Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Jiang Jianjun was very thankful for Zhao Lanxiang's change. After get off work, he soaked in the kitchen to wash vegetables and cook. When the meal was ready, he urged Zhao Lanxiang to go home and eat.

His comrades said privately that the hard ice that had never melted on his face was like a melt, which was a rare event.

Jiang Jianjun heard only a bitter smile. Without going through those bad days, one would not know how precious normal Zhao Lanxiang is. The first thing he did when he came home from get off work was to find Zhao Lanxiang. She was afraid that he would not pay attention to her, and she would not think about finding death.

The window sill was her favorite place to see. He didn't know why she stayed in that place. On a weekend, he told Zhao Lanxiang that he would go out for entertainment. But in fact, he closed the door gently, hiding himself in the hallway. 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 on the window from the morning, from the rising sun to the setting sun, she did not move her position, even did not return her head, and did not know that the door at the house was scratched. Not locked at the end.

But as soon as she turned around, she could see him in the corridor.

She never discovered his existence.

Finally, Jiang Jianjun pretended to return home and called her before she finally looked away. The look that looked back at him reflected the melting sun, with unspeakable loneliness and desolation.

Jiang Jianjun quickly contacted the master who installed the anti-theft net and sealed the windows of his house tightly so that he could relax.

After a long and severe winter, the children in the compound huddled up like flowers and butterflies, passing this joy and excitement to Zhao Lanxiang. The children upset her downstairs to play together, and Zhao Lanxiang really went down.

She started to be cheerful and increased her appetite, and this little precious heat saved her entire life. Perhaps it was she who placed her feelings for her child on this group of children.

When Jiang Jianjun called her home for dinner, she whispered in her ear and said, "Do you like children so much?"

"Let's have one later."

"I will protect it this time... let it be the happiest child."

He talked a lot and said a lot, he didn't wait for her response for a long time, he looked up at Zhao Lanxiang.

She looked at him with ironic eyes, silently, indifferently, and moved away with a touch.

Jiang Jianjun's throat was blocked, he said: "Forget it..."

"Even if you don't want to... eat it..."

Zhao Lanxiang bowed his head and continued to eat without saying a word. Over the past six months, their exchanges have been pitiful, and Jiang Jianjun doesn't know what crazy he is. One day he has such patience and perseverance to please a woman. And it begs almost humblely.

Jiang Jianjun thinks he did something wrong and is trying to remedy it. She fell to this look today, he should bear most of the reasons.

But he never thought that he might fall in love with her one day.

What is love, as long as the word is remembered, there is no shadow in his mind. Whether it is a family that has been separated from each other when they were young, or a feeling that they can't get enough when they grow up. He was only accompanied by a younger sister, an old cat and a cold nanny at home. He has long been accustomed to the cold feelings between husband and wife, just like his parents.

Even the good ideas about family that I once had were in the first love. But this relationship finally broke down, he followed the advice of his parents and chose a suitable wife for marriage. Work hard and get together in the same way. He thought this was the norm, which military sister-in-law did not survive like this, and the time spent alone was always longer than that of two people.

Although he did not have love for her in the past sixteen years, he had a family relationship.

She became like this, really not what he wanted. But she became like this, he blamed.

Jiang Jianjun waited for her to answer, but she hadn't spoken for a long time or looked up at him again. He said sadly, "Eat, you love fish."

"I deliberately learned to make fish with the chef in the cafeteria. You can eat more in the future."

Zhao Lanxiang quickly grabbed two bites of rice, and quickly returned to the house.

She is now back to normal, and she is not willing to sleep with him. Instead, she closes the study next door and sleeps by herself. Jiang Jianjun also did not force her. The double bed was very large and she only shrunk in a very small corner, curled up holding her head, and could not sleep well. When she let herself sleep alone, she could unwind.

She said: "I have been sleeping alone for many years."

"Not used to having someone else."

Jiang Jianjun feels that she is like a walking hedgehog, and is specially designed to hurt his heart and make him uncomfortable.

Every sentence can evoke his guilt, no woman is as powerful as her.

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you alone, I will clean it up for you."

But Zhao Lanxiang quickly pulled out a few planks, which was a canopy bed they bought when they got married. At first Jiang Jianjun slept with her in a separate room. Later, the room was not divided. The bed was not thrown away. It was disassembled into wooden boards and stored in lockers. In this way, Zhao Lanxiang used the dismantled wooden planks to set up a bed. She cleaned the plank bed, put on the blankets, and put the quilt on the quilt.

When she was carrying a bed board larger than her alone, her expression was calm, her strength looked great, and her movements were very fast. As if every day when the man was not at home, she was such a person who spent busy and strong.

Jiang Jianjun looked at her with such a powerful and hard look, her throat rolled, and her chest was a little uncomfortable.

Some things are like a switch, everything is safe without turning on, and after pressing down, it seems like a flood of a dike, exposing the dusty things.

Jiang Jianjun has never dared to look back in the past these days. As long as he thinks about it in his mind, the whole person is uncomfortable.

"good night."

He stared at the Wanjia lights outside the window, and then looked at her quiet sleep, and the first time he tasted the full stomach, he could not speak at a loss.

Why did it become like this.

...

Jiang Jianjun was actively looking for a treatment for Zhao Lanxiang. She once took her to a psychiatrist, and she did have severe depression. After spring came, the children in the compound went to school one after another, taking away the excitement and taking away her joy.

In the end, the older chubby left behind because of hukou reasons, and he stayed in the courtyard and failed to go to school.

Jiang Jianjun can almost imagine what her life will look like when the fat man is gone.

He began to look for things that could divert her attention, and the idea of ​​giving her another child was frantically taking root in his heart.

They are not too young. If the child can keep them, they are also considered "old age" parents. If you don't need children in the past few years, there will be no chance in the future.

But Jiang Jianjun took her to have a physical examination, and after seeing the results of the examination, his brain exploded, stunned.

The attending gynecologist doctor said carefully: "Comrade Zhao's physical condition was not very good, and with this birth, the child's month was too big, which hurt her. She is not too young now, and belongs to the old woman... …The risk of fertility is great."

"It is recommended not to have children."

Jiang Jianjun took several cases and took a deep breath by the window, his eyes blurred when he looked into the distance.

He somewhat understands why Zhao Lanxiang always looks into the distance, because when facing the scene, people can cry without scruples. No one will laugh at your vulnerability, and no one will find out. With tears in his eyes, looking at Wanjia's lights was like a pair of affectionate eyes.

The boy did not flick with tears, but just did not reach the sad part. He lost his child forever and robbed her of her motherhood.

Jiang Jianjun tore the case silently and asked the doctor to rewrite it. With 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 need to have a balanced diet. Eat more meat and more protein-rich foods, and you will soon recover."

There were a lot of people on the street. The city center was crowded with people. The lanterns and lanterns even fired fireworks. Jiang Jianjun was unconscious when he came, but when he checked the car and went home, he felt the festive atmosphere. It turned out to be Mid-Autumn Festival...

He bought a bouquet of roses at the roadside flower shop and handed it to Zhao Lanxiang's arms.

"Give it to you. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. How about we go back to my parents for a meal?"

He paused for a moment, saw Zhao Lanxiang shaking his head, and smiled bitterly: "Well, then let's eat at home."

He called home to inform his parents not to go home for the holidays, and went to the food market to buy a lot of vegetables, preparing to make a sumptuous dinner.

After a year of practice, he has been able to make a few decent dishes. Although the taste is not as good as the half that she made, it always creates a festive atmosphere. It took him an hour and a half to make fish-flavored eggplant, beef stew with radish, braised carp, sweet and sour pork ribs, sour bamboo soup, fried water spinach. A few dishes were served and they were so-so, but they were hot and very homey.

Jiang Jianjun set up the tableware, he remembered that there was still something missing.

