No one can change their fate unless he has the ability to change it.

Jincheng is really small, and in the office of the third and fourth years, Xia Menghan buried himself in a pile of student composition books and fought hard.

She wore a pale pink loose thin coat, but this did not affect her good figure at all, she had a high nose bridge, a pair of apricot phoenix eyes were particularly expressive, and her natural millet hair was combed into an oblique Korean horse flower braid quite ironed, hanging quite ladylike from her shoulders, and the tail of the braid was pinned with two dark pink beaded hair ornaments, which made her whole person playful and cute.

In the past two days, she has been busy traveling on a business trip to listen to classes, and she has stacked a lot of homework, and there is no class scheduled this afternoon.

The mobile phone in the "Sweet Honey ......" handbag rang Teresa Teng's sweet personality ringtone.

Xia Menghan put down the pen in his hand, took out his mobile phone from his handbag, and glanced at the screen: "Xia Hanshan." ”

She was busy swiping the screen: "Dad, is there something wrong?" ”

"Menghan, come on, your mother vomited blood and is now in the Bumrungrad Hospital in town."

"Vomit blood!" Menghan "clucked" in his heart, his mother has always had a cough ** disease, which occurs every year in this cold autumn season, and has always taken traditional Chinese medicine, and the condition is sometimes good and sometimes bad, but today it is so serious.

"Okay, I'll get over there."

Menghan said, didn't bother to clean up the messy desk, grabbed the handbag, and hurriedly went downstairs.

She picked up the small electric car "Little Sparrow" parked there at noon from under the carport at the school gate, sat on it, quickly activated the electric door, and rushed to Bumrungrad Hospital.

Ten minutes later, she arrived at Bumrungrad Hospital's inpatient unit.

Her mother, Ji Cuilan, at this moment, was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, hanging on a drip.

"Mom-" She pounced on her mother, and was about to shout, but Xia Hanshan next to her hurriedly stopped her.

"Shhhh Your mom just fell asleep and the doctor told her to rest more. ”

Xia Hanshan glanced at the hanging bottle hanging at the head of his wife's bed, there was still more than half of the bottle, he sighed slightly, and motioned his daughter to go out with his hand.

Menghan understood, followed his father out of the door of the ward, and walked to the end of the corridor outside the ward.

"Dad, what's your mother's disease?" Seeing her father's solemn face, she couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice.

"Lung cancer." Xia Hanshan said in a deep voice.

"Lung cancer!" Menghan opened his mouth, "What did the doctor say?" ”

"There is hope for a cure!" Xia Hanshan said softly, "But it costs 500,000 yuan for surgery." ”

"Five hundred thousand." Menghan looked at her father and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, "Dad, since Mom's illness can be cured, 500,000 yuan is just a trivial matter for you." You asked me to come over because you want to go to the bank to withdraw money, then go ahead, my mother will be guarded by me. ”

Meng Han said that, and walked to the ward.

"Wait, Menghan, there's no money in the bank." Xia Hanshan leaned on a plastic-backed chair in the corridor and sat down.

How is it possible, Xia Hanshan, a real estate tycoon who has always been high-spirited, has no money? Is Dad kidding? But looking at his solemn face, it doesn't look like how can Dad be joking at this critical juncture.

"Why? Dad, have you made a mistake? She turned back and asked curiously.

"I went bankrupt, and that was two months ago." Xia Hanshan's face was pale, and he had a fight with his wife on the sickbed, and the tiredness on his body became obvious in the past few days, "The property that Jingdecheng invested in before has become a ghost town. ”

A slice of the sky tilted and pressed against her.

Menghan's breathing became short, she stepped forward a few steps, and held her father's hand tightly, the hands with brown skin looked so vicissitudes now, with the fatigue on his body, and the melancholy in his eyes.

She looked up at her father again, she hadn't noticed before, but now she saw it, and there was a trace of silver hair growing on his father's head, he was much older than he was a year ago, her father!

Then, the sky above her is really about to collapse, and her father who grew up like a tree shades her!

"Dad, don't scare me, is it true?" She snorted.

"I'm telling the truth, two years ago I put all my money into Jingdecheng, and now the house in that place can't be sold, and I already have a building in my hand that was blasted last month because of quality problems. As a result, our family's economy can be said to be paralyzed, and even your mother's surgery fee has become a problem. ”

"Dad, my brother and sister-in-law don't run clothing stores, they must have some money in their hands."

"Hanwen's business has just started, and he has no savings in his hands, and the money that your mother was admitted to the hospital in the afternoon was just sent by the couple and the couple. In order to make up for the cost of admission, Jiajia's interest classes this semester have been cancelled. ”

Jiajia is the son of Menghan's brother, seven years old, with a small flat head and big eyes, and Menghan often plays with him during holidays.

