Bought a portion of the teriyaki. Chicken. Meat, a portion of scrambled vermicelli with bamboo shoots, scrambled eggs. Fragrant. intestines, and another bowl of nori soup.

A man in the row in front of her also served two vegetarian dishes and a bowl of rice.

She thought that at that time, she and Zhao Fang came here to eat, except for a few small dishes, they always ordered one. Fat. Cow pot, small. Chicken. Stewed mushrooms or something.

Just like now in the big winter, there is a present in front of you. Stew. The hot pot, she used to be out of school on Friday, and what she was most looking forward to was coming here with Zhao Fang.

Every next month, my father would send money to himself, and he never worried about running out of money to spend.

My mother often complained that the living expenses alone cost three or four thousand a month when I went to college.

Later, when I was in graduate school, I didn't ask my family for a penny, and the tutor's topic was good, and I could give her seven or eight thousand every month after the second year of graduate school, plus the school issued it, and I lived in the school that had just been built for 1200 a year. Sea. Downtown's top. Heroic. Otaku', life is very good. Multiply. Moistening.

I had an internship that I just graduated from last year, and I was poor to death. Day. Son, the low wages in small cities can easily make people feel that life is very difficult.

I don't know if it's too emotional, seeing the twenty-year-old big. Man. Eating it raw, she seemed to think of the winter five years ago.

The money on the body is all . Wave. Light. Suddenly, the family told her that her father was targeted by a small leader in the unit, and he always wanted to resign during that time.

When she returned to her dormitory from the library at night, it was snowing heavily, and she could see the whole trajectory of its fall under the street lamp.

At the end of the year, the money was only more than 300 yuan, and she felt cold in her heart at that time, whether she would have a winter vacation soon and no money to take a car.

"22 yuan."

She didn't know if the waiter had told her, but now there were people around the table on the side of the bill, one in front of the other.

"How much?" She looked as if she was telling her, and asked again.

"22 yuan." The cashier was still a little impatient, she knew very well that there were many students of this age, and they would really think that this meal was a bit expensive.

Zhang Yu couldn't believe it.

The three oval couches were all seated by one or two people, and the thirty-year-old woman in the middle was obviously about to be. Eat. It's over, it's thin. Drink. Soup.

She carried the food to the farthest corner of the diagonal corner, a long table for four people, and felt in her heart why she ordered so many dishes for only such a small amount of money.

She was ready to pay forty or fifty.

No wonder in Shanghai. Practice. The period is 150,000 or 60,000 yuan a year, and when her family asks her when she comes back for the New Year, she can only say that she has no money left.

For the New Year, I gave my parents 5,000 yuan, my little sister 1,000 New Year's money, and my relatives' children a little, and now I have more than 20,000 yuan in my hand.

She vowed that the next year would never be the same as last year.

I have seen many people on the Internet say that the only thing that can be left after a few years of work is five insurances and one housing fund.

She now checks the CPF again to see if it has arrived.

Obviously, the internship period is more than 1,000 yuan a month, and she doesn't know how to log in every month when she goes to work. Pay. How many times did Bori check it.

Because she can bring it up, she feels that the money here is more than spending. Pay. Treasure. I. The forehead is more realistic.

Now I'm hungry to the extreme, this braised dish. Chicken. Meat. It was doused with a layer of chili oil. Sauce. Red. Hue.

Harvest. Juice. The harvest was very good, and I just ate a piece. Sticky. It's a little bone. Chicken. Meat, as if. Thirsty. Drink when you can't get it. Previous. Mouth. Warm boiled water.

A short moment of a second or two in mind. Unfold. Wear. It's here. Pole. Dot.

The lights inside were not on, and a tall boy of twenty-seven or eighteen, who had just finished shopping for a place to find a place, walked in this direction and looked at her several times.

The boy is hidden. It's very well hidden, and it's quite long. Handsome, his expression has always been calm.

Of course, Zhang Yu noticed that after so many years, he was not as good at carving as before. Dressed up and then stood in the crowd, how many people would look at her like this.

She felt less and less worthy.

When to leave this restaurant and walk outside, she stood at the foot of Tianjingshan, a subway full of electric cars, still hesitating to go to Yiwu by the way.

Just across the road, the quickest way is to walk up to the third floor of the metro station again, through the passage that connects the two sides.

Walking so high from this 'temporary staircase' with hollowed-out feet, she was obviously not in the mood for that.

Looking at the street where she went to Southern Medical University, she used to come here often to cut her hair.

After all these years, she found that she still remembered its name: 'Tianyi', and later changed its name and moved a few shops to the side.

Everything else is. Guest. Museum.