"Lanxiang, you eat it first, and the moon cakes were distributed by the holiday unit. I forgot to take them back. I will go back as soon as I go."

Zhao Lanxiang responded to him in a rare way and nodded.

Jiang Jianjun quickly ran to get his moon cakes, holding a box of moon cakes in one hand, heavy, through the moon cake packaging, he seemed to smell the sweet and sweet taste of moon cakes inside.

He quickly returned to the family downstairs and walked to their house.

The door was open, and the strong smell of the rice spilled out. But he clearly remembered that the door of the house was closed when he went.

Jiang Jianjun, who came from the Scouts, frowned.

"Lanxiang, I'm back..."

After being calm for a long time, he heard the quarrel in the room, or his mother's voice.

"Why do you deceive us, if you don't find out today, do you want to hide for a lifetime?"

Mother Jiang's calm voice revealed a sublime reprimand, as if to teach the director of bad students. Although he didn't scold others, the scorn in his voice could not be concealed.

Jiang Jianjun took the key and opened the door of the study, falling down in his heart. He saw her face whitish, and at that moment he dared not look at Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.

He shouted to his mother: "Don't talk anymore!"

He pulled Zhao Lanxiang beside him, covering her ears.

The unbearable words continue, without the dirty words but like a sharp knife, which can cut the blood of a person.

"You just came back! Did you know that your daughter-in-law concealed your medical history? She has been unable to have children in her life, and she can't have children anymore!"

"Your age is not small. Which child is about the same age as you, who has not gone to elementary school? You don't even have a child. She knows that she can't have children and still hides from you.

"I can accept a daughter-in-law with hidden illnesses, but I can never forgive her for deliberate concealment!"

Mother Jiang said a lot in her heart, and at the end she was indignant. She sentenced her heart, "You don't want children, but do you know how many years we have been expecting our grandson?"

Zhao Lanxiang suddenly took Jiang Jianjun a bit, broke free of his arm, and ran quickly to pick up his luggage, while arranging clothes into the bag indiscriminately, before Jiang Jianjun could stop her in the past, she had already ran out At the door, the slippers on the feet were too late to change.

Jiang Jianjun can actually catch up with her, but he did not retain her face, followed her all the way to her father-in-law's house.

He said: "Don't be sad."

"You have a few days of rest at your father-in-law's house, and I will pick you up after a while."

Zhao Lanxiang shook off his hand, but Jiang Jianjun still took her hand and did not let go.

She said quietly, "Let's divorce."

Jiang Jianjun touched the top of her head, "Don't say such things."

"We can live a lifetime, this is their idea, and it does not represent me."

...

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Songbai, who returned to city G, also went to the army to sway around. He watched Jiang Jianjun drive her to the hospital downstairs, watching them happily buy vegetables and return to the festival.

A cigarette fell all over the man's side. He stood and waited for two hours before finally going home to eat. However, at this time he saw Zhao Lanxiang running out with his luggage alone.

He Songbai's clear face flashed through a thick haze, and his heart was filled with anger.

Right now Jiang Jianjun was pulling with her forcibly, and He Songbai's eyes were dull, and he quickly called, "Well, it's me, that's right. Come to No. 120 West Street, **** Road, ten people."

When Jiang Jianjun was trying to stabilize Zhao Lanxiang's emotions, he was entangled in a group of savage gangsters. The violent storm-like punch fell on his body,

Although Jiang Jianjun was able to be a good match, but the other party ran away after being beaten. He suffered a lot of frustration and suffered several punches. Jun's face was slightly painted. Jiang Jianjun went to the Yue's house without a wound, and sent Zhao Lanxiang upstairs before driving back.

Not far away, He Songbai's elder brother rang again. There was a whine of whimpers in the brick-sized communication tool.

His calm voice with a touch of joy that could not be concealed, "Well, don't howl, you will have your money."

He Songbai is actively collecting the Jiang family's criminal evidence. On the other hand, he is also investigating the cause of Zhao Lanxiang's miscarriage.

