The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"joke!"

Yan Cong slammed his hand on the table.

"A true man should never remain subservient to others!"

Liang Rumeng narrowed her eyes.

She showed her little tiger teeth and reached out to pinch Yan Cong's ear.

"What did you say?"

"Ouch, ouch, that hurts!"

Yan Cong quickly changed his tune.

"Baby was wrong, was wrong!"

"Mainly, I also need to take care of my grandma."

"What will happen to Grandma if I marry into her family?"

"Hmph~"

When Liang Rumeng heard him mention his grandmother, she felt it was inappropriate to continue bullying him, so she let go.

"Oh, right."

Yan Cong rubbed his ears.

Then, he wiped his hands clean and reached into his bag.

He took out a small box.

The box is opened.

The jade bracelet lay quietly inside.

The lights from the barbecue stall shone down on it, making the jade-like surface glow with a warm luster.

"promise."

"Grandma asked me to give this to you."

"Keep it safe, it's a family heirloom."

Liang Rumeng's eyes lit up immediately.

She reached out her hand, then withdrew it, asking somewhat uncertainly.

"Is this for me?"

"Hmm~"

Yan Cong made a gesture as if to stop.

"No? Then I'll take it back."

"Yan Cong!"

Liang Rumeng snatched the box and glared at him fiercely.

"You dare!"

Done.

She put the jade bracelet on her wrist.

The jade bracelet feels a bit cool.

When she applied it to her skin, her fingers recoiled slightly.

But after putting it on, she couldn't help but hold it up and examine it repeatedly under the light.

The more I looked at it, the higher my lips curled up.

aside,

Yan Cong looked at her and smiled.

"Baby, when you're on winter break, come back with me to see Grandma, okay?"

"I'll take you to meet Uncle Cheng's family while I'm at it."

Liang Rumeng stopped what she was doing.

She blushed quickly.

"Meet...meet the parents?"

"Hmm~"

"What's wrong? Are you shy?"

"nonsense!"

Liang Rumeng glared at him.

"Now I'm telling you, do you dare come with me to see my dad?"

"Cough cough..."

Yan Cong touched his nose.

"I have no house, no car, and no savings right now. If I go to see your dad, I'm afraid he'll break my legs."

He had seen a photo of Liang Rumeng's father.

The existence of dragon tattoos.

In their youth, they were often the top figures in their respective areas.

"So, I dare to do it?"

Liang Rumeng held the jade bracelet protectively on her wrist and muttered to herself.

"What if your grandma doesn't like me later?"

"It's fine."

Yan Cong lowered his voice a little.

"My grandma is very kind."

At this point, the smile in his eyes faded slightly.

"Besides, you know that too."

"My grandmother's Alzheimer's disease is getting worse and worse."

"A few days ago, Uncle Cheng called me again."

He said that she can barely even use chopsticks anymore.

"The meals that were delivered were all..."

Yan Cong choked.

"Grab it with your hands."

"Yan Cong..."

Liang Rumeng grasped his hand and stopped joking.

"I'll go."

"After you finish work, and after I start my winter break, let's go see Grandma, okay?"

"it is good."

The camera was raised to the level of that cheer.

The smoke from the barbecue stall slowly drifted into the night sky.

Be careful!

"good!"

Then, with that "good!", the screen dropped.

In front of a car.

Yan Cong and Liang Rumeng kissed goodbye.

He got into the car.

She stood by the roadside waving at the car.

The car gradually drove away.

This is a rideshare.

I was able to get all the way to his dormitory.

Aside from being a bit of a pain in the butt and taking a long time, there are no other problems.

"Hey, buddy."

The driver was a chatterbox; he started talking to me not long after we started driving.

"Was that your girlfriend just now?"

"Um."

Yan Cong leaned against the back seat and replied briefly, his voice sounding very tired.

The driver clicked his tongue twice.

"That sounds so tiring."

"Young man, you should be careful to restrain yourself."

"In youth, one does not know the value of gold; in old age, one can only weep at the sight of a writing brush."

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

"It's not because of that."

"oh?"

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Is it because of money?"

Yan Cong was silent for a moment, then rubbed his temples and responded.

"Um"

Some things have been bottled up for too long.

There was someone listening nearby today, so he spoke up.

"My parents both died on the front lines fighting against the monsters."

"It's just my grandma and me in my family, relying on each other for survival."

"hiss……"

The driver subconsciously replied.

"A superstar start!"

"..."

Yan Cong's lips twitched as he looked up at the rearview mirror.

The driver coughed lightly.

"Ahem, please continue."

That's the situation right now.

Yan Cong watched the streetlights flash by outside the car window.

"Grandma has Alzheimer's disease."

"If I don't get treatment in time, I'm afraid I'll forget about myself completely very soon."

The driver pursed his lips and fell silent.

"I asked the doctor."

"The treatment for this disease, including hospitalization and various other miscellaneous expenses, will cost around 300,000 yuan."

"Also, my dead parents left me a house with a mortgage after they died."

"There are still about 100,000 there."

"That adds up to about 400,000."

As he said this, he tugged at the corners of his mouth and gave a wry smile.

"Now, I've met another girl I want to marry."

"We'll accept the bride price."

"I want the car."

"What if they want to build a new house across the street?"

He muttered a curse under his breath.

"well……"

The driver remained silent for a moment.

"Hey buddy, how much do you earn each month?"

"How much can be stored?"

"Seven thousand a month."

"The factory provides accommodation; if you give up social security, you'll receive an additional 800 yuan."

"If I cook for myself, I can save seven thousand a month."

"I only have a little over 50,000 yuan on me right now."

The driver frowned upon hearing this.

"So how did your partner react when they found out you had so much pressure?"

"What kind of reaction can there be?"

Yan Cong leaned back in his chair, his voice sounding tired.

"She's still studying."

At most, I'll say, "It's okay, it'll get better."

"As for the others, she couldn't help even if she wanted to."

"Does she have any career path she'd like to pursue?"

"How's your martial arts talent?"

"direction?"

Yan Cong recalled the conversation at the barbecue stall and smiled somewhat helplessly.

"I just asked, and they knew nothing about it."

She said, "Why think so much now?"

"As for martial arts talent..."

As he said this, he looked at the rearview mirror.

"Master, does your wife have a talent for martial arts?"

The driver paused for a moment.

He then laughed helplessly.

"Too."

"Girls with martial arts talent wouldn't even look at us."