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Huanhuan will take into account the problem of money in everything she does now, this is not the situation that Yan's mother wants to see.

However, the situation at home is uncertain from what her mother has changed, and she is powerless.

In the concept of Mother Yan, money is the warmest, coldest, most real, and most illusory thing in the world.

She has two passbooks, one with warm numbers and one with cold numbers. One is the love of Yan's father, and the other is the life of Yan's father.

Although the numbers are different, the torment that these numbers bring to Yan's mother is becoming clearer day by day. This pain has soaked into every bone crevice of Yan's mother's body with the flow of time.

She didn't want to use the money she had bought for her father's life. She wants people, she doesn't want money. But now she has no people, only money.

She is reluctant to use the money in this passbook because she can't accept it in her heart Watching the passage of the money, just like watching the passage of Daddy Yan's life, little by little, when the numbers on the passbook are gone, is there no trace of Daddy Yan in this world at all?

Therefore, she forgot the passbook for a long time and didn't even look at it.

But now, seeing that Yan Huan'er is so sensible, Yan's mother can't bear her being so bitter a few times, and she really wants to tell Yan Huan'er that with this extra amount of money in her family, she can live a better life.

But when the words came to her lips a few times, she couldn't open her mouth and said, "Huanhuan, this is your father's death insurance money, you can use it." ”

Yan's mother can't do it.

Therefore, Yan Huan'er didn't know that in the process of her schooling, the insurance company paid another amount of compensation for Yan's father's claim.

Yan's mother always thought that when Yan Huan'er grew up again, when she was about to get married, she would give her this money as it was, even if it was, even if it was Yan's father's dowry for his daughter.

Using this money to buy a dowry, instead of making it a small dish on the dinner table, or a certain piece of clothing on her body that will eventually fade and throw away, such an arrangement will make her mother feel better.

People sometimes have strange feelings. Always want to define everything around you according to your own ideas. Therefore, the same result may have different meanings in the eyes of different people.

Yan's mother's definition of this money is that it can't be eroded little by little by the years of life, and the money has to become something that can be seen, touched, and meaningful. For example, a house that can shelter from the wind and rain.

If Yan Huan'er can live in this house, Yan's mother will feel that Yan Huan'er is in the arms of Yan's father, so that Yan's mother's heart will be more steady.

Although the current life of the Yan family is hard, the current life, what the family supports is the love of Yan's father for Yan's mother.

Yan's mother likes this state of life. When she likes to take money, she thinks of the way Father Yan gives her money, and once a month, Father Yan is still there.

But seeing that Yan Huan'er seemed to be suffering, Yan's mother asked herself this question for the first time, whether to let Yan Huan'er decide for herself, whether she should use this later compensation now.

Looking at Yan Huan'er's happy face in front of her, Yan's mother opened her mouth several times to speak, but then moved her lips and didn't speak.

Yan Huan'er was there sorting out these withered branches with a little yellow flowers, and Xiao Yuan looked calm and safe with a faint smile on her face.

Yan Huan'er folded them into about the same length, looked around, found a few clean newspapers, and wrapped them.

It's a lot of bags.

Later, Yan's mother silently helped her put it in a clean plastic bag.

Looking back, although the life at home is a little bitter now, there is a world of difference from when Yan's father was there, but Yan Huan'er accepted it very well, she did not complain, she was decadent and depressed.

She quickly adapted to this frugal life, which is also good for Yan Huan'er's future life.

Thinking like this, Mother Yan pressed the thought again.

Several more days passed. The neighbors who came back from the village also went out by car one after another. A village seems to have lost a lot of people all of a sudden, and every family has a family member who is going to travel far today.

Motorcycles with suitcases strapped to their backs can be seen running out on the field roads.

Finally, everything will return to normal, the city will be lively again, and the countryside will be quiet again. A city full of empty villages is about to begin.

Old man Yan found out that the police station was at work today, and got up early in the morning. When he came down from the second floor, he was telling Yan Guojun to hurry up and wait for the meeting to do something.

Mother Yan naturally didn't need to scream, she had already gotten up early and started cooking. Grandma Yan also got up early, and cooperated with Yan's mother to make a fire there, and there was a puff of smoke and dust in the kitchen.

In the big pot, the glutinous rice dumplings, steamed buns, and siu mai that are often eaten in the countryside during the New Year were steamed, and a large pot of corn porridge was cooked, and a plate of pickles and small yellow croaker was fried, a piece of green vegetables, and a small plate of peanuts, which were neatly placed on the table.

Old Man Yan came over to take a look after washing, and scratched his head with satisfaction, alas, I'm afraid that I won't be blessed for a few years.

Everyone gathered around for breakfast, and Grandma Yan cleaned up and went to wash the dishes. Yan Guojun pushed the motorcycle out of the yard and prepared to go.

Old Man Yan asked Grandma Yan and Yan Huan'er to wait at home and cook by the way.

But Yan Huan'er didn't do anything after hearing it, so she had to go with her mother, and it was useless for Yan's mother to say it. Yan Huan'er faintly felt in her heart that this was a big deal, and she had to know the ins and outs, and her mother never reported good news and not bad news.

Grandma Yan said a few words to her, and seeing her resolute attitude, she didn't stop it anymore, and Old Man Yan finally had no choice, so he walked to the house next door, asked if the dog was there, and sent them to the police station in the township.

After a while, Yan Huan'er saw a sturdy young man wearing a cotton jacket and walking out of the wooden door with Old Man Yan.

Yan Huan'er and Yan's mother were assigned to sit on Yan Guojun's motorcycle.

Along the way, although Yan's mother tried her best not to let her body hit Yan Guojun, the bumps on the road still made her bump into Yan Guojun's back.

Yan's mother felt embarrassed several times, but there was nothing she could do. I had to hold on to a strap on the motorcycle seat more tightly, but I refused to grab Yan Guojun's clothes.

And let Yan Huan'er sit in front, she also refused. She likes to hold her mother's soft waist, and she feels very comfortable.