He had to make everything clear before he could feel at ease.

Soon he found some eyebrows. On the day of Zhao Lanxiang's miscarriage, a woman named Fang Jing once visited the house. Shortly after she left, Zhao Lanxiang called for help.

I originally wanted to call Feng Lian, but there was no one at home on the Zhao family that day. The family phone rang a few times and then stopped.

He Songbai opened a factory to do business and trade. In a short period of time, "Xiangbai" has risen rapidly. The business is doing big, and it is provoking the right and wrong. He took a portion of the profit to hire the veteran special forces and the masters who worked hard to protect the company.

He directly asked someone to tie Fang Jing over, blindfolded her, and shut her down day and night, and the woman did everything.

He stepped on the woman's hand and crushed it hard. A photo was taken from the hidden secret of her wallet.

He Songbai's dark eyebrows seemed like a sudden flash of fire, with a smile on his face, and he said gently: "Isn't it alright if this photo is taken out earlier?"

He unfolded the folded photo and watched it with satisfaction.

Army Family Building.

Jiang Jianjun came home and changed his casual clothes, which was stabbed twice with a knife, leaving scratches on his arm.

He finished the medicine and watched the carefully prepared meals on the table untouched. The moon cakes thrown away on the table were also uninterested, and the happy festival was messed up.

He ate cold dishes and soaked the rice with cold soup. The liveliness on the street and the coldness in the house formed a strong and sharp contrast, making Jiang Jianjun inevitably think about her, thinking about the countless festivals she should have lived in this room, but in the end was cold and deserted.

Jiang Jianjun wiped his face and silently finished a table of food alone.

...

In November, it enters the early winter.

After a hot autumn, the people on the street finally changed their thin clothes and put on their coats.

Zhao Lanxiang lived in her family for more than a month. Neither Feng Lian nor Zhao Yongqing asked her when she would go home and when she would stay.

Little Huzi is twenty years old and is studying at the police academy. He is tall and handsome. The skin is pure and clear, but the academic performance is one of the best, and the skill is not bad. He stopped his parents' doubts and patted his chest to tell his sister.

"Sister, live with me in the future."

"When I graduate next year, my salary is enough to support you!"

The age difference between Xiaohuzi and his sister is very big. When he was young, his sister brought him by hand. He also followed his sister for many years. Xiaohuzi looked forward to his nephew for many years, and knew that her sister loved the children in her stomach. This time the child was aborted by foot slipping and wrestling. Little Huzi didn't believe it.

When he was at home, he cooked for his sister and cooked her soup. He knew that she loved sour food and made a lot of sour food for her.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at this younger brother, who was growing taller and gradually taking responsibility on his shoulders, with a lot of emotion.

She held Xiaohuzi's hand and said, "Where can I live with you all my life?"

"Xiao Huzi will also get married in the future. After a while, my sister will find a job and don't want you to feed. Your little salary is not enough for your parents to stop their teeth."

Little Huzi Qingjun's white face climbed a touch of redness, and he touched the back of the head.

"I will work hard, solve many cases, get a lot of bonuses, and let you know that the police's dead salary can also feed you!"

He likes to chat with Zhao Lanxiang. Zhao Lanxiang doesn't know that he has revealed a lot of confidence to his brother, "Detective", when he is chatting. Xiao Huzi integrated these clues together, already out of anger.

Zhao Lanxiang told her younger brother that she slipped on the soles of the oil leaking from the kitchen, but the little tiger who knew her sister's nature knew that she would never let her beloved kitchen get a touch of smoke. How could the floor at that time have a pool of oil?

A month and a half later, when Jiang Jianjun came to Zhao Lanxiang again, Xiaohuzi pressed his sister: "Don't go out, I will talk to my brother-in-law."

Xiao Huzi led Jiang Jianjun to a remote boulevard not far from home. He had already greeted him before he started to say a few words.

