Chapter 43: Mao Dazhuang
That strong urgency also affected Jian Tian, and when Yuan Lang went to bed at night, he suddenly found a thick oil paper bag under the pillow wrapped in layers of paper tickets, Yuan Lang was silent for a while and turned his head. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Jian Tian was biting the pen and thinking about the solution idea, and his little face was full of painful entanglements.
Yuan Lang took the heavy money in his hand and asked, "This... Did you put it under my pillow? ā
"yes, haven't you been short of money lately?" Jian Tian nodded of course, as if what she had done was just a trivial matter.
Yuan Lang didn't tell Jian Tian about her family affairs, so Jian Tian didn't know what Yuan Lang was doing with the money, but that's it, she was able to come up with so much money without even asking...
This heart was so heavy that Yuan Lang was at a loss.
"How can there be so many?" Rubbing the touch on his fingers, he didn't have to look to know that there were at least two or three hundred pieces here.
"Come and help me take a look, I won't do this question anyway." Jian Tian's mind was still on the exercise paper, and he replied casually to Yuan Lang's question: "Didn't I go back, I borrowed it from my parents and brother, don't worry, I'll pay it back when you have money." ā
After finishing speaking, he pulled Yuan Lang over, pouted and pointed to the topic unhappily, "It's so difficult, I can't figure it out." ā
Yuan Lang took the pen handed over by Jian Tian, and wrote down the process of solving the problem in two or three clicks, she wanted to say something more, but Jian Tian happily took the solved exercise, and said in annoyance: "Why didn't I think I could solve it like this... It's stupid..."
Jian Tian thumped his head twice and continued to devote his mind to the book.
Yuan Lang didn't want to disturb her anymore, so he put the oil paper package away, but he didn't see any words on the open book. One night, her eyes fell on Jian Tian, who was studying seriously on the side from time to time.
After Jian Tian finished a page of exercises, Yuan Lang snapped, closed the book, and sat next to Jian Tian.
For the first time, he was unprecedentedly serious, looked into Jian Tian's eyes and said, "You must be admitted to the university with me, and we will be together in the future." ā
has been together for so long, although Yuan Lang regards Jian Tian as a good friend, but until this moment, she is really and unreservedly and completely open her heart.
Jian Tian was stunned for a moment, and intuitively felt that something seemed to be different between the two.
She couldn't figure out what it was, but her animalistic instincts made her feel that it didn't seem like a bad thing.
"Then we're done." Jian Tianle and the little mouse in the field.
Her brother can say that Yuan Lang is very promising, he must hug her thighs and follow her closely, so he won't worry about it in the future, in addition to his own brother, there is another person to pull for himself.
This time, plus the money borrowed last time, and the remaining salary, Yuan Lang has a total of three hundred and thirty-four yuan.
As soon as the morning dawned, Yuan Lang went to the hospital with the money.
At night, Zhilang was keeping vigil, and Yuanlang had three or four days, but he took advantage of the noon gap during the day to come and see, and after staying for a while, he had to go back to work. Coupled with the fact that he was busy borrowing money everywhere, it was not clear how the current situation of Chaolang was progressing.
Every time I asked about my eldest brother-in-law, I said it was very good. I have to ask the attending hospital today, otherwise I always feel uncertain.
Yuan Lang counted the little money in his hand, the first skin graft surgery should be enough, and the rest....there will always be a way after that.
Yuan Lang thought very well, and when she rushed to Chaolang's ward, the bed that was still occupied yesterday was cleaned up by the nurse today and replaced with a new bedding, and the family members of the new patients who had already checked in were still standing in the room.
"What about the man in this hospital bed?" Yuan Lang asked in surprise as he pulled the nurse.
The nurse shook the sheets under her hand, glanced at Yuan Lang, and recognized that the other party was the original patient's family member.
So he replied kindly, "Don't you know? The original patient of this bed was discharged early in the morning. ā
"She's not well, why was she discharged from the hospital?" Yuan Lang was so shocked that his voice couldn't help but be a little high.
The nurse didn't care, but Yuan Lang, who still came back to her senses, pulled her face and smiled apologetically.
She had no idea that the person who was still in bed yesterday would be discharged from the hospital today...
"She is in a good state of recovery, since she doesn't wait for recovery surgery, the rest can be raised at home, the family should pay attention to the wound not to become inflamed and infected, pay attention to hygiene, and insist on changing dressings, it will be more troublesome. But it's less money for hospitalization every day, and your family agrees. The patient also nodded in agreement, and the doctor gave a discharge certificate. ā
"Okay, no, hurry up..."The family members of the new patients next to them saw that the nurse stopped talking to Yuan Lang, and suddenly showed a dissatisfied look on their faces, and urged again and again.
The nurse rolled her eyes angrily, "What's the urging, isn't it almost better now." ā
Yuan Lang turned around and left quickly, returned to the factory to take a day off, borrowed a bicycle and pedaled hard to Xie's house.
When I arrived at Xie's house, everyone was there, and Mother Xie was talking to Zhilang in the kitchen. The eldest brother-in-law, Xie Xiangbei, smoked a few puffs of dry tobacco in the yard with Xie's father, choking and coughing.
There was another person sitting on the stool with his back to him, Xie Xiangbei also snatched Xie's father's cigarette stick and handed it to the person, and smiled and motioned to the other party to try it too.
The man's head shook like a rattle, and his hands swung rapidly, "No, no, no, I... I don't smoke. ā
Looking at the back, it doesn't seem to be very tall, and looking from the direction of Yuan Lang, the person sitting on the stool looks like a stout child from a distance.
"Eh, why did the fifth sister come back?" Xie Xiangbei saw it first, smiled and waved his hand to greet.
Father Xie didn't even look at his daughter, only snorted coldly, "Why are you coming back?" ā
Yuan Lang didn't answer, and the first thing she saw was the person who stood up and grinned at herself-Mao Dazhuang.
How did he get here?
Xie Xiangbei saw that Yuan Lang had been staring at Mao Dazhuang, who was standing in place at a loss, and hurriedly introduced: "This is Da Zhuang, come and see Chaolang." ā
Yuan Langhu glanced at his eldest brother-in-law suspiciously, when did he become so attentive when he arrived at the Xie family?
Mao Dazhuang stood next to the tall Xie Xiangbei, not yet shoulder-high, with a pair of old round eyes, a lot of white hair in his hair, less than thirty years old, but he looked as old as a middle-aged man.
Yuan Lang is not disgusted with Mao Dazhuang, although this person is silent, he is friendly to others, but he treats his wife and children very badly.
"Why did you bring the second sister back?"
Yuan Lang suppressed his brain-rushing anger and asked in a calm tone as much as possible.
Father Xie interjected angrily: "Hospitalization has so much money every day, it's the same as burning money, where is it so expensive, come back and raise the same..."
Yuan Lang followed up on the cognition of Xie's father's widowhood.
"The second sister used to earn a lot every month, and she gave it to her family, and the money for hospitalization was more than enough."
Mother Xie took Zhilang's hand and shouted out of the kitchen, "You don't belong to the house, I don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are, where is there any leftover from the monthly flowers..."