Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Jian Anran said "haha" twice at first, then stood on tiptoe, tried her best to reach out and pat Shen Huainan's head, "Your brother, don't give your sister a red envelope."

Shen Huainan wrinkled his nose lightly, "I knew it."

"What?" Jane Anran didn't hear what he said clearly.

Shen Huainan reached out and squeezed her hand, turned her palm out, and put the red envelope into her hand, "Don't refuse."

Probably aware of Jian Anran's hesitation, he immediately smiled, "It's so thin, can it be something that makes people feel burdened?"

That's right, Jian Anran suddenly felt that it made sense, and opened the red envelope in doubt——

Inside is a small, beige sketch. Jian Anran looked carefully, and the outline of the facial features seemed to be her own appearance.

She was a little surprised, "This is...me?" She pointed to herself.

Shen Huainan nodded, looking expectant, "How is it?"

In the painting, she is holding her head in a daze, and her outline seems to be vividly outlined in a few scribbles, with just a few shadow lines added, the entire facial features seem to be three-dimensional on the paper.

"The art test you took that year?" Jian Anran looked at the small sketch in her hand again and again.

Shen Huainan looked smug, "I originally wanted to keep the ones for myself, but for the New Year's Eve, I should reluctantly give them to you."

Jian Anran immediately bowed slightly, "Thank you for giving up, I'll buy the most expensive frame and frame it right away when I go back."

There is no breakfast shop downstairs in Qishangyun, only a high-end shopping mall nearby. Jian Anran and Shen Huainan thought about it, and finally decided to take the bus back to school.

Along the campus road that came out yesterday, on the first day of the first lunar month, the two of them walked side by side on the way back to the dormitory.

Except for two figures, one tall and one short, on the campus road, the rest could not even see a bird. The sun made the asphalt road warm, and Jian Anran even opened the zipper of the down jacket——

Shen Huainan was still wearing the pink scarf that Jane Anran had yesterday, but no matter how big the sun was, his thin woolen sweater couldn't resist the coldness of the first month at all.

The white sports car galloped by, raising waves of dust and fallen leaves.

Jian Anran coughed twice, then turned her head and glanced at the white car that had already gone away, "Why are you driving so fast on the campus road, what if you hit a student?"

Shen Huainan looked thoughtfully at the distant white spot, "Probably because he thought no one was at school on the first day of the first lunar month."

……

Just after turning the corner, the white sports car slammed on the brakes and immediately stopped on the school road.

Wen Siheng glanced at the time on the dashboard. At 10:30, the two of them walked in from outside the school side by side at this point.

The pink scarf tied around Shen Huainan's neck was incompatible with his whole personality, and Wen Siheng recognized at a glance that it was the one Jian Anran often wore in class.

……

The start of school at Luo University is still late, and the outside has been officially started for a long time, and the campus is still silent.

[Jane: Is there anyone at home? 】

As soon as Jian Anran's news was sent out, her mother Yang Yahui called immediately.

"An Ran, where did you go on the New Year's Eve? I called you a few times and you didn't answer." Yang Yahui's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a bit tired.

Without a direct answer, Jian Anran immediately asked, "Are you at home?"

"I'm here," Yang Yahui knew exactly what she wanted to ask, "I'm the only one at home, I'm taking a day off today, come back and have a look."

Jian Anran hung up the phone and went straight to the bus station. She was the only one in the dormitory these days, and the quiet atmosphere made it easy for people not to fall into deep thought.

She has been repeatedly deriving the results of several conjectures in her mind, and she urgently needs to find a quiet time to go home and discuss with Yang Yahui.

To this day, she has completely given up any hope for Jian Shaobo.

If Jian Anran had a lot of dreams about Jian Shaobo when she was a child, it was nothing more than her father's hard work, and she could become a rich second generation dream, then the indisputable facts before her are her dream awakening. hour -

But Yang Yahui is still living in a dream.

The seal on the door of the house is still the same as when she left that day, but on the torn seal, the corners are more broken.

She had already taken out the keys from her bag, but Jian Anran thought for a while and finally reached out and rang the doorbell.

Yang Yahui came to open the door after a while, she looked more haggard than the last time Jian Anran saw her half a month ago.

The originally round and fair face instantly turned sallow, and the collagen on the cheeks seemed to have evaporated overnight, leaving only the flesh hanging high on the cheekbones.

Seeing that it was Jian Anran who came back, Yang Yahui immediately pointed to the sofa, "Are you back? Sit down, and I'll get you a glass of water."

"No need." Jane Anran said hastily.

To be honest, seeing her mother suddenly suffer such a big change overnight, it would be a lie for Jian Anran to say that she doesn't feel distressed.

But deep down in her heart, she seemed to be trying her best to avoid the facts, trying to get rid of herself completely from these dirty things.The huge amount was far beyond her ability to bear, and any worries she had could only turn into a huge mental friction, and Jane Anran tried her best to escape the facts.

"Mom, I've already asked." Jian Anran took the water from Yang Yahui's hand, "My father said that he failed in business, but his many loans may not all be due to business losses."

"You're divorced now, and the IOUs don't have your name on them. You just need to prove that you didn't spend those loans and those have nothing to do with you."

Yang Yahui's eyes lit up instantly, "Divorce?"

Suddenly dimmed again, and asked coldly: "Who are you asking?"

Jian Anran immediately replied: "My friend's cousin, she is a partner in a large law firm in Luojiang."

Speaking of which, this was already the second divorce she had asked her about since she met Ning Beibei's cousin Zhang Xiaoxian.

It was herself first, and then her parents. Jian Anran suddenly felt that her whole family didn't seem to have a happy marriage until old age.

Yang Yahui was silent for a long time, and suddenly held Jian Anran's hand tightly, as if thinking of something, "No!"

Jian Anran was a little anxious, "No, what?"

"You're still here, what are you waiting for? Are you waiting to become the executor with him? Waiting to pay off the debt you haven't spent with him?"

Yang Yahui shook her head and repeatedly tortured her for half a month. This is the first time she said it calmly:
"My store was mortgaged for 50 yuan, your aunt's, your uncle's, he borrowed a total of 85 yuan."

"85, how do you think I can pay it back?"

"I have a total of 5 yuan in my card now, and I don't know if I can eat it for a few months."

"You said that I went home after a divorce, and I think about the 85 every day. How can I face your aunt and uncle?"