Both of them are professionally trained. Xiao Huzi is in the best period of his life, and all the indicators of the body are at their peak. But Jiang Jianjun is a well-trained soldier after all, he is experienced and in his prime, and can win the little tiger with one hand. But he looked at his angry uncle, and gradually stopped fighting back, and soon fell off in the fight.

Xiao Huzi said: "You dare to fight back, I hit you shameless people like you!"

"You told me clearly in person, how many years have you been entangled with that Fang Jing, do you know that she caused my sister to have a miscarriage?"

Xiao Huzi played exhausted with him. The whole person pressed him to the ground and patted his face with his palm. The young and handsome face revealed a fierce touch.

"My sister is a very kind person, and has never hurt anyone in this life. Gentle, beautiful and cultural..."

"If she doesn't marry you, she will be very happy."

He took a breath and said to Jiang Jianjun: "You have caused her two children to disappear, you still have a face to come to my Zhao family?"

Xiao Huzi loosened his collar, stood up and patted the dust on his body, and left with a cold face.

As he walked, he saw Zhao Lanxiang. She was pouring down under the umbrella, and she took another umbrella out of her arms.

"Hold it, don't get wet."

City g is such a warm and rainy place, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is always spent in the rainy season throughout the year.

Zhao Lanxiang came to Jiang Jianjun and asked him: "What are you doing today?"

"Decided, are you divorced?"

Jiang Jianjun lay on the wet lawn, like rain of water hitting his face, wet, and next a large 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 meat, still thin and weak, it might be that the news broke her heart.

He hugged Zhao Lanxiang hard, and his breathing was short and panic. "Will you come home with me, Lanxiang?"

"I don't want to divorce, I can't live without you."

Seeing nothing for a month and a half, Jiang Jianjun became much more vicissitudes. His eyes were covered with tired bloodshot eyes, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his cheeks were covered with beards. Without the meticulous bravery of the past, a little more scrambled and unruly. Still handsome and pressing eyes, he humbly begs, the eyes that are so dark and dark like the deep sea, can make people feel downright instantly.

Zhao Lanxiang said calmly, "If I let you send Fang Jing to jail, give my child a fair."

"Can you do it?"

She gave Jiang Jianjun the umbrella in her hand and opened another one herself, but Jiang Jianjun threw the umbrella in her hand.

There was stubbornness and madness on his face, and he held her waist tightly.

Jiang Jianjun said: "There have been a lot of things in the house recently. I have to deal with these messy housework before I can come to you."

"You are my wife, and this life will never change."

When there is only one person left in the big house, it will be lonely and quiet. Especially after the excitement at work has subsided, and then returned to the cold house, this strong sense of loneliness will become stronger.

Jiang Jianjun looked at the silent house, and everything he saw would unwittingly appear as the hostess of this family.

She seemed to leave her thin shadow everywhere.

After Jiang Jianjun transferred his position, he commuted to get off work on time every day. The first thing he used to get home was to find Zhao Lanxiang. Washing vegetables and cooking, calling her back to dinner. Even if Zhao Lanxiang didn't speak, staying quietly and eating in the house ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can make this house alive.

When Jiang Jianjun cooks occasionally, she thinks about how she has learned to cook from clumsy to skilled in the past ten years. When sorting out the house, he will find that she is actually a person who loves life very much, the house is full of her breath, and all the delicate small objects carry her style. It belongs to him, and it is really light in this room.

But Zhao Lanxiang left, she left the divorce request, and left without a trace.

The little cat in the family just wanted to please her. The newly-received little milk cat was still rubbing at his feet, whining and asking him to get his wife back, but she never heard of it. As if he had been in this hurried seventeen years, only one lonely person remained.

Jiang Jianjun exhausted his patience, broke the bottom line, and took the initiative to come to the Yue's family and ask his wife for peace. His voice was very hoarse, and rarely included pleading and grievance.

"Come home with me."

Zhao Lanxiang continued to give him the umbrella in his hand, calmly repeating the sentence just now: "If you can send Fang Jing to the prison."

"If you can't do it, I will do it myself."

She ran back home under the heavy rain.

...

The days after Zhao Lanxiang returned home were actually not good. In the month when I returned to my mother's house, my mother-in-law had visited her twice, and Fang Jing had visited her once.

The mother-in-law said: "I shouldn't have forced him to fight the mandarin ducks in the first place, and let him hurriedly get the certificate to get married."

"I said something to you a while ago, Mom is sorry. But... please be considerate, we really want to hug my grandson. My dad and I are already old, and can't walk in a few years, eyes closed. I had been looking forward to seeing his children before. Which of our uncle Jiang's family hadn't embraced his grandchildren long ago, but when we built up the army, the only child, and even the children, there was no shadow, and my mother was cruel to be this evil... If you want to complain, you will blame me."

Fang Jing said: "I'm sorry, I really like to build an army."

Of course, these two men were all blasted out by the little tiger son who was at home. He took a wand and hit Fang Jing with a stick. "It is illegal to destroy military marriages, don't you know?"

Zhao Yongqing also couldn't help but black face, smiled flirty and said to mother Jiang: "Go to fight the divorce application, approved my girl promised to sign sloppy."

"Da Niu respects you as an elder and doesn't say anything serious. I will just say that one cannot rely on the old and sell the old, and it is embarrassing! Walk slowly and don't send!"

After the father and son of Zhao's family took the people away, the family was silent.

Feng Lian covered her mouth with tears and said, "I knew it, I knew it would happen..."

"It's my mother who concealed your condition. I want to give you a period of pure ears to rest. People can't forget this way. Have you never given birth to their family?"

"You have two children, they didn't protect you well, hurt you and make you sad. My poor girl."

She cried and hugged her daughter, almost sixty years old, tears.

Zhao Lanxiang originally thought that divorce was a relief for her, but at the moment, she felt terrible pain in her heart, and she was really guilty about 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 talk to her about signing a divorce agreement. Mother-in-law, afraid of her disagreement, promised her two properties to pay 10,000 yuan in compensation. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the divorce agreement carefully and asked lightly:

"Are you sure you really want me to sign?"

Mother Jiang nodded.

Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips 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."

"Don't ever come to me again. At this point in the present, it's a good idea to cut off two ends.

Zhao Lanxiang didn't take the compensation from the Jiang family, but Jiang Musheng was afraid that she would talk nonsense without compensation. Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "If you have to give it, just convert them into money for me and donate it to the poor children in the mountains."

"Remember to send me the credentials after donating."

She left a divorce agreement, picked up the bag and walked out of the Jiang family decisively.

Zhao Lanxiang greeted the thin sunlight of winter, stretched out his hand to greet the warm light like gold mercury, squinted and raised his lips and smiled faintly.

In the corners she didn't know, there was always a thin man who watched her every move silently.

He smiled when she saw her, and he smiled heartily, happy for her.

Because of his fragrant orchid, no matter what setbacks he encounters, he is always warm.

Don't be discouraged, don't give up. He waited for her to fly like a phoenix, proud and beautiful.

...

Zhao Lanxiang started to plan to open his own clothing store. The clothing in the 1990s has developed very well, and textile factories are blooming everywhere. However, the quality of the products flowing on the market is uneven. Workers can hardly meet the needs of women who love beauty in order to catch up on work and performance.

Zhao Lanxiang took out his deposit and took a part out of the shop.

She took a look at a shop at the intersection of Sancha Road, and built many new types of neighborhoods nearby. Both the passenger flow and the purchasing power of the crowd are very impressive. This shop is more difficult to get down, because the location is good, it is very popular, and the rent is definitely high.

But Zhao Lanxiang was wrong. When she went to find out the price, the shop owner Mr. Zeng said, "I'm going abroad."

"But I don't want to rent the store to the catering industry or other messy businessmen, and I hear you make clothes. I feel relieved. If you are willing to rent for five years at a stretch, you can rent it for 300 yuan a month."

Zhao Lanxiang was shocked when she heard the price.

