The flip of life is like this, not embarrassing, not embarrassing, imperceptible. Bei Bei touched the little money in his pocket, afraid that it would not even be a hundred: "How much do you want?"

"I paid ten yuan on credit from the Internet café yesterday, buy a box of cigarettes for a while, stay overnight tonight, and leave me forty during the day tomorrow!" Peng Cheng counted where every penny would be spent to prove that he didn't ask for more money. Forty is indeed not much, and the Communist Party can't do anything big, and for the rich, it must not be too much.

Bei Bei took out the money from her pocket, a few messy banknotes, and more than a hundred yuan in the salary card, this is all her money, anyway, sooner or later, she has to borrow it, give it to him, it's just to borrow some early.

"We only have so much money left?" Peng Cheng asked with some surprise as he looked at the few crumpled cold-colored tickets in Beibei's hand.

"Hmm!" Babe answered, counting forty, and there was still a few left. She put the rest into her bag, stuffed the forty in her hand to Peng Cheng, and watched his thin white fingers tentatively take the money.

Both of them stared at the money, it was only forty, and the fragmentary forty was far less light than a ticket of fifty. Peng Cheng gently twisted the crumpled tickets, took out ten yuan, and stuffed them back into Beibei's hand.

"Then I'll give you thirty! ”

"No, you can keep it! By the end of the month, it will definitely not be enough, I will think of a way. Bei Bei really didn't want this money, and Peng Cheng's humility didn't make her much better, she knew that if she left the ten yuan, Peng Cheng would play with the Internet café on credit tomorrow, and it was the same with her back and hugging it, and it was the same as Shen.

"Daughter-in-law, then I won't ask you for money tomorrow, I'll figure it out myself, you don't have to worry about me. Peng Cheng lifted his shirt and took care of the money, and the person seemed to be happier, and he swore that he said this, as if he had made a great sacrifice, but the girl was even more unhappy.

"Well, then I'm leaving. ”

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Another half a year has passed, and after a long summer vacation, this year is finally going to be autumn.

On the afternoon of the first day, Peng Cheng called Beibei, it was a lazy afternoon, and the sun was not much worse than in summer. The sound of kicking and tapping footsteps, like shoes not being lifted, he walked happily, happy, he said that he felt that the game of League of Legends was too difficult to play, and he was annoyed all day long.

It's been a long time since he's spoken like this, like a bastard. He hadn't talked to Bei Bei for a long time, it was more like a show-off, in Peng Cheng's words, it was called bragging. He said that the game was too difficult, but he never said himself, it was like a basketball game, no matter how good a person is, he can't stand up to meeting four teammates who are cheating.

"Those people are too bad, daughter-in-law, and this game may be too difficult, too difficult. He sighed, as if the speech had arrived* "I really can't take it." No matter how helpless he said, Bei Bei could still hear the pride in his words, he laughed, but Bei Bei didn't want to laugh at all.

Roughly realized: "Daughter-in-law, can you show me work?"

The short summer in the Northeast, no matter how short it is, there are more than two months of scorching days, and the weather is too hot, and he is reluctant to go out. Bei Bei mentioned the FMCG salesman earlier, which was unprecedented, and the two hit it off. When the girl went home in the evening, she called her friend, and after a careful inquiry, she found that the work required a good means of transportation, which made people's high energy collapse, and everything had to be stopped.

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It's another half a month of summer-like torment, not only is it hot, but the key is that the money is gone.

Bei Bei walked alone on the road from the station to home, helpless about everything offline. After it was late, the wind was cooler, the sweat blowing on her cheeks, cold, she was a little numb, and she felt in her heart that the year passed so quickly, she didn't have time to savor the changes of that day, autumn is coming, this period of life is like a ginseng fruit swallowed in the stomach, so it was missed.

At the largest intersection near my home, the color of the signal lights has never been incomprehensible, one will be red and the other will be green, long and short. At the intersection opposite, a tall woman was waving her hand vigorously, Bei Bei stared at it in a daze, she saw the woman waving, but her mind was not there. It took a long time before she realized that the woman seemed to be waving to her, carefully identifying it, and then jumped out of the daze, isn't that Jingmei?

The red light changed, and this time she finally didn't miss the shorter green light, and walked two steps to the opposite side, and it was really Jingmei, next to her son who had just entered elementary school.

"Why are you here?" Bei Bei asked pretending to be happy, living so close, but she rarely met Jingmei, and since she opened her mouth to borrow money from Jingmei, she was even more reluctant to look for her.

"Drop my son off at class. ”

Jingmei has always spoken softly, reached out and touched her son's shoulder, she was fat again, wearing a black very old lace dress, her bloated figure can no longer see a trace of the shadow of school, and the person also looks shriveled and old, the skin seems to have lost its elasticity as long ago, but the smile on her face is delicate and vibrant.

"Why are you so fat?" Bei Bei was about to say, a bitter contest between women.

"After giving birth to my son, I can't go back. The child is the mother's shield, Jingmei glanced at her son proudly: "Come with me to the cram school and sit for a while! We haven't seen each other for a few days, I have to wait for my son to get out of class, let's just chat." ”

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The son is already very tall, he is said to be in elementary school, and he looks like he is in middle school, and he looks like Jingmei's husband. Bei Bei touched the child's round head, the touch was thick, and suddenly, she was a little melancholy.

"What's wrong, my children are so old, and you haven't gotten married yet?" Jingmei looked at Bei Bei's thoughtful appearance, as if she had guessed her thoughts.

"A little, but not much, I think children are actually quite scary. ”

The two of them walked side by side, and the children were always idle, so they ran to the front in three steps and two steps.

"It's really scary to have children, what's wrong?

"Not really. Bei Bei smiled bitterly, she thought of Peng Cheng, and marriage seemed to be even more distant.

"But Beibei, you don't have a good complexion, your face is sallow and sallow, aren't you happy?"

"If you're not happy, your face is sallow?" Bei Bei retorted disappretently, she was indeed unhappy, or what she was struggling with was that she was unhappy, and it had nothing to do with her sallow face.

"That's not it. Jingmei looked into the distance, avoided the edge very calmly, and turned her attention to her son: "Women are in a bad mood, their complexion is not good, you have something on your mind, are you a friend?"

"Nope. Bei Bei blurted out as if she was running away from something, so fast that people were suspicious.