Not every butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane.

The beginning remains the same, the ending remains the same. There was only a slight deviation in the process.

Last time, Ye Jingchu didn't catch up, and there was no next conversation.

The footsteps behind him were near, and a faint scent of soap could be smelled.

Ye Jingchu's advice at this time can be regarded as "adding drama", and he told Wu Hua very emotionally to find a way to cross out the quota in the countryside!

For later.

For the future!

Wu Hua looked at her for a while, and thought deeply, she should have known the cause and effect of this incident a long time ago, but she didn't tell herself first.

Oh, yes...... Since others can use their connections to squeeze out their own quota, they can naturally squeeze out her.

"It's understandable and acceptable." I was indeed a little uncomfortable in my heart, and there was a wave of anger. But after thinking about it, it still ...... Never mind.

If you live again, you should be able to see a lot of things. Let it pass in the past, and the flesh is pockmarked when it comes to it, after all, they once loved each other, and the old grudges are like smoke, and they are scattered.

Replying "thank you" is considered a break from "before"?

Wu Hua slowly turned around and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Father Ye, who was chasing after him quickly, with an arrogant attitude.

Xu is love for his daughter, and Ye's father, who caught up, was afraid that his daughter's attitude would be shaken, so as soon as he came up, he sang a black face and accused: "Na, it's really not that I look down on your background, you are a doll from a poor ravine, you can toss it like that again." I said it's broken, it's broken, and you don't want to pester Xiaojing. You also know the situation, in the future, we Xiaojing will be university teachers, but what about you? You're not in the same world at all, so there's no point in messing around? Doesn't make sense, right? ”

Wu Hua was stunned. I'm pestering her?

Hehe...... It's your daughter's name for me.

The change in attitude before and after this is really unexpected.

I didn't want to say more, but Father Ye suddenly inserted a lever, which made Wu Hua's heart suddenly move.

Turning around, facing Ye Jingchu, his expression was indifferent: "What if I may not be as you think in the future?"

"Hehe, who can say for sure what people sometimes encounter. If you really have that kind of opportunity, it's also your strength, but ......"

But are you a kid with that kind of life?

Ye Mu's yin and yang weird tone, although she didn't say the latter words, the meaning was already obvious, from beginning to end, she didn't look down on Wu Hua, let alone be her son-in-law.

"I still want to say my aunt's love, but I'm still okay."

When the words fell, Wu Hua seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then left. The back slowly disappeared into Ye Jingchu's sight, his pace was brisk and relaxed.

Relive a lifetime, even if it is not for the sake of Ye Jingchu's breath, he has to live a personal life! Wu Hua said to himself silently in his heart.

Ye Jingchu just stood like this, watching the back gradually disappear, and there was a trace of emptiness in his heart inexplicably, familiar and unfamiliar.

That back, as if I had never known Wu Hua, my former boyfriend!

Regret? Ye Jingchu asked herself in her heart, and immediately shook her head, her fate should not be tied to a man who has no future.

Afternoon.

On this day, Wu Hua did two things.

In order to celebrate, it can be regarded as self-liberation, and I paid out of my own pocket to invite a few brothers to a restaurant.

The second thing is to count the money.

He was alone in the dormitory, and after his brothers were full of wine and food, they organized a group to participate in the "hometown meeting" organized by the school.

On the table, there were a total of twenty-seven pieces and eight cents. Counted three times, yes.

Wu Hua sighed.

In my previous life, I was used to spending money lavishly, and I never took money seriously.

So, for a meal in the morning, the five people made thirty yuan and nine cents. The boss wiped it and spent thirty dollars and nine cents.

A meal back to before liberation.

Lack of money. The kind that is very lacking.

Wu Hua sat up from the bed, tore off a piece of white paper fiercely, and held a pen in his other hand to hold his chin.

Half an hour later, he was writing and drawing on paper.

Tuition fees for the second half, 23

Living expenses, 100 or more

Tobacco and alcohol money...... Well, at this time, it seems that there is no addiction to smoking, the cigarette money is saved, and the wine money is 50 or more

……

Total: 490

When he was done, he changed another piece of paper.

The life of the family is average, and a sum of money must be taken out to honor the elderly.

5000？ Forget it, this is enough for something, tentatively 10,000.

Finally, going to college, this is a big deal, and you can't be sloppy.

Wu Hua is studying at a secondary school teacher, and in the eyes of many people, the secondary school is probably the end of higher education.

However......

Wu Hua knows that after the technical secondary school, there will be universities, postgraduate examinations, doctors, and postdoctoral fellows. Then go abroad for further study.

It's a long way, in his previous life, he stopped at graduating from secondary school, and the original "stay in school" quota was robbed by others, so he had to go to remote mountainous areas to teach for eight years.

Wu Hua still remembers that remote mountain village. The lighting tools in the village are still in the stage of kerosene lamps, and at night, the darkness is out of sight, except for necessary things, where people are poor and even kerosene can be saved.

When Wu Hua was still teaching, he wasted a lot of effort and wrote several applications, and it took no less than five or six trips to the village, town, and even the county seat to make the people above remember this village that was about to be forgotten.

In the third year of volunteer teaching, the village was connected to electricity. When he saw the light bulb turned on, Wu Hua's mood was complicated, with excitement and helplessness.

And the turning point of fate is from here to change.

Eight years can change a lot of things and change a person.

Looking at the somewhat old light bulb above his head, Wu Hua shook his head resolutely: "Live again, I don't want to go to that ghost place if I am killed." ”

I made up my mind, and I suddenly felt a little unbearable in my heart. I have been with those simple villagers for eight years, after all, I have a strong feeling.

If you go, you can't go. But...... If you have the opportunity in the future, you will make a lot of money, and you may not be able to help those villagers.

Coming back to his senses, Wu Hua calculated his expenses for college on a piece of paper again.

Money for learning materials.

Tuition. Tuition. Cost of living. It's all money.

Total: 7,600 pieces.

Looking at this number, Wu Hua was a little confused!

In the 90s, what was the concept of tens of thousands of dollars at every turn?

In small and medium-sized cities, a building of more than 100 square meters was won for 30,000 yuan. Package repair, including water and electricity bills.

The salary of a general worker in a textile factory does not exceed 30 yuan per month.

Luxury goods are also available.

A big brother, more than 20,000.

One TV, three thousand.

A refrigerator, eight thousand.

Is it deformed?

No.

This is the norm in the market, and high-end products such as Big Brother have just begun to flow into the market, and the manufacturing cost is low. The reason why the price scares ordinary people is entirely due to the malicious speculation of the capitalists, and in the case of low productivity, the capital side pays more attention to creating the superiority of the nouveau riche.

The initial advent of the era of money worship and flaunting wealth was to grow wantonly in a series of deceptions and deceptions, rapidly corrupting the atmosphere of the entire society.

I still remember when I came back from that small mountain village after eight years of hard work.

In the face of the bright lights of the flowery city, one after another high-rise buildings, he is as small as an ant, stunned and dazed!

Eight years.

Let Wu Hua be out of touch with this era, like a primitive person returning from the mountains, being ridiculed and fiddled with by this era of rapid changes in the late 90s and early 20th centuries......