Such a prosperous shop near the downtown area and a prominent location can be rented for only three hundred yuan, which is nothing short of unexpected for Zhao Lanxiang. Although cheap, Zhao Lanxiang did not dare to seek cheap.

She asked Xiao Huzi to help her inquire about the situation of Mr. Zeng. Xiao Huzi said: "I asked my colleague that this person did go through immigration procedures a few months ago. He is going to go abroad next month, it is estimated that it is urgent rent, and- "

A pair of peach-eyed eyes of Xiao Huzi sparkled, "Maybe someone heard that you have a younger brother who is a policeman. I'm so relieved, so I rent it to you cheaply?"

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but screw him up.

"Okay, I know Xiaohuzi is very powerful. When the policeman's Xiaohuzi brought me a younger sister-in-law to come back and let us palm your eyes, that's really powerful."

When he heard this, Xiao Huzi immediately counseled him. He said haha: "When you want to clean the pavement, remember to call me. I will bring a group of brothers to do your coolies for you."

Zhao Lanxiang responded with a smile.

Zhao Lanxiang was the first group of college students who resumed the college entrance examination that year. Because she had considered her husband's assignment for years and was not at home, Zhao Lanxiang was afraid of being too leisurely and applied for the nearest university. After four years of study, her basic knowledge is solid.

Although she refused the job of national package allocation after graduation, she chose to be a full-time housewife. However, Zhao Lanxiang didn't usually relax. Every month, he designed clothes for the factory on time and tried to save his own small vault. Thanks to this wise decision that year, Zhao Lanxiang did not live too bleak after the divorce and still has the ability to feed herself.

She stayed a month and hurried to produce more than 20 sets of spring-style women's clothing. She turned the old yellow calendar to calculate the auspicious date. The little "lanxiang" shop belonging to her soon opened.

On the first day of opening, her shop welcomed many people she knew well.

Zhao Lanxiang's youngest aunt, Jiang Li, came. She walked arrogantly into the "Lanxiang" ready-to-wear store. She picked on the tortoises and counted the faults in the spring skirts. But in the end, she picked the two most expensive sets and bought them.

Jiang Li said to her: "Why not, let's spend a good and comfortable life, but you have to show your head and do this kind of waiter work."

Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "Everyone has their own living methods and experiences."

Jiang Li's eyes showed disapproval of pride, but she said nothing and left after buying the clothes.

Zhao Lanxiang's second guest is very generous. She is a very friendly woman with fair skin, quiet and soft. She couldn't speak, so she was standing next to someone who translated her.

The female guest couldn't help but look at this newly opened shop. Although the shop is small, the decoration and clothes are very attentive, which makes people feel comfortable and comfortable. Everywhere reveals a fresh and elegant meaning, the decorative flower pots and blue vases are refreshing.

The extremely light floral fragrance makes people happy.

The female guests tried one by one, and Zhao Lanxiang introduced her to her with suitable clothes. In the end, the customer bought Zhao Lanxiang's ten sets of clothes in one breath. But all the clothes that suit her, she packed them all without blinking her eyes, and did not bargain when the payment was made. Zhao Lanxiang took the initiative to make a 30% discount for her.

The female guest was gesturing with a smile, and the interpreter passed on in an orderly way: "Our lady praises you, it is hard to have a shop owner who can dress like you, and the clothes are very beautiful."

"It looks very elegant."

She asked Zhao Lanxiang, "Will you make a party dress?"

Zhao Lanxiang nodded, "I have designed the evening dress style for the factory before."

The female guest breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, and the translator said again: "Our lady said she was worried about what she was wearing to go to the reception to be decent. You can do me a favor."

She proactively gave Zhao Lanxiang her business card with her home phone number written on it.

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the name on the business card, "Okay, Comrade He, please wait a moment, I will measure the size for you."

He Songye pursed her lips quietly and smiled, and the translator said again: "Our lady said that you should not call her Comrade He, it sounds weird."

"Call her Sister He, she said she is used to listening..."