After picking up a system

In December, it was time to prepare for the exams. There were three subjects, two professional courses and one ideological and political course. The rest of the subjects were inspections.

Ling Han's pen refill was almost on fire. She knew it was useless, but she couldn't help but suffer from pre-exam anxiety.

Anyway, Ling Han finally returned home before New Year's Day.

She didn't tell Ms. An in advance, and she took the key to open the door and go in. Because it was a self-built house in the countryside, the two floors of her house added up to nearly 300 square meters, mainly because there was an independent kitchen on the first floor, so it occupied a large area.

As soon as he entered the security door, Ling Han saw the unopened flowers by the door. The flowers were carefully packaged, in a transparent bag with a light strip wrapped around it. It was originally a perfect gift with a greeting card.

Not anymore, the flowers are moldy and look disgusting.

Ling Han recalled the past, when Ms. An had not yet divorced, and she did not have her current job, and her primary school was in the village. She did not know how she knew Ms. An's birthday at that time, and she went home and drew with her friends. She was very satisfied with the painting at that time, wrote a paragraph to express her gratitude to Ms. An for her hard work, carefully cleaned the dressing table, and posted the notes one by one on the mirror.

Cut a piece of paper into a heart shape and place it on the dressing table, then tie up the flowers you think are pretty and place them on top.

She always has a lot of wonderful ideas and likes to make dishes weird.

For example, stir-fried potato shreds with water, or soup with grapefruit peel...

I would also get scolded, but I was really happy when my mother said thank you to me.

Her childhood should be relatively happy. After all, she never needed to know how poor her family was. Her father at that time would satisfy Ms. An's needs even if she couldn't.

Ms. An would always complain earnestly about his irresponsibility and the unfriendly attitude of her in-laws. She would cry, a lot of tears, so she asked Ms. An: Then why did you marry him?

Ms. An then stopped talking.

Ms. An said that before she was born, she thought she was a boy, but she was not.

She didn't know what to say. Did Ms. An want a boy? It would be okay to have another child at that time, right?

Ms. An said that her living standard became worse after she gave birth to her, so she felt that it was her birth that brought all these misfortunes to Ms. An.

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Ling Han's chest felt stuffy and he could hardly breathe. Ms. An seemed to have said that she had asthma. Could asthma be hereditary?

Ling Han carried her suitcase back to her room. During the summer vacation, the house was so empty that the noise made by the wind scared her. Now it also scared her.

It seems that only by locking myself up in my own room can I be safe.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ling Han was so tired that she didn't want to move at all. She felt like she was being a little pretentious. Obviously, climbing six floors at school wasn't that tiring.

She propped herself up and took a bath, and she seemed to feel a little relieved.

Returning to the bed, she stood back on the floor. There was no quilt, only a summer mat on the bed.

He rolled up the cool mat and placed it in a corner of the room, made the bed, took out the quilt from the cupboard, put on the quilt cover, threw himself in, and went to sleep.

Why do you feel wronged? Sending flowers is not practical at all. Ms. An is so busy and comes home so late every day. Isn't it normal for her not to open the flowers?

So, get a good night's sleep and see if you can find a part-time job during the holidays tomorrow.

When Ms. An returned home and turned on the surveillance camera, she saw Ling Han coming home. It was a very happy thing for her daughter to come home, but her daughter didn't even say hello to her. It turned out that girls still have too many ideas of their own. This is not good.

Just like before, the more she was told not to play with those bad people, the more she wanted to go.

He is a spendthrift and doesn't know how to save money.

The next morning, Ling Han was called up to have breakfast at 7:30. Ms. An brought two bowls of noodles from the kitchen and placed them on the table.

Looking up at Ling Han's uncombed hair and unwashed face, she thought, "Girl, you got up so late. Your mother got up too, but you still didn't get up. You even need someone to call you to eat. You should have gotten up earlier to make breakfast for me. You got up without combing your hair or washing your face. I'm afraid you didn't even brush your teeth..."

Ling Han just felt a headache, holding the bowl and eating slowly. It was like this every time. Only when Ms. An went to work could she freely manage her time. But there are exceptions to everything. For example, now.

Ms. An said: "If you have nothing to do, sweep and mop the house, wipe the stair railings. Change the sofa cover, and help me fold the clothes..."

Ling Han: "I have something to do."

Ms. An: "You have something to do. What do you have to do? What do you need to do in a day? What's wrong with sweeping the floor? Does it take a lot of time?"

Ling Han: "Then why don't you do it?" Why did you live in this house when I wasn't at home? Just live the same way now. Why do you care so much?

I dare not say this out loud, because if I say it I might get a slap in the face.

Ms. An: "You want me to do it? I'm so tired all day long, and you still want me to do it? Why don't you go to work for me and I'll do the housework."

Ling Han is really tired.

Ling Han: "Okay, okay, I'll do it."

Ms. An: "Is this the attitude you use when talking to your elders? I am teaching you how to behave. Otherwise, when you marry into your husband's family, they will blame me for not teaching you well."

Ling Han said nothing.

Ms. An: "Did you hear that? He's always so sullen, like he owes you a million or eight hundred thousand..."

Ling Han just sat on the sofa without moving, with more than half of his noodles left to eat without appetite, playing with his phone while listening to Ms. An's endless complaints. After she left the house in a hurry, Ling Han picked up the chopsticks again and stirred the noodles.

"Forget it. I don't want to make lunch. I can still eat the noodles if they're heated up." Ling Han washed the empty bowl left by Ms. An, then began to sweep the floor, mop the floor, and wipe the handrails. Then she stopped moving.

Anyway, no one uses the sofa on the second floor, so what does it matter whether it is covered with a sofa cover or not? As for folding clothes, the last time I enjoyed Ms. An's help in folding clothes was probably when I was still young.

I am a rebellious person and I just don't want to move.

After washing up, eating the leftover noodles and washing the dishes, Ling Han carried the garbage out. After thinking for a while, he decided to throw the flowers away. Ms. An wouldn't mind.

I found a milk tea shop on a job recruitment website. I’m going for the interview now and will be able to start work officially tomorrow.

The milk tea shop is about 11 kilometers away from home, but fortