She was huddled under the covers, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, she waited, waiting for the sound of the message, but her phone didn't make a sound until the morning sun poured through the window into her small bedroom.

Maybe he's ignoring his own request.

He Xiyan sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

Still, she could guess. After all, he was just a stranger to him.

She herself doesn't want to add a stranger's account, and others should be the same.

Well, she'd better give up on this method.

He Xiyan got up from the bed.

Crackling firecrackers still rang out from time to time.

Today is the first day of the new year, but it doesn't make any difference to her.

She sent New Year's greetings to her teachers and classmates, and then cooked herself a bowl of noodles.

After breakfast, she took out her computer and started studying and working.

She set a goal for herself, how many videos she wants to watch every day, and how many pictures she wants to do every day.

She arranges her every day to the full, and although her life is boring, it is fulfilling.

She is going to make two cover pictures today, and she also has to design a flyer for an English training institution, which are relatively simple picture designs, and there is no hardship for her, who already has some experience in drawing.

The cover is 10 yuan a piece and the leaflet is 150 yuan a leaflet, and she can earn 170 yuan on this day.

She has a small ledger in which she keeps track of her daily income and expenses. She counts them once a month.

Look at how much money you make and how much you spend.

She flipped through the little black notebook, on which were the accounts she had taken last semester.

In September, the expenditure was 1,355 yuan and the income was 2,500 yuan.

In October, the expenditure was 1,400 yuan and the income was 3,600 yuan.

In November, the expenditure was 2,500 yuan and the income was 4,100 yuan.

In December, the expenditure was 3,050 yuan and the income was 5,100 yuan.

In January, the expenditure was 2,400 yuan and the income was 5,500 yuan.

He Xiyan looked at these numbers and couldn't tell how she felt, but she was still happy because her income was getting more and more.

She thought that if she could continue her efforts this year, she might be able to pay off all the arrears except for her student loans.

It's tiring and hard, but as long as you can make more money, it's all worth it.

This night, He Xiyan was busy until late, after making the picture, she watched two more PS image processing teaching videos, and after watching it, she lay down on the bed to rest.

And just then, her phone rang, and it was one of her teachers who replied to the blessing message she had sent.

This teacher is her homeroom teacher in her third year of high school, named Yang Sulan, and she is also a teacher who has helped her a lot.

She was going to visit Teacher Yang during the Spring Festival, but unfortunately Teacher Yang was not in Liuyang, and she would go back to her hometown Hanyang every year for the Spring Festival.

"Happy New Year! In the new year, you have to study hard and live well. When you have difficulties or troubles, remember to call Mr. Yang. ”

He Xiyan looked at the text displayed on the screen.

She smiled wryly.

In the blink of an eye, two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

On such days, it is not the relatives who care about her by blood, but the teachers who once taught her.

In her most difficult times, it was also her teachers who helped her and encouraged her.