The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 166 Rong Bai Yang (1)
Ye Qingran spent the new year and the new year in peace.

After my father was discharged from the hospital, he never returned home.She and her mother have fallen into an economic crisis, her father almost broke up with her and her mother, he no longer has money to support the family, she and her mother gritted their teeth, the family could no longer support two servants, Sun Ma quit her job, mother and Wu Mom also does some handwork every day to earn pocket money.Ye Qingran wrote, revised, and contributed manuscripts day and night, and finally saved enough for the tuition fees of the three of them for the new semester.

Tang Chengxun did not meet Mrs. Tang again as promised, and even evacuated the courtyard behind her house and locked the door.

Xueqi naturally did not follow her.

She reads the newspaper every day, and she is eagerly looking forward to seeing the announcement of divorce, but she has a faint fantasy in her heart, no, there should be no.

The fact is just like the ray of affection hidden in her heart, which has not been revealed to the world.

It has been a while since school started, and she repeats the peaceful and monotonous life of school, home and post office every day.She accepted the serials of four newspaper literary supplements, wrote in the spare time at school, wrote on the way home by tram, and continued to write when she returned home. Staying up late became an indispensable homework every day.She is like a tight spinning top, pushing forward with all her strength, never daring to slack off, she wants to make money to support her family.Although this kind of life is bitter, it is more enjoyable than a life without dignity.

Spring is already in the middle of it, but it can be chilly.

Early on Monday morning, she rushed to school with her schoolbag and a change of clothes as usual.

Mother took her to the tram stop.

"Momo, eat more at school, and don't rush your studies. Pay attention to safety!" He Yuxin instructed.

"Mom, I've written it all down. You can go back." She waved her hand on the tram window.

He Yuxin looked at the tram going away, feeling sad for a while.In the past two months, my daughter has experienced engagement and resignation, and she has lost a lot of weight. The clothes made years ago have become tighter and tighter after the next year. When the daughter comes home, she only writes and writes. There is rarely a smile on her face. A bit mature for his age.

Since the daughter has chosen such a path, she, the mother, just needs to accompany her on the journey.

Ye Qingran was sitting by the car window, a pencil in her hand kept moving, she was used to this kind of tight life, the homework in school was not tight, in order to find a job earlier, she insisted on a year in advance After completing the credits, she is busier than anyone else.Without the disturbance of that person, except for the occasional slight melancholy when thinking of his fragmentary words, my heart has returned to calm.

I have already sent several letters to Su Wen, but all of them fell into the sea.

She is used to this kind of waiting in the heavy study and writing.

Under the black glass of a black car running parallel to the tram, there is a man's stern and focused eyes.

He looked at the frail and busy figure of the woman not far away, and sighed faintly, getting thinner and thinner, didn't Tang Chengxun give you a good life?
In an inconspicuous small villa.

Tang Chengxun raised his head amidst the stacks of documents, rubbing his sore eyes.

Leaning on the teacher's chair, lighting a cigar.

The smoke curled up, and her shadow came uninvited again.

Since leaving the hospital, he has been tossing and turning between the main hall of Yanlong Hall and the military headquarters, using heavy work to numb himself and forget about the woman in his heart.For more than two months, not seeing her was just a game of inner struggle, all in vain, when he closed his eyes, it was her smiling face, and when he opened his eyes, it was her clear eyes.

It is so difficult to forget.

That love, to her, was like a gust of wind blowing, without leaving any trace, she continued to ignore his existence indifferently, but to herself, that forced love was deeply engraved in her heart, midnight was silent, That scene often comes to mind.

(End of this chapter)