80 widows in the control group, eating melons and raising cubs are poor and happy

Bai Liu soon embarked on the road back to Beijing again.

There were a family of three when she went there, but she was alone when she came back.

This is nothing, the important thing is that when I went to Xiangyang Village, I couldn't predict that in just a few days, a life-changing event would happen.

Song Jiaying met her biological parents, and she gained father-in-law and mother-in-law, and they became a wealthy family.

It was pie in the sky.

After Bai Liu returned to the capital, she also began to think about her future plans. However, she had no idea in a short period of time, and due to habit, she felt that she should at least ride the donkey to find the horse.

She obediently went to report to work at the Historical Archives. This was a job she got after five years of schooling.

Whether she makes money or not is secondary. She cannot give up the fruits of five years of hard work easily.

"I seem to be controlled by something. How could I have such positive and diligent thoughts." Bai Liu couldn't help complaining to Xie Xueyan.

Coincidentally, Xie Xueyan recently moved to a new training center, which is very close to the historical archives, and he specially accompanied her on the first day of work.

In fact, Xie Xueyan has been living with Bai Liu for the past two days. She has no other intention. She just wants to hear stories.

Who would have thought that Bai Liu would suddenly transform into a wealthy lady.

"I also feel that you are being controlled," Xie Xueyan said honestly, "If I were as rich as you, my first thought would be to quit my job. But -"

She paused as she spoke and trembled: "No, women cannot have jobs. You may not have much contact with foreign countries. When I went to play games abroad, I saw women who relied on men for their lives and had no status at all."

Women need to have their own career, and the attitude of their family members is secondary. Women can be more valuable if they can have their own hobbies and interests instead of relying on their families, men, and children.

Xie Xueyan smiled and laughed at herself: "Look at me, I have no idea of ​​getting married. I don't care what outsiders say. I am sure that I have a job and my own value in life. Marriage is just an accessory."

Xie Xueyan was abandoned at a young age. She lived a very painful life in her childhood. Although it was not long, for her at a young age, she knew that blood cannot represent feelings.

Later, when I grew up and played games, I didn't like the arrogant attitude of many men, so I delayed my marriage.

Now she has no idea of ​​getting married. She takes care of her master and mistress who are also in the capital. Playing around in her free time is not better than getting stuck in the endless trivialities of the family?
Bai Liu even felt that Xie Xueyan lived a transparent life and was indeed a woman in the new society.

I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. The new society is good.

"Okay, you go in, eat in the cafeteria for lunch, and I'll come find you after get off work in the afternoon." Like a parent picking up a child, Xie Xueyan walked her to the door of the unit before leaving.

Bai Liu couldn't laugh or cry. Xie Xueyan's habit of taking care of others might also be a psychological problem. If possible, she hoped to help Xie Xueyan find her biological parents, and at least find out why she abandoned Xie Xueyan back then.

Perhaps only in this way can Xie Xueyan completely open up her heart.

But there is no reason, it’s just that they favor boys over girls or they can’t even support themselves, there are many reasons but not many.But the examples of Song Jiaying and Song Jingyun once again gave Xie Xueyan some expectations.

Bai Liu glanced at the time, retracted his thoughts, and pushed open the door of his unit.

I go to work, I work and I am happy.

The work of the historical archives is not complicated. In particular, the First Archives is mainly responsible for collecting the history of feudal society. Many archives have historical conclusions, and most of the time they only need to sort them out.This kind of work is a bit boring, and most of the staff have gone through a special era. They are immersed in their own world and don't want to talk at all except when they have to answer questions.

Bai Liu is not asking for trouble. She quite likes to be alone and quiet, but being passive and being quiet are different from being active.

Until lunch time, she went to the cafeteria to eat alone, looking left and right to see if she could find Rong Xinyue, but she shouldn't.

When she went through the registration procedures in the morning, she glanced at the staff roster, and Rong Xinyue's name was on it.

Since she was at work, she would meet him sooner or later, so she didn't pay special attention to him.

Bai Liu commutes to and from get off work on time every day. After three days of get off work, he feels bored. When he thinks that this kind of life will continue for many years, he suddenly feels that life is very meaningless.

People are like this. When they are not full, they just want to be fed and clothed. After achieving the minimum physiological and safety needs, they start to pursue more.

Thinking about it, she now has a wealthy family to rely on, so why should she live a step-by-step life?

This emotion reached its extreme after learning that Rong Xinyue was going out to play. As expected, Rong Xinyue was still open-minded.

"No, I went to Hong Kong City for business, not just to buy things or travel." Rong Xinyue looked at the people around her and remembered the name she heard in Hong Kong City. After hesitating, she explained specifically: "My father's uncle passed away. Grandma and my grandma are cousins, so my grandma and I went over to visit my eldest grandma.”

Bai Liu suddenly realized that something was really going on.

but--

She had a hunch that the great grandfather mentioned by Xinyue and Song Jingyun who attended the funeral might be the same person. The world is really big and small.

The people around didn't pay attention to anything else. They only heard Rong Xinyue mentioning that she really had overseas relatives, and they immediately became more enthusiastic about Rong Xinyue.

Bai Liu has been basically familiar with the situation in the archives these days. His current colleagues are mainly divided into two categories. One is the researchers who are ignorant of what is happening outside the window, and the other is the connected people who come here to hang out.

She is neither good nor low in the field. She has sufficient academic qualifications but no research findings. She has connections but is not known to anyone. Most people classify her as a researcher.

So for several days she sat on the bench and no one cared about her.

Bai Liu couldn't help but find it a bit funny. It seemed that culture and moral quality were not positively correlated, or that the colleagues in the textile factory were simple-minded.

Bai Liu didn't care much about the attitudes of the people around her. She could lift it up and put it down naturally. She was just an ordinary worker and didn't need others to watch, let alone compliments.

Her indifferent attitude made Rong Xinyue want to test her more, and her curiosity reached its peak when she heard her grandma talk about the past.

"Me, your eldest grandma, and Song Jingyun's mother, the three of us are good sisters who grew up together. I didn't expect that our farewell in Shanghai would be the last time we see each other." Old Mrs. Zheng was quite emotional, "But among the three of us, Among the younger generations, Song Jingyun is still the most outstanding."

"Speaking of which, we even made a verbal engagement. Unfortunately, Song Jingyun didn't find the child before, but now he has. They are already married and cannot be broken up."

Rong Xinyue couldn't hold back and asked directly: "Grandma, I heard that Song Jingyun's son is called Song Jiaying. Is he the Song Jiaying and Bai Liu we know?"

Song Jingyun deliberately obscured the information, but some things simply couldn't be hidden.

Mrs. Zheng was startled, glanced at her granddaughter, and said immediately: "I'm here to treat you."