Middle-aged love

Chapter 163 Not a simple disparity between rich and poor
When she reached the stairs, Gu Xia helped the stairs to calm down for a while before she felt a little strength to go downstairs.She knew that her face must be very red now, and she hoped no one would see the flaw.

Downstairs, Xu Limin was sitting on the sofa watching a TV series, maybe it was a comedy, she was rocking with laughter.Yang Yang and Wang Jinxuan were still playing chess, Gu Xia walked over quietly,

"Yangyang, we should go back",
Yang Yang stood up obediently, then picked up her schoolbag,
"Limin, we're going back," Gu Xia said,
"Ah, let's go now." Xu Limin stood up quickly, and then sent their mother and son to the door with Jinxuan.

The heating in Wang Dajun's house was very strong, and when she went out, Gu Xia couldn't help shivering, she hurriedly bent over to put on the Yangyang hat.

I don't know when, it snowed outside, and it was more and more eye-catching under the illumination of the street lamps.

"Mom, it's snowing", Yang Yang said excitedly, but Gu Xia just hummed.

Yang Yang sat on the back of the electric car, hugged her mother's waist tightly,

"Mom, are you cold?"

"It's okay, what's the matter son?" Gu Xia was wearing a mask, her voice seemed to be murmuring,

"I feel your body shaking," Yang Yang said truthfully,

"It's a bit cold, let's go home quickly," Gu Xia said, Yang Yang behind was silent, after a while, he suddenly said,
"Mom, it's too cold to ride an electric car in winter. When I grow up, I will definitely buy you a car, a big car like Jinxuan's father, so we won't be affected anymore."
Gu Xia was enduring hard work, hearing her son's words, she couldn't bear it anymore, tears gushed out, her body trembled uncontrollably,

"Mom, are you crying?" Yang Yang said nervously,

"Well, but my mother cried happily. My son is too sensible to know that he loves his mother. I am really happy, son."

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The son fell asleep, and Gu Xia gently closed the door.Standing outside the door, sighed softly, and then went to the bathroom.

Gu Xia stood in front of the washbasin, looking at herself in the mirror blankly. In the past ten years, the wind and rain have come and gone, and the proud Gu Xia back then has long since ceased to exist.At this time, the person in the mirror had a pale complexion, dim eyes, and fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. Looking at this face and thinking about Shen Juan's face, she looked at least four or five years older than Shen Juan.

In fact, the difference between her and Shen Juan is more than just this face? For example, that day, Shen Juan was sitting there making tea, elegant and demure, even in such a big event, she was still calm and calm.Looking at myself again, it's like, no, she's just an idiot.Shen Juan, Cai Liwei, and Cheng Zhijun were talking about the political situation, the international economy, and GDP, while she just listened blankly, in a fog, she didn't even know who the secretary of the province was, who the senior officials were who.But a few of them are talking about the origin of these leaders, their governance style, economic strategy,,,.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Gu Xia smiled miserably and burst into tears.The gap between her and them is no longer simply a difference in income between rich and poor, but a difference in class.

It's not that Gu Xia has never considered this situation before, but she has never felt it so clearly. For example, when Guo Junhuai had an accident, after Cai Liwei and Cheng Zhijun ran away, they often discussed together, but she was pushed aside. She knew that it wasn't that they did this on purpose, nor that they didn't believe her, but that she passed without the slightest meaning.

(End of this chapter)