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Beijing.

Outside the Fifth Ring Road, the vegetable market.

The cold wind whistled with a few pig calls, and the crowded vegetable market was the most lively.

Chen Pingsheng smoked Lao Baisha at 4.5 yuan a pack, blowing a puff of white smoke. Soon, several fashionable aunts came to his tricycle.

The durian with a purchase price of 15 yuan a pound was sold at 16.8 yuan, and they thought it was too expensive. They talked and bargained for 90 cents.

I have to...sell as many orders as I can.

"The urban management is here, run!"

"Fuck, didn't they come yesterday? Why are they here again today?"

He was just about to scan the code to collect the money, but he drove away on the tricycle.

If he ran too late and was caught, he would have worked for half a month in vain.

I don't know when he, the boss of his hometown and the celebrity of the school, started to live a mess.

Fortunately, he got married early, and his wife is five years younger than him. Although he has no house or car, he still has a warm little home.

The days of drifting in Beijing are not so lonely.

After parking the tricycle, he opened the door with the key with a "creak".

There was a little baby hiding behind the door. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed over and stuck to him like a little pendant.

Chen Pingsheng picked her up and pinched her little nose. The little baby was so cute. No matter how hard it was outside, it was worth it to see her tired at home.

This was his five-year-old daughter Chen Anan.

"Chen Pingsheng, you're back just in time."

Inside the house, a wavy urban beauty was sitting on a small sofa.

She crossed her arms and crossed her legs expressionlessly. It looked like she had no good intentions.

"Sister-in-law, when did you come?"

"Hmph." Song Wu snorted coldly, ignoring his politeness, and said bluntly: "I came here to ask you to let my sister go."

"What do you mean by this? Why don't I understand?"

Chen Pingsheng's face changed, but Song Wu didn't care about his face at all, "Don't play dumb, my sister has been with you for six years, from marriage to now, do you think she still has a little youthful exuberance? Has she had a good day since she followed you?"

"She had to help others wash dishes to make money while pregnant. Less than a month after giving birth to An An, she went to work two jobs."

"Six years."

Song Wu became more and more angry, "For six years, my sister still had to live with you in this dark rental house. Chen Pingsheng, if my sister hadn't chosen you, would she have to live like this?"

Chen Pingsheng's breathing stagnated, his eyes kept changing, no matter how many emotions he had.

At this moment, he couldn't refute it.

Maybe everyone would think that he is too lazy.

The fact is just the opposite. He is very diligent. He goes out before dawn every day and comes back very late.

When he first came to Beijing, he had no education and no special skills.

He went to the construction site to carry cement and bricks in the scorching sun for a year. Later, he heard that he could make money by driving a truck and traveling around.

Now he drives a tricycle to sell durian like a guerrilla. Although it is not decent, he can make a net profit of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan every month.

But, what's the use of this?

As his sister-in-law said, with his income, even if he doesn't eat or drink for ten years, it is not enough to pay the down payment for a house within the third ring road of Beijing.

When will such days end?

An An still has to study, and there are elderly people at home who need to be taken care of. Whenever it is late at night, he always thinks of the oath he once made.

He wants to give his wife a life without worries before the age of 30, but he doesn't have the ability.

He wants to be the pride of his parents, but he can't do it at all.

Life, it's not just his waist that's crushed, but also his former ideals.

Song Wu cursed him with all kinds of bad words, but she never scolded him for being lazy.

She just hated her sister, why did she choose such a man who had no education and no birth at the most beautiful age.

If she had listened to her parents and married a city person, her income might not be as high as Chen Pingsheng's, but she could have lived a very stable life.

It's nothing else, in front of this sky-high cement house, a house is enough to crush the ordinary people's mediocre life.

Chen Pingsheng was silent, and Song Wu also left angrily.

When his wife came back, she brought a bouquet of flowers.

Once upon a time, his wife was the white moonlight of many people, beautiful, gentle and kind.

He always thought that he had saved the Milky Way in his previous life to find such a woman.

Song Yanxi is only 25 years old now. Although she has given birth to a child, she still maintains a very good figure, with a thin waist, hips, long legs, and delicate facial features.

It's just a pity that since she married him, she has never bought a decent set of cosmetics or worn a brand coat.

The beautiful girl who used to be, now also stirs the spoon with bare hands, casually tied a low ponytail, and a few messy hairs are scattered on the temples.

"Bang..." The door closed, and Song Yanxi changed into her pair of white cotton shoes that she had worn for five years.

"Mom, my aunt is here."

Chen Anan trotted and pounced on her, and Song Yanxi hugged her to herself with a faint smile.

Chen Pingsheng prepared the meal, still as usual, one meat and one vegetable, his family lived an extremely frugal life.

Everything was to settle down in Beijing as soon as possible.

Song Yanxi put the bag in her hand on the table, and when she opened it, it turned out to be half a roast duck and some spicy chicken feet.

"Wow... a snack today."

Little Anan clapped her hands and was very happy. Song Yanxi touched her head and moved a small stool over for her to sit down.

"Pingsheng, today is our sixth wedding anniversary."

No wonder he spent money to buy these. It turned out to be the wedding anniversary. If it was usual, he might be very happy, but now it is difficult for him to smile.

Six years have passed, and none of the things he wanted to achieve have been realized, and the happy life he wanted to give his wife has not been settled at all.

"Why don't you say anything? Did my little sister say something unpleasant again?"

Song Yanxi frowned slightly, put down her chopsticks and grabbed his hand.

Chen Pingsheng didn't want to explain too much on this topic, but just made a simple excuse: "No, I saw the weather forecast and it said it would rain again tomorrow. You know that my tricycle can't go out to make money when it rains."

"If you can't go out, you can't go out."

Song Yanxi said distressedly: "You haven't rested for a few days this year. It's just right to take An An out to play when it rains. Don't move with others when it rains."

She was still as gentle and kind as ever. The more so, the more ashamed Chen Pingsheng felt.

But he just had this much ability.

Apart from doing some hard work, he usually sells durian. Like those young people who start a business, he only dares to think about it when he goes to bed at night.

Life does not allow it.

When people reach middle age, they think that the future may be like this, and they become more and more anxious.

"I haven't found a house yet, how can I rest now?" Chen Pingsheng shook his head.

Song Yanxi pursed her lips, wanting to say something but didn't speak.

She went to see it today, and the price of the small house she liked has increased again.

The down payment was almost enough, but now it is much less.

There is nothing to complain about this life, he is already tired enough.

When resting at night, Song Yanxi carried Xiao Anan to the small bed next to her, covered her with a thick quilt, and then timidly lay down next to him.

Chen Pingsheng felt her fullness and tried not to let the tears slide down from the corners of his eyes.

He also thought that it would be better to return to the small county town in his hometown and build a big house in the countryside to live a simple life.

Just live like this for the rest of his life.

But there was always a voice in his heart telling him that a man should at least let his wife and children live the life they want.

How long can he escape?

"Ding~"

A sound came from his hazy mind. I don't know what it is. I can only go and see it tomorrow.