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"Oh, Wen Ping, what are you doing? Come down quickly, how dangerous it is!"

"There are no obstacles that people can't overcome, and it doesn't matter if they are laid off. With so many laid-off people, no one has ever starved to death."

Behind Shen Mingzhu were a group of aunties and old ladies who were watching the fun.

Seeing Pei Wenping climbing up the railing, everyone stopped watching the excitement and helped Shen Mingzhu to pull her back.

"No, I picked up the keys..."

Pei Wenping's explanation was drowned in the persuasion of others, but Shen Mingzhu heard it and leaned over the railing to look outside.

There is a water-blocking eaves outside the railing, about one meter wide, which can accommodate people, but it is still dangerous.

Anyway, Shen Mingzhu didn't dare to dig it out.

She found a clothes drying rack, tied it to a bamboo pole with a rope, and hooked the key back.

After sending away the enthusiastic aunts and ladies, Shen Mingzhu closed the door, turned around and looked at Pei Wenping on the sofa.

Pei Wenping said: "I really can't think about it. I just picked up the key."

"I know you picked up the keys, but you can't climb over the railing without protection. It's six stories high, and if you fall, you won't be able to fight."

Pei Wenping rubbed her head and sighed: "I had a few drinks at noon, and my mind is a little confused. I don't think much about it."

Shen Mingzhu went to the kitchen and made a cup of bee water.

Pei Wenping drank some water and became more awake. She looked at Shen Mingzhu funny and said, "Did it scare you?"

"I'm almost going to have a heart attack!"

"I'll treat you out to dinner tonight to calm your nerves. I'll invite Ziheng and Guoguo too."

Shen Mingzhu agreed and asked Pei Wenping what she was doing on the rooftop.

"I didn't want to do anything, I just felt so depressed that I wanted to go up and get some air."

Seeing worry on Shen Mingzhu's face, Pei Wenping smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have nothing to worry about. I just feel that life is impermanent and nothing is eternal."

"Relatives will leave, families will break up, relationships between husband and wife will break up, and even the iron rice bowl will no longer be iron. What is the point of living so hard in this life?"

Shen Mingzhu couldn't answer.

When she reaches middle age, she has experienced illness, her husband's cheating, divorce, and unemployment. In such a terrible situation, her mentality would not be much better.

"Sister, do you want to consider going to the Shanghai stock market for development? The past rights and wrongs have passed. People always have to look forward. Xiaolu's father is also sincerely repenting. Maybe we can give each other another chance."

Pei Wenping was silent for a long time before speaking.

"The moment I found out he was cheating on me, my love for him died. If we continue to be together, I will only hate him, blame him, hate him, and torture myself and him repeatedly in the quagmire of pain."

"For me to forgive him is to trample on my sincerity for more than ten years."

Speaking of this, Shen Mingzhu already understood Pei Wenping's choice and observed three seconds of silence for Chen Yi.

"Sister, do you want to consider coming to the food factory? Let's do something together."

Perhaps because she had just lost her job, Pei Wenping was not in a very high mood.

His tone was self-deprecating, "What can I do if I go?"

"You can do whatever you want, it's your choice."

These words gave Pei Wenping enough freedom and respect, and also demonstrated Shen Mingzhu's sincerity.

"Let me think about it."

"Sister, you just asked me what the meaning of life is. I can't answer you because everyone has different pursuits and goals. The value and meaning of your life should be defined and found by yourself."

"If you don't have a direction or goal right now, you might as well join me first and help me achieve my goal."

...In the restaurant, after Chen Yi finished talking to his friend about business, he casually asked if the other company had any good job recommendations related to finance.

After learning that Chen Yi was his wife looking for a job, a friend came up with an idea——

"My personal suggestion is to set up your own studio and help some private bosses and small companies with accounting and tax returns. Many of these small bosses are nouveau riche and don't know anything. You can tell them how to do it. The work is easy and you can make a lot of money. , You don’t have to look at people’s faces, and you don’t have to worry about being pushed out to take the blame if something goes wrong.”

Chen Yi hurriedly asked about the detailed process of registering a personal finance studio, and then sincerely thanked his friend.

On the way home, Chen Yi couldn't hide his good mood and stopped at a flower shop to buy two bunches of wintersweet.

In the past, Pei Wenping liked to buy wintersweet and put it in bottles when she went home.

After they separated, he also developed the habit of planting wintersweets at home whenever they bloom.

"dad."

When Chen Yi returned home, he clearly felt that the children were depressed.

"What's wrong? Didn't you get your final grade this time?"

He asked with concern while changing his shoes.

Mother Chen said: "Wen Ping called earlier."

Chen Yi was slightly startled.

"Mom said she wants to stay in Fengcheng and work with her aunt." Chen Xiaolu's muffled voice sounded.

Chen Yi's hand holding Lamei tightened slightly.

After a moment, he turned around and smiled to comfort the two children, "It's okay. If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go to the mountain. I'll take you back to Fengcheng after I finish my work in the past two days."

Hearing what he said, the depression on Chen Xiaolu and Chen Xiaochao's faces immediately disappeared, and they happily ran back to the room to pack their luggage.

Chen Yi found a plum vase, filled it with water, used scissors to trim off the excess branches of the wintersweet he bought, and inserted it into the vase.

Mother Chen looked at the other bunch on the cabinet in the entrance hall, "Why did I buy two of them? Can they be inserted?"

"I'll take that out later."

Looking at her son's indifferent face, Mother Chen hesitated to speak.

"Oh, it seems that she is determined not to forgive you. You should let it go. God has already determined your marriage. She has such a strong temper, and you did something stupid. God It’s destined that you won’t make it to the end.”

Chen Yi silently put a bottle of wintersweet in place before speaking, "Mom, I have no plans to remarry."

"You, what's the point of being so persistent?"

If he doesn't remarry, he will always be Pei Wenping's retreat.

As long as she wanted to look back for even a second, he would have a chance.

Even if the hope is slim, at least there is hope.

He is willing to gamble on this future.

After dinner, Chen Yi went out with another bunch of wintersweet regardless of the wind and snow outside.

After exiting the unit door, walk a hundred meters to the left and enter another unit building.

As early as when he received the news of the reorganization of the cotton mill, he rented a two-bedroom house next to it.

The furniture, curtains, and furnishings were all arranged by him himself, exactly according to Pei Wenping's preferences.

Sitting on the sofa and carefully looking at every item in the house, Chen Yi felt depressed and sad like never before.

They will not welcome its owner, and she will not even know that such a house exists for her thousands of miles away.

It was completely white outside the window, but Chen Yi's heart was also filled with snow. (End of chapter)