell Zhao's mother that it is not a disappearance. Your daughter said that she will come back when she makes money.

If Zhao's mother keeps messing around, the police should not be vegetarians, and just say: "Didn't I send you money every month, how can I count it as missing?"

If you dislike the lack of money, the police will despise it even more, and prove that all this is true, and will push back: "Then how much do you want?"

The police should never disclose her mobile phone number and situation, so she can continue to make money with peace of mind.

Really, the salary of the county unit is [-], and it is not enough to give [-].Even if you give three thousand or four thousand, you will not be satisfied. This is a bottomless pit that cannot be filled.

In order to firmly control this cash cow, they have been tied together to live together, instilling all kinds of foolish and loyal thoughts, turning the brains with high IQs into foolish and loyal paranoia.Zhao's mother should change her career to become a psychiatrist, specializing in the diagnosis and treatment of those unfilial sons who gnaw on the old. They must be this type of master, even more powerful than the professional ones.

After hanging up the phone, a feeling of dissatisfaction emerged, as if she was condemning her, why did she slander her mother before it was time to exchange her body for the bride price.

Hehehe, that’s fine, declare the mission completed, go back and continue earning money to support the whole family, and hang yourself at the age of 30!What kind of slander is this, what she said is the truth, according to the life trajectory of the body owner, these things will happen sooner or later.

I didn't even bother to explain, so I just kicked away all the negative feelings and continued typing to make reports. Work is the most important thing.No job, no money!

When it was time to pay wages this month, she really remitted [-] yuan more. As a human being, you should be honest.

I didn't expect that there would be a sense of happiness and satisfaction in my heart like taking medicine, as if satisfying the filial piety of the body owner, I sent more money this month.

... Sure enough, this is a disease, not a serious one.

In order to cure this disease thoroughly, after Xining turned on the mobile phone with the old calling card, instead of dialing Zhao's mother's mobile phone, he sent a short message directly, just three words "remittance".Then turn off the phone and keep the phone off.

One month later, she remitted the money, and when she turned on her mobile phone, she was startled by the non-stop beeping short message notification sound like a cannonball. It was all from Zhao's mother and the owner's younger brother. of.

Didn't it mean that in the shutdown state, you can only accept news within two or three days?
Xi Ning looked up and down, and found that they were all sent within two days, a total of 27 messages.Randomly turned a few, almost did not laugh out.Are the mother and son writing essays or stories?Long-winded essays and sincere feelings, with this level of writing, Zhao Lixia should change to study liberal arts. After winning an award for writing, he is guaranteed to get a scholarship.

I don’t even look at the others, just delete them all with one click, and then send the three words “remitted”, and shut down!

Eight months later, when the spring blossoms and the loan is fully repaid, Xining called the school to inquire about the graduation certificate.

(End of this chapter)