Xia Hanshan said, glancing at his daughter, the love in his eyes was still the same, but he felt a little more regretful, "However, this problem is still a solution, it mainly depends on your attitude, Hanhan." ”

"Me?" Menghan pointed her index finger at herself, opened her mouth wide, and she was puzzled, "My attitude, why?" ”

"Do you remember that uncle? Nian Junhong. Hanshan asked.

"Remember, the last time you passed by our school with him, he invited us to dinner." Menghan nodded, the "outdated king", "How does this matter have anything to do with him?" ”

"Uncle Nian's wife died a few years ago, and just now I called him to borrow money, and he told me that as long as you are willing to marry him, he will help our family through this difficult time."

"Smack", the handbag fell to the ground: "Dad, do you mean to say that you want me to marry Nian Junhong?" That old man who is about your age. ”

"This kid, how can you talk about people so old. In fact, he was a few years younger than me, and at best he was an 'uncle'. Uncle Nian was widowed in his early years, and he was a little older, but his assets were hundreds of millions, and he couldn't look down on how many girls dreamed of being his wife. ”

So, she was taken care of, she laughed, a little helpless, oh, she didn't want to be looked at like this.

"Is there no other way than to marry Uncle Nian?" Menghan still has a glimmer of hope, oh, she doesn't want such luck, and the psychology of resistance arises-

She didn't want to marry that old man, how could she accept an old man who was about the same age as her father as her husband.

A young face flashed through her mind, handsome, vibrant, motivated, and affectionate.

Oh, An Ziyu, the person she is going to marry in the future is An Ziyu, she doesn't want to marry that bad old man with a young age.

An Ziyu is a classmate of Menghan University, they met on campus, they have been in love for more than a year, after graduation, they applied online together, and were lucky to be arranged to teach in the same city.

However, there is still a way, and her eyes rolled: "Dad, you can go to the bank for a loan!"

"The bank already owes two million, and I've been blacklisted. Don't give me a chance. One month! Menghan, they only gave me a month! Within a month, if I don't pay off the bank loan, the rest of my property, including the small bungalow we live in now, will be taken by the bank. Before this, I also asked other friends to borrow money, they may have learned about me, and they all avoided my calls, only Nian Junhong was willing to help with this, but this Nian Junhong has always advocated fair trade, so he put forward this harsh condition to me. ”

Xia Hanshan sighed, he glanced at his daughter, lowered his head, and put his ten fingers in his hair.

Menghan, the "little lover" he has loved since he was a child, asked him to give her to the young Junhong who was about his age as his wife, and when that guy made this shameless request to him, he had cursed it thousands of times in his heart.

After a long time, he raised his head, his melancholy eyes were bloodshot, and he blew his nose: "Hanhan, think about it, Dad doesn't force you, if you really can't do it, forget it." ”

With that, he stood up, turned in the direction of the ward, and walked toward his wife's room, staggering—a gait that should not have belonged to his age.

Menghan's heart tightened, she stomped her foot violently, it's just a big deal, it's a lifetime.

She called out in the direction of his father's departure, and resolutely stopped her father: "Dad, wait, I promise you, marry Uncle Nian." No, it's Nian Junhong. ”

Xia Hanshan stopped, turned his head, and looked at his daughter, the afternoon sun shone on the Xia family's villa, making the interior of this small western-style building brighter, and the brightness of this floor also shone on his daughter's young face, she was so youthful and bright.

He gritted his teeth: "Then, Menghan, find a time to meet that young Junhong." ”

"Hmm!" Menghan replied——

Surrender to fate! You're just a teacher, you're paid a small salary, and you can only be so low-income forever! Can it be reversed?

Home, this has always been a warm and warm home, she doesn't want it to be taken away by the bank.

This home, where she has lived for more than 20 years, is full of family affection. How could she let her family lose it?

And, Mom, she wants her to live! Early stage lung cancer is completely curable, and her mother can be by her side as long as she is properly cared for after surgery.

Also, Jiajia, that lovely little nephew, she doesn't want him to rent a house with his parents like those children from other places, which is unfair to him.

Also, her father, Xia Hanshan, she didn't want him to be tired forever, she knew that he couldn't be as energetic as before, but at least, he didn't look so helpless like he did now.

If sacrificing her happiness alone can be exchanged for the well-being, happiness and fulfillment of the whole family, then what is there to fear.

So be it!

Farewell Ziyu, we have no chance to stay together in this life, oh, I'm starting to regret knowing you a little now.

Thinking so, Menghan turned to her father: "Then this weekend, and save yourself from taking time off." ”

"It's fine." Xia Hanshan once again glanced at his daughter seriously, and the latter's face was calm, without excessive emotional reactions.

Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and continued to walk towards his wife's hospital room step by step, but now, his steps were obviously stronger.