Since that day, she has returned to Beicheng and has not been in contact with Ruan Jianglin for half a month.

If she doesn't reach out to him, he won't contact him.

Between them, there is always a gap that has been expanding, and there is always a cold war that has been stopped.

She thought a lot and did a lot during that time.

The only thing to be happy about is probably that the article has been revised countless times, and I am finally satisfied.

She changed the previous content in a mess, and then directly deleted it and started from scratch.

This time, Professor Qian was also very satisfied with her content after reading it, and two days after she handed it in, Professor Qian interviewed her once.

She had heard rumors in the academy that there was an exchange place for a student from the photography department to Yale University this year.

She didn't think that this place would fall on her head, after all, she knew very well that her own learning attitude in her major this semester was far from worthy of such a place.

When Professor Qian told her, she was inevitably a little surprised, she was a junior this year, but she didn't have any plans for the future, and she didn't have any clear goals.

This kind of confusion is something she has never had before, she has always been a person who has a clear plan for her life.

But now she's shaking, she's wavering.

She sat in front of the window with the slip and thought about it alone for a long time.

From dusk to evening, it was dark all the time, and she had mixed feelings, but she couldn't put pen to paper.

Professor Qian said that she did not have to worry about the problem of funding, and the school would bear it for her.

What worries her, what she is shaking, what is vacillating, is not a problem of money at all.

Her heart is very messy, like a tangled headphone cable, scattered, dripping and dotted, I don't know where to pick it up, I don't know where to untie it.

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Jiang Yan thought that life seemed to be a joke that kept being interpreted.

It seems that those things that lead people to despair and collapse will follow one after another as soon as they are started.

She never thought that Yang Sifang would contact her again, at least she thought that the two would never contact her again.

She didn't change her mobile phone number, but unilaterally deleted Yang Sifang.

When the call came, she only felt a little familiar, but she didn't remember who it was.

The mother in memory is mean, snarky, and snobbish.

Probably the word mother was also good to her, but she couldn't remember.

Jiang Yan thought that even if Yang Sifang had a bad life in this life, at least it would not end in ruin.

After all, she is such a good person, even if she is not happy with Zheng Fox, she will definitely find a way out for herself.

When he heard her voice, Jiang Yan felt a little like a world away.

Before she could speak, Yang Sifang talked a lot.

Probably because she had cancer, she asked Jiang Yan to take the money out for treatment.

Kidney cancer, now on dialysis, and the property used up when she divorced Zheng Fox, as far as her daughter is concerned, Jiang Yan must fulfill her obligations as a child.

Jiang Yan was a little touched, and when she heard it, she inevitably felt ridiculous, and she even laughed out loud.

Jiang Yan went to the hospital where Yang Sifang lived that afternoon, and listened to Yang Sifang's meaning, she had no medical score left, but when Jiang Yan entered, she still lived in the most luxurious single room.

Jiang Yan felt that in his life, he always seemed to be playing the role of Zhong Wuyan and Xia Yingchun when there was nothing to do.

Whether it was Ruan Jianglin or Yang Sifang, they only remembered her when she seemed to be a little useful.

Yang Sifang's meaning is very simple, she gave birth to Jiang Yan anyway, and now that she is sick, she naturally wants Jiang Yan to spread it for her.

Jiang Yan stared at Yang Sifang's face that had been covered with markings, probably after many times of dialysis, she was a little thin, her head was shaved, her face was pale, but the greed in her eyes could not be erased.

She said lightly: "I don't have any money." ”

Jiang Yan is telling the truth, she really doesn't have much money, and now it is a problem to ask her to take out two thousand yuan.

She was probably used to relying on Ruan Jianglin, and after following him, she quit her previous part-time job.

The rest of the scholarship before was also bought for Ruan Jianglin.

After hearing this, Yang Sifang picked up the water cup on the cabinet and smashed it on Jiang Yan's head.

She didn't have time to dodge, and the glass smashed her forehead, and then fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Thankfully, it was just cold water.

Her forehead instantly began to ooze blood, gurgling down, and she looked a little stretched out.

She didn't dare reach out to touch it because it hurt.

"You are a retribution! It's the scourge that your short-lived dad left me! I'm fortunate to have worked hard to support you, and you don't even want to take out the money to treat your mother! You don't have any money, do you? Aren't there some female college students being taken care of now? You go too! Go find one! ”

Her mood was very fluctuating, a pair of eyes seemed to jump out of her sockets, Jiang Yan was her last straw, she rushed over and grabbed Jiang Yan's arms and shook it: "Isn't it still possible to take out a loan?" There you go! There you go! ”

"Jiang Yan, can you save your mother? Help me! Yang Sifang kept shaking her body.

"You dream!" Jiang Yan roared angrily, tears came out at once, although she had a cold temperament, she was once a child, and she was also a child who longed for mother's love, but the reality always loved to slap her.

Jiang Yan felt that she had been smashed out of her concussion just now, her whole brain was spinning, Yang Sifang's screaming and tearing were very loud, and the blood on her forehead kept oozing out, blurring her eyes.

When the nurse heard the sound inside, she hurriedly came and pulled the two apart, and Jiang Yan fainted directly.

When she woke up, she had gauze wrapped around her forehead, and it was obvious that Yang Sifang's mental state was not so normal.

The nurse said that since Yang Sifang received treatment, her mental and emotional state has not been normal.

There are many stages of emotional changes in cancer patients, especially when they are afraid, they need the encouragement and companionship of their family members the most.

But since Yang Sifang was hospitalized, she has been the only one.

In the process of fighting cancer, along with the pain of the body, it is followed by mental torture, as if watching the countdown of one's life, and time is lost little by little.

She suffers from anxiety and agitation and is easily agitated.

Jiang Yan's forehead was seriously injured, and he made a cut, but it was dealt with in time, and the doctor said that if he took care of it well, he would not leave a scar.

That night, she stood at the door of Yang Sifang's hospital number for a long time in a hospital gown.

Regarding Yang Sifang's memory, she couldn't remember a trace of her good aspects in her mind.

She stood for a long time, until her legs went numb, and until a dull pain began to ache in her lower back, and she did not go back to her hospital room.

According to her temperament, she didn't want to care about Yang Sifang, but in the end, she still managed it.

(End of chapter)