Jiang Jianjun is very grateful for Zhao Lanxiang's change. After get off work every day, he soaks in the kitchen to wash vegetables and cook, and when the meal is done, he urges Zhao Lanxiang to go home for dinner.
His comrades-in-arms privately said that the ice on his face that had never melted for thousands of years seemed to have melted, which was a rare event.
Jiang Jianjun only smiled bitterly when he heard this. If you haven't experienced those bad days, you won't know how precious a normal Zhao Lanxiang is. At one point, the first thing he did when he came home from get off work was to find Zhao Lanxiang, for fear that if he was not careful, she would not think about seeking death.
The window sill was her favorite place to see, and he didn't know why she stayed there. One weekend he told Zhao Lanxiang that he was going out to socialize. But in fact, he closed the door gently and hid himself in the corridor. He wanted to see what Zhao Lanxiang was doing when he was away.
So he saw that this woman has been sitting, standing, and lying by the window since the morning. Not locked at the end.
But as soon as she turned her head, she could see him in the corridor.
She never noticed his existence.
In the end, Jiang Jianjun pretended to return home and called her before she finally looked away. Looking back at his eyes, reflecting the melting sunset, there is indescribable loneliness and desolation.
Jiang Jianjun quickly contacted the master who installed the anti-theft net and sealed the windows of the house tightly so that he could feel relieved.
After the long and bitter winter, the children in the courtyard huddled together like flowers and butterflies, passing on the joy and excitement to Zhao Lanxiang. The children were making fun of her upstairs, and Zhao Lanxiang really went down.
She began to be cheerful, her appetite increased, and this precious little heat saved her whole being. Maybe she pinned her feelings for her children on these children.
When Jiang Jianjun called her home for dinner, he leaned into her ear and said, "Do you like children so much?"
"Let's have one later."
"I will definitely protect it this time... let it be the happiest child."
He talked a lot, and without waiting for her response, he raised his head to look at Zhao Lanxiang.
She looked at him with sarcastic eyes, silent and nonchalant, moving away at a touch.
Jiang Jianjun's throat was a little blocked, he said: "Forget it..."
"Forget it if you don't want to... Let's eat... "
Zhao Lanxiang lowered her head and continued to eat without saying a word. After more than half a year, their communication has been pitiful, and Jiang Jianjun doesn't know what he is crazy about. One day, he has such patience and perseverance to please a woman. And begging almost humbly.
Jiang Jianjun thinks he has done something wrong and is trying to remedy it. He should bear most of the reasons why she has fallen into the way she is today.
But he never thought about the possibility that he would fall in love with her one day.
What is love, as long as he thinks of the word, there is no shadow in his mind. Whether it’s a family that gets together less and leaves more when you are young, or a relationship that you can’t ask for when you grow up. When he was young, he was only accompanied by his young sister, an old cat and a cold nanny at home. He has long been used to the cold relationship between husband and wife, just like his parents.
Even the once thought about a good family is the same as the first love. However, this relationship was finally shattered. He followed the advice of his parents and chose a suitable wife for marriage. Work hard, get together less and leave more. He thought this was the norm. Which military sister-in-law didn't survive this way. The time spent alone is always longer than that of two people.
Although he has not developed a love for her in the past sixteen years, he has a family affection.
She became like this, it was not what he wanted. But she became like this, and he was not to blame.
Jiang Jianjun waited for her to answer, but she didn't speak again for a long time, and she didn't look up at him again. He said sadly, "Eat it, you love fish."
"I specially learned how to cook fish from the chef in the cafeteria, so you can eat more in the future."
Zhao Lanxiang quickly took two bites of rice and quickly got back to the house.
Now that she is back to normal, she is not willing to sleep with him, but takes the study next to her and sleeps by herself. Jiang Jianjun didn't force her. The double bed was very big, and she only shrunk in a very small corner, curled up with her head in her arms, and couldn't sleep well. When she was left to sleep alone, she was able to stretch out.
"I've slept by myself for many years," she said.
"Not used to having other people."
Jiang Jianjun felt that she was like a walking hedgehog, who came to pierce his heart and make him uncomfortable.
Every word can arouse his guilt, no woman is as powerful as her.
"I didn't say that you won't be left alone. Can I clean up for you?"
But Zhao Lanxiang quickly pulled out a few wooden boards, which was a canopy bed they bought when they got married. Because at first Jiang Jianjun slept with her in separate rooms, but later they were not separated, and the bed was not thrown away, but was dismantled into wooden boards and stored in a locker. Zhao Lanxiang used the dismantled wooden planks to set up a bed in an orderly manner. She methodically cleaned the plank bed, spread the blankets, and put the quilt on the quilt, her movements neat and powerful.
When she was carrying a bed board larger than her by herself, her expression was calm, her strength seemed strong, and her movements were fast, as if every day when a man was not at home, she was busy and strong by herself.
Jiang Jianjun looked at her powerful and hard-working appearance, his Adam's apple rolled, and his chest was a little uncomfortable.
Some things are like a switch. If it is not turned on, everything is safe and sound. When it is pressed, it seems like a flood that bursts an embankment, exposing all the dusty things.
These days, Jiang Jianjun never dared to look back on the past. As long as he thought about it carefully in his mind, the whole person felt uncomfortable.
"Good night."
He stared at the lights of thousands of homes outside the window, and then looked at her peaceful sleeping face. For the first time, he tasted the words full of words but couldn't speak.
Why did it become like this.
…
Jiang Jianjun is actively looking for a way to treat Zhao Lanxiang, and once took her to see a psychiatrist, she does suffer from severe depression. After spring came, the children in the compound went to school one after another, taking away the excitement and her happiness.
In the end, the older Xiaopang did not lose his school status because of his hukou, and he stayed in the compound and was unable to go to school.
Jiang Jianjun can almost imagine what her life will look like after Xiaopang is gone.
He started looking for things to distract her, and the idea of giving her another child took root in his mind like crazy.
They are not too young, and if the child can be kept, they are considered "senior" parents. If I don't have children in the past few years, I won't have a chance in the future.
But Jiang Jianjun took her for a physical examination. After reading the results of the examination, his brain exploded and he was dizzy.
The attending gynecologist said: "Comrade Zhao's physical condition is not very good. In addition to this miscarriage, the child's month is too big, which has hurt her fundamentally. She is not young now, and she belongs to the elderly mother... The risk of childbirth is high."
"It is recommended not to have children."
Jiang Jianjun took the case and took a few deep breaths by the window, his eyes blurred when he looked into the distance.
He somewhat understands why Zhao Lanxiang always likes to look into the distance, because when facing the scenery, people can cry without scruples. No one will laugh at your vulnerability, and no one will find out. When there were tears in his eyes, he looked at the lights of Wanjia like a pair of soulful eyes.
The boy didn't cry easily, but he didn't get to the sad part. He lost his child forever and took her away from motherhood.
Jiang Jianjun silently tore up the case and asked the doctor to rewrite it. Holding this "forged" case, he calmly went to Zhao Lanxiang with a faint smile.
"The doctor said your body is recovering well."
"In the future, you should have a balanced diet, eat more meat and eat more protein-rich foods, and you will soon be able to restore your health."
There were a lot of people on the street, the city center was crowded with people, and fireworks were even set off. Jiang Jianjun was unaware when he came, but he felt the festive atmosphere when he drove home after the inspection. It turns out that the Mid-Autumn Festival is here...
He bought a bunch of roses at a roadside flower shop and handed them to Zhao Lanxiang's arms.
"Give it to you. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. How about we go back to our parents for dinner?"
He paused for a while, saw Zhao Lanxiang shaking his head, and smiled bitterly: "Okay, then let's eat at home."
He called home to inform his parents that he would not be home for the holiday, and stopped by the vegetable market to buy a lot of vegetables and prepare a sumptuous dinner.
After a year of practice, he has been able to make a few decent side dishes. Although the taste is not half as good as hers, it can still create a little festive atmosphere. He spent an hour and a half making eggplant with fish flavor, beef stew with radish, braised carp, sweet and sour pork ribs, sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup, and fried water spinach. A few dishes were served, and they were so-so, but they were hot and tasted like home.
Jiang Jianjun set the tableware and chopsticks, and he remembered that there was one thing missing.
"Lanxiang, you eat first. The unit sent moon cakes during the festival, but I forgot to take them back. I'll be back when I go."
Zhao Lanxiang responded to him rarely and nodded.
Jiang Jianjun ran quickly to get his moon cakes, holding a box of moon cakes in one hand, which were heavy. Through the moon cake packaging, he seemed to smell the sweet and fragrant taste of the moon cakes inside.
He quickly returned to the downstairs of the family and walked to their house.
The door was open, and the strong aroma of rice overflowed. But he clearly remembered that the door to the house was closed when he went.
Jiang Jianjun, who was a scout, frowned.
"Lanxiang, I'm back..."
After a long silence, he heard the quarrel in the room, or his mother's voice.
"Why are you deceiving us, if you don't find out today, do you want to hide it for the rest of your life?"
Mother Jiang's calm voice revealed a condescending rebuke, like a dean who taught bad students. Although there was no swearing, the contempt in his voice could not be concealed.
Jiang Jianjun took the key and opened the door of the study, his heart pounding. He saw her face turning pale, and at that moment he hardly dared to look into Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.
He shouted at his mother, "Stop talking!"
He pulled Zhao Lanxiang to his side and covered her ears.
The unbearable words continued, but they were like sharp knives without swear words, which could slash people's blood with one blow.
"You came back just in time! Did you know that your daughter-in-law concealed your medical history, she can't have children in her life, can't have children!"
"You're not too young, any child about the same age as you is not already in elementary school. You don't even have a child. She knows she can't bear children, but she still hides it from you, and deliberately makes my Jiang family end!"
"I can accept a daughter-in-law with a hidden illness, but I will never forgive her for such a deliberate concealment!"
Jiang's mother said a lot of words, and at the end, she was indignant, and she said, "You don't want children, but do you know how long we have been looking forward to our grandson?"
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly bit Jiang Jianjun, broke free from his arm, and ran quickly to pack up his luggage, while stuffing clothes in the bag, she had already run out before Jiang Jianjun stopped her. When I got home, I couldn't even change the slippers on my feet.
Jiang Jianjun could actually catch up with her, but he didn't have the face to keep her, and followed her all the way to his father-in-law's house.
He said, "Don't be sad."
"You rest at your father-in-law's house for a few days, and I'll pick you up after a while."
Zhao Lanxiang shook off his hand, but Jiang Jianjun still held her hand and did not let go.
She said calmly, "Let's get a divorce."
Jiang Jianjun touched the top of her head, "Don't say such things."
"We can live a lifetime, that's what they think, it doesn't represent me."
…
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Songbai, who returned to City G, also went to the army for a walk. He watched Jiang Jianjun drive her to the hospital downstairs, and watched them happily come back for the festival with large and small bags of vegetables.
With a cigarette lying on the ground beside the man, he waited for two hours, and finally planned to go home for dinner. However, at this time, he saw Zhao Lanxiang running out alone with his luggage on his back.
A thick haze flashed across He Songbai Qingzun's face, and a kind of anger suddenly appeared in his heart.
Now Jiang Jianjun is forcibly pulling and pulling with her again. He Songbai's eyes darkened and he quickly made a phone call, "Well, it's me, that's right. Come to No. 120 West Street, XX Road, ten people."
When Jiang Jianjun was trying to stabilize Zhao Lanxiang's mood, he was suddenly entangled by a group of hooligans. A violent storm of fists and feet fell on him,
Although Jiang Jianjun was able to take one to ten, but the opponent ran away after beating him. Jiang Jianjun went to the Yue family to visit with no injuries on his face, and sent Zhao Lanxiang upstairs before driving back.
Not far away, He Songbai's eldest brother rang again. One after another whining sound came from the communication tool the size of the brick.
His calm voice carried a hint of happiness that could not be concealed, "Okay, stop howling, your money is indispensable."
He Songbai is actively collecting evidence of the Jiang family, and is also investigating the cause of Zhao Lanxiang's miscarriage.
Always make everything clear, he will be at ease.
Soon he found some features. On the day Zhao Lanxiang had a miscarriage, a woman named Fang Jing visited the house. Shortly after she left, Zhao Lanxiang called for help.
Originally I was going to call Feng Lian, but the Zhao family was not at home at all that day, and the family phone stopped after ringing a few times.
He Songbai started a factory to do business. In a short period of time, "Xiangbai" has risen rapidly, and the business has become big, causing troubles one after another. He took out part of the profits and used it to hire retired special forces and skilled masters as company security.
He directly had Fang Jing tied up, blindfolded her, and shut her up for a day and a night. This woman recruited everything.
He stepped on the woman's hand and crushed it hard. A photo was pulled from the hidden compartment of her purse.
He Songbai's dark brows and eyes seemed to be suddenly brightened by fire, and he smiled softly. He said gently, "Wouldn't it be alright if I took this photo out earlier?"
He unfolded the folded photo and looked at it with satisfaction.
Army family building.
Jiang Jianjun returned home and changed out of his casual clothes. He was stabbed twice with a knife, leaving scratches on his arm.
After applying the medicine, he watched the carefully prepared meals on the table unmoved. No one cares about the moon cakes thrown on the table, and the happy festivals are messed up badly.
He ate cold dishes and soaked rice in cold soup. The liveliness on the street and the desertion in the house formed a strong and stark contrast, making Jiang Jianjun inevitably think of her and the countless festivals she had spent in this room that should have been lively and deserted in the end.
Jiang Jianjun wiped his face and finished a table of dishes by himself in silence.
…
November is the beginning of winter.
After a hot autumn, the people on the street finally changed out of their thin clothes and put on coats.
Zhao Lanxiang lived at her mother's house for more than a month, and neither Feng Lian nor Zhao Yongqing asked her when she would go home and how long she would stay.
Xiao Huzi is already twenty years old. He attends the police academy. He is tall and handsome. His skin is fair and clean, but his academic performance is among the best, and his skills are not bad at all. He stopped his parents' parents' questions and patted his chest and told his sister.
"Sister, live with me in the future."
"When I graduate next year, my salary will be enough to support you!"
There is a big age gap between Xiaohuzi and his elder sister. When he was a child, his elder sister brought him up with his own hands, and he has lived with his elder sister for many years. Xiaohuzi has been looking forward to his nephew for many years, and he also knows how much his sister loves the child in his womb. This time, the child was miscarried by slipping and wrestling, and Xiaohuzi didn't believe it when he said it.
When he was at home on vacation, he cooked for his sister, and made soup and water to replenish her body. He knew that she liked sour food, so he made a lot of sour food to give her an appetizer.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at this younger brother who was growing taller and gradually assumed the responsibility on his shoulders, and felt a lot of emotion.
She held Xiao Huzi's hand and said, "Where can I live with you for a lifetime?"
"Little Huzi will get married in the future. After a while, my sister will find a job and don't want you to support me. Your dead salary is not enough for my parents to put their teeth between their teeth."
Xiaohuzi's handsome and fair face climbed a touch of red, and he touched the back of his head.
"I will work hard, solve a lot of cases, get a lot of bonuses, and let you know that the dead wages of the police can support you!"
He likes to chat with Zhao Lanxiang, and Zhao Lanxiang has no idea that he has revealed a lot of confidence to his "spiritual detective" brother during his usual small talk. Xiaohuzi integrated these clues together, and he was already out of anger.
Zhao Lanxiang told her younger brother that her feet slipped when she stepped on the oil leaking from the kitchen, but Xiaohuzi, who knew her sister's temperament well, knew that she would never let a trace of oily smoke in her beloved kitchen. How could there be a puddle of oil on the floor back then
A month and a half later, when Jiang Jianjun came to look for Zhao Lanxiang again, Xiaohuzi held down his sister: "Don't go out, I'll talk to my brother-in-law."
Xiao Huzi led Jiang Jianjun to a remote tree-lined road not far from his home, and he greeted him before he even started to say a few words.
Both of them are professionally trained, and Xiaohuzi is in the best period of his life, and all the indicators of his body are in peak condition. But Jiang Jianjun is a well-trained soldier after all. He is experienced and in his prime, and he can defeat Xiaohuzi with just one hand. But he looked at his brother-in-law who was outraged, and gradually stopped fighting back, and soon fell behind in the fight.
Little Huzi said: "You dare to fight back, I'm beating a shameless and treacherous person like you!"
"You explain to me clearly how many years you have been entangled with that Fang Jing. Do you know that she caused my sister to have a miscarriage?"
Xiao Huzi and him were exhausted from fighting. The whole person pressed him to the ground and patted his face with the palm of his hand. The handsome and fair face of the young man revealed a touch of ferocity.
"My sister is a very kind person. She has never hurt anyone in her life. She is gentle, beautiful and literate..."
"If she doesn't marry you, she will be very happy."
He took a breath, and said to Jiang Jianjun: "You made her two children disappear, so you still have the face to come to my Zhao family?"
Xiao Huzi loosened his collar, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and left with a cold face.
When he was walking, he saw Zhao Lanxiang, she was holding an umbrella and the pouring rain poured down, she took out another umbrella from her arms.
"Take it, don't get wet."
G city is such a warm and rainy place, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, all seasons are always spent in the rainy season.
Zhao Lanxiang walked up to Jiang Jianjun and asked him, "What are you doing here today?"
"It's decided, are you going to get a divorce?"
Jiang Jianjun was lying on the wet lawn. The rain hit his face like a water column, and it was wet. The next second, a large plain blue umbrella appeared on his head, covering him from the wind and rain.
Jiang Jianjun wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up quickly.
He looked at her, she still had no flesh, she was still thin and weak, maybe it was the news that broke her heart.
He hugged Zhao Lanxiang hard, breathing quickly and flustered, "Would you like to come home with me, Lanxiang?"
"I don't want a divorce, I can't live without you."
After not seeing him for a month and a half, Jiang Jianjun has become a lot of vicissitudes. His eyes are full of tired bloodshots, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, and his cheeks are full of beards. Without the meticulous Ying Ting of the past, there is more sloppy and unruly. His eyes are still so handsome, his humble begging, his eyes that are as black as the deep sea, can make one's heart soften in an instant.
Zhao Lanxiang said calmly, "If I ask you to send Fang Jing to jail, justice will be given to my child."
"Can you do it?"
She gave the umbrella in her hand to Jiang Jianjun, and opened another one herself, but Jiang Jianjun threw the umbrella away.
There was stubbornness and madness on his face, and he held her waist tightly and did not let go.
Jiang Jianjun said: "A lot of things have happened at home recently. I can only come to you after I have dealt with these messy housework."
"You are my wife, and it will never change in this life."
When there is no one person in the huge house, it will be so quiet that it makes people feel lonely. Especially after the excitement at work has subsided, and then returning to the deserted house, this strong sense of loneliness will become stronger and stronger.
Jiang Jianjun looked at the silent room, and everywhere he saw, the figure of the hostess of the house appeared unconsciously.
It was as if she left a thin shadow everywhere.
After Jiang Jianjun was transferred, he went to get off work on time every day. The first thing he did when he got home was to find Zhao Lanxiang. Washing and cooking, calling her back to eat. Even if Zhao Lanxiang doesn't speak, staying in the room quietly to eat and read books can make the room lively.
When Jiang Jianjun was cooking occasionally, she would think that in the past ten years, she had also learned to cook from clumsy to skilled and gradually learned to cook. When tidying up the house, he will find that she is actually a person who loves life very much. The house is full of her breath, and every delicate little object has her style. The aura that belongs to him is really a little dull in this room.
But Zhao Lanxiang left, she left a request for divorce and left without a trace.
In order to please her, the new kitten at home was still rubbing against his feet, whimpering for him to find his wife, but she never came back. It was as if he had been alone for seventeen years in a hurry.
Jiang Jianjun ran out of patience, broke the final bottom line, and took the initiative to come to Yue's house to make peace with his wife. His voice was hoarse, with rare pleading and grievances.
"Come home with me."
Zhao Lanxiang continued to give him the umbrella in his hand, and calmly repeated the words just now: "If you can send Fang Jing to prison."
"If you can't do it, I'll do it myself."
Under the pouring rain, she galloped back home.
…
The days after Zhao Lanxiang returned home were actually not easy. Within a month of returning to her parents' home, her mother-in-law came to her twice, and Fang Jing also came to her once.
The mother-in-law said: "I shouldn't have forced him to beat the mandarin ducks and let him get married in a hurry when he is sad."
"I'm sorry I said something harsh to you some time ago. But... Please understand, we really want to hug our grandson. My dad and I are already old, and we won't be able to walk in a few years, before we close our eyes. I'm looking forward to seeing his child. Which of our uncles in the Jiang family didn't have a grandson long ago, but we, the only seedling of Jianjun, don't even have a child, so my mother will be cruel to be this villain... You want Blame me."
Fang Jing said: "I'm sorry, I really like Jianjun."
Of course, the two of them were all kicked out by Xiaohuzi who was at home on vacation. He slapped Fang Jing with a broomstick, "It's illegal to destroy a military marriage, don't you know?"
Zhao Yongqing also couldn't bear to darken his face, and said to Jiang's mother without a smile: "Go to file a divorce application, and my eldest girl promises to sign it quickly."
"Big girl respects you as an elder, and doesn't speak heavy words. I'll just say one thing, one can't rely on the old to sell the old, it's a shame! Go slowly and don't give it away!"
After Zhao's father and son drove people away, the family was silent.
Feng Lian covered her mouth and said with tears in her eyes, "I knew it, I knew it would be like this..."
"It's your mother who concealed your illness. I want to give you some time to rest and recuperate. People can't forget their roots like this. Have you never given birth to their family?"
"You had two children who didn't protect you well, hurt you and made you sad. My poor girl."
She hugged her daughter and cried. She was nearly sixty years old, and she was in tears.
Zhao Lanxiang originally thought that divorce would be a relief for her, but now, she felt a lot of pain in her heart, and she felt extremely guilty towards her parents.
She touched Feng Lian's head, "Mom, don't be sad."
"I'm not sad anymore, really."
Zhao Lanxiang decided to go to her mother-in-law, and simply talked to her about signing the divorce agreement. Afraid that she would not agree, her mother-in-law promised her two sets of properties with 10,000 yuan in compensation. Zhao Lanxiang carefully looked at the divorce agreement and asked lightly:
"Are you sure you really want me to sign?"
Mother Jiang nodded.
Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and smiled calmly, and quickly signed her name.
She gave her mother-in-law a deep look, "I hope you won't regret it in the future."
"Never come to me again. At this point, it's best to cut both ways. Kindness is the best."
Zhao Lanxiang didn't take these compensations from the Jiang family, but Jiang's mother was afraid that she would talk nonsense without compensation. Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "If you have to give them, convert them all into money for me and donate them to poor children in the mountains."
"Remember to send me the voucher after donating."
She left behind the divorce agreement, picked up the bag and walked out of Jiang's house decisively.
Facing the thin winter sunlight, Zhao Lanxiang stretched out her hand to meet the warm light as golden mercury, squinted her eyes and raised her lips and smiled faintly.
In a corner she didn't know, there was always a thin man watching her every move silently.
When he saw her smile, he also smiled sincerely, happy for her.
Because of his orchid fragrance, no matter what setbacks he encounters, he always carries warmth.
Don't be discouraged, don't give up. He was waiting for her to spread her wings, proud and beautiful like a phoenix in flames.
…
Zhao Lanxiang began to plan to open her own clothing store. In the 1990s, clothing developed very well, and textile factories were blooming everywhere. However, the quality of the products flowing in the market is uneven. In order to catch up with work and performance, the clothes produced by the workers are really difficult to meet the needs of women who love beauty.
Zhao Lanxiang took out his deposit and took part of it out to the store.
She took a fancy to a shop at the intersection of a three-way intersection. Many new communities have been built nearby. Both the passenger flow and the purchasing power of the crowd are very impressive. This shop is more difficult to sell, because the location is good, it is very popular, and the rent is definitely high.
But Zhao Lanxiang was wrong. When she went to inquire about the price, the owner of the shop, Mr. Zeng, said, "I'm going abroad."
"But I don't want to rent the store to the catering industry or other messy businessmen. I'm relieved to hear that you are made of clothing. If you are willing to rent for five years, you can rent it to you for 300 yuan a month."
Zhao Lanxiang was almost shocked when she heard the price.
This kind of prosperous shop, which is close to the downtown and has a conspicuous location, can be rented for only 300 yuan. For Zhao Lanxiang, it is no different from an unexpected joy. Although it is cheap, Zhao Lanxiang does not dare to covet cheap.
She asked Xiaohuzi to help her find out about Mr. Zeng's situation. Xiaohuzi said, "I asked my colleague, and this person did go through the immigration procedures a month ago. He is going to go abroad next month. It is estimated that he is renting urgently, and—"
Xiaohuzi's pair of peach blossom eyes shone brightly, "Maybe they heard that you have a younger brother who is a police officer, so I am so relieved, so they rented it to you cheaply?"
With such a poor mouth, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help pinching him.
"Okay, I know that Xiaohuzi is very powerful. When will the little Huzi who is a police officer bring me a younger sister-in-law and let us slap me, that's really amazing."
When Xiaohuzi heard this, he immediately persuaded, and he said with a haha: "When you want to clean the shop floor, remember to call me, and I will bring a group of brothers to do coolies for you."
Zhao Lanxiang responded with a smile.
Zhao Lanxiang was one of the first batch of college students in the year when the college entrance examination was resumed. Because she had considered her husband's work all the year round and was away from home, Zhao Lanxiang was afraid that she would be too leisurely to apply for the z university closest to her home. After four years of study, her basic knowledge is very solid.
Although she refused the job assigned by the state package after graduation that year, she chose to be a full-time housewife. But Zhao Lanxiang doesn't usually have time to spare. Every month, he designs clothing styles for the factory on time and strives to save his own small treasury. Thanks to this wise decision back then, Zhao Lanxiang's life after her divorce was not too bleak, and she still had the ability to support herself.
She spent a month rushing to make more than 20 sets of spring-style women's clothes. She turned over the old almanac to calculate the auspicious day. Her little "Lanxiang" shop will open soon.
On the first day of opening, her shop welcomed many people she knew well.
Zhao Lanxiang's sister-in-law, Jiang Li, came. She arrogantly walked into the "Lanxiang" ready-to-wear store, picked on the turtle's hair, and counted the problems of a bunch of spring dresses, but in the end she chose the two most expensive sets and bought them.
Jiang Li said to her: "Why do you have to live a good and comfortable life, but you have to show your face and do this kind of work of serving people."
Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "Everyone has their own way of living and fortune."
Jiang Li's eyes showed disapproval and arrogance, but she didn't say anything and left after buying the clothes.
Zhao Lanxiang's second guest was very generous. She was a very friendly woman with fair skin, quiet and soft. She couldn't speak, so there was an interpreter standing beside her.
The female customer couldn't help looking at this newly opened shop. Although the shop is small, the decoration and clothes are very carefully arranged, which makes people feel an indescribable pleasing to the eye and comfort. Everywhere reveals a fresh and elegant meaning, and the flower pots and blue vase used for decoration are refreshing.
Very light floral fragrance makes people feel good.
The female guests tried one by one, and Zhao Lanxiang patiently introduced her suitable clothes. In the end, the customer bought ten sets of Zhao Lanxiang's clothes in one go. As long as the clothes were suitable for her, she bought them all without blinking. When it came time to pay, she didn't bargain and asked for a discount. Zhao Lanxiang took the initiative to give her a 30% discount.
The female guest smiled and gestured, and the translator said in an orderly manner: "Our lady praises you, it's rare to find a shopkeeper who can dress up like you, and the clothes are very beautiful."
"It's very elegant to wear."
She asked Zhao Lanxiang, "Can you make banquet dresses?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded, "I used to design evening dresses for the factory."
The female guest breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and the translator added, "Our lady said that she was worried about what to wear to attend the reception. You have to do me a favor."
She took the initiative to give Zhao Lanxiang her business card with her home phone number on it.
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the name on the business card, "Okay, Comrade He, wait a moment, I'll measure the size for you."
He Songye pursed his lips and smiled peacefully, and the translator added, "Our lady told you not to call her Comrade He, which sounds weird."
"Call her Big Sister He, she said she's used to listening..."