The white jasmine flowers that grow on their own in the weeds on the side of the street crossroads are filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

Against the backdrop of wild grass, it stands out from the crowd and is a little beautiful and enviable. People passing by will always look at each other, and finally sigh with a sigh of 'this kind of place can grow, it's really tenacious...', and then slowly leave.

Chen Zhao was standing at the intersection at the moment, looking at the white jasmine with some blankness.

After staring at it for a long time, suddenly he stretched out his hand and folded the flower off in the disgust and surprise of other passers-by.

....

It was already early in the morning, but Chen Zhao seemed to still exist in the night.

When he came out of the hospital, he was wrapped in sleepiness after not sleeping all night, and in this tiredness, he could still see a trace of extreme exhaustion mixed with it.

This is different from the kind of exertion he had been born in the past, not because of physical or work...

Purely for the sake of life.

Yes, the reason is that he is short of money ...

Of course, Chen Zhao has always been short of money. But he usually knows that as long as he can work hard, the family can live, his daughter and Xia Qing will not starve, and the guilt of not being able to support the family will naturally disappear.

But now it's different.

He felt helpless.

My daughter's sudden illness also had to be hospitalized after surgery, and the medical expenses totaled more than 1,500.

He couldn't come up with the money.

There may only be one or two hundred yuan at home for Xia Qing's living expenses at home alone, can he ask Xia Qing if he wants it? Furthermore, is it enough?

If it weren't for the little nurse who went to apologize, he said, "You go to make up the hospitalization fee first, and my money can be repaid later," Chen Zhao didn't know what to do with the 700 yuan.

He thought about how to scrape together the money. But among the people I know, how can Yu Yazhi's mother speak shamelessly when her mother died? I don't know how much money I owe Zhang Jun, and I don't say if he has any money, and if he does, it is impossible to look for him again.

And parents don't even give their daughter's tuition, what else can they ask?

Not only that, the job has not been confirmed, he has to take care of Xia Qing at the same time, and take care of the family's rice and vegetables, water and electricity rent...

Chen Zhao felt like he was about to collapse.

He didn't know what he was going to do to get the money. Even if the construction site is two hundred a day, he will have to make up for many days, and when he gets there, it will be too late, right? My daughter is hospitalized!

Let Xia Qing borrow money?

This thought was immediately stifled by Chen Zhao. Yes, this is the only point that he cannot touch.

How's that to be?

When he saw the beautiful jasmine in his hand, he gritted his teeth at the contrasting mockery. Tenacious? Can life survive with tenacity? Thinking of this, he threw the flowers into the trash bin beside him.

This rude behavior caused several passers-by to show dissatisfaction and were about to reprimand, but because of the undisguised anxiety and numbness in Chen Zhao's eyes, they all shut up silently.

The morning breeze in summer is rare.

Even in the morning, the weather gradually warms up and makes people sweat and disgusted. Today, however, the pleasant cool breeze is a bit unusual. It's just that no matter how the wind blows, it can't calm Chen Zhao's heart.

When she got home and opened the door, Xia Qing didn't seem to sleep much, her eyes were a little heavy, because Chen Zhao's mobile phone was out of battery, she could only wait at home uneasily.

Seeing Chen Zhao's expression, she was a little panicked, "How is Xiaole?" ”

"Pediatric acute appendicitis. Surgery. He will be hospitalized for half a month. After Chen Zhao finished answering, he sat on the bench, looking at the wall that was blackened and greasy by the smoke, and was stunned.

Xia Qing actually wanted to continue asking, but it could be seen that Chen Zhao's complicated and depressed expression could only be silent, and he didn't ask him why he didn't go to work or something like that.

The two of them slowly boiled in this strange atmosphere. It wasn't until noon that Chen Zhao accidentally leaned on the edge of the table and fell asleep, Xia Qing let out a faint sigh, lowered his head, hesitated for a while, and took out his mobile phone.

....

The night was already dark.

It was the cool night breeze that woke Chen Zhao up, he opened his eyes dimly, glanced around, and after thinking of his daughter, he hurriedly stood up. It can be seen that when the room was empty, when Xia Qing was gone, he was stunned.

Instead, Chen Zhao found that the phone was charged and placed next to him at some point.

There was a note pressed under the phone, and the note was written in a row of beautiful Juanxiu fonts.

"I asked Sister Zhang to send me to the hospital to accompany Xiaole, and left you a take-out lunch in the refrigerator, and you woke up and ate it yourself."

Not only that, but there is also a text message for this charged phone. It was sent at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

"I borrowed 5,000, and I paid for Xiaole's hospitalization and medicine."

Seeing this, Chen Zhao's expression that was relieved instantly became ugly again.

Touching the remaining twenty or so quick money in his pocket, he didn't care about the takeaway that Xia Qing called in the refrigerator, and took the bus to the hospital immediately.

Pushing open the door of the ward, and seeing Xia Qing who was feeding his daughter porridge alone, Chen Zhao didn't suppress his anger, and directly asked her coldly, "Who did you borrow money from?" Sister Zhang? ”

"Didn't you eat?" Xia Qing turned his head and asked softly.

"Who did you ask to borrow money from?"

“....”

"Why are you borrowing money?" Seeing that Xia Qing didn't answer, Chen Zhao's voice became even colder.

Chen Zhao's tone made Xia Qing feel helpless, and he could only answer: "I don't borrow money, what do you want Xiaole to do?" ”

"Naturally, I'll find a way to borrow it!" Chen Zhao saw that Xia Qing didn't answer the question of who to borrow, and the anger that was dyed burned even more like a 'rubbing', and he gritted his teeth and said, "You borrowed it from that man, right?" ”

"It doesn't matter who you borrow money from? If I don't borrow, who do you borrow? Looking for Manager Yu, who helped you find a job and stayed at someone's house until two o'clock in the middle of the night last night to bring your daughter to the hospital? Xia Qing thought of last night's events, and his eyes became cold.

"I just want to take Xiaole to the hospital, I don't want to take the time to explain it to you. Manager Yu helped me a lot, her mother died and asked me to go...."

"She wants you to accompany her when her mother dies?" Xia Qing felt amused, and immediately interrupted Chen Zhao's words, and asked curiously, "Why?" Just because it helped you? So she's more important than your daughter? ”

Chen Zhao said angrily: "You are making trouble unreasonably, right? How did I know that Xiaole would get sick? I don't have anything to do with her, okay? ”

"Who is vexatious? Then I have nothing to do with Wang Dong, why are you holding on? I went to him to borrow money, in your eyes, what is the difference between you and you borrowing money from that manager Yu? ”

The two argued.

Chen Zhao's unwillingness and self-esteem made it unbearable for Xia Qing to borrow money. Perhaps, Chen Zhao himself breathed a sigh of relief, because his daughter had the money for hospitalization, but on the contrary, the uncomfortable feeling was like a flood that overwhelmed him.

It's uncomfortable and a little can't breathe.

Xia Qing also forgot how long it had been since she had quarreled with Chen Zhao.

If she is accustomed to tolerance and tolerance, if she changes to usual, she will slowly enlighten Chen Zhao, but when she thinks that Chen Zhao returns at two o'clock in the evening with the fragrance of a woman, how can she calm down and be patient?

"Don't you guys make any noise, okay? The husband and wife have something to do and go home to make trouble. This is the hospital, don't bother the other patients! ”

A nurse's voice silenced the two men who were arguing.

The medicated ward was silent.

It's just that when Chen Zhao looked at the hospital bed, looking at his and Xia Qing's daughter with timid eyes, Chen Zhao's anger immediately dissipated. He opened his mouth, just about to comfort his daughter, but he thought that he was the one who caused all this, and his words choked.

Finally, in this stiff atmosphere, he turned around and left.

....

Since coming to this world, Chen Zhao remembers that it was the first time he stayed at home alone.

Without turning on the light, he buried his head in the sheet, and he bit his lip in pain, almost biting his mouth, but he didn't let go.

In fact, Chen Zhao knew that he was wrong.

He knew that he was not qualified to complain about Xia Qing, because if Xia Qing didn't borrow money, he would not be able to get money, and his daughter would not be able to stay in the hospital...

He should obviously be happy because Xia Qing borrowed money for this family, and he should thank her...

But why get angry? Why are you angry? What qualifies him to be angry?

Don't you want your wife to borrow money from other men?

Thinking of this, Chen Zhao, who buried his head in the sheet, suddenly began to fall tears, in fact, the ultimate reason for this is clear at a glance...

Because you're useless, aren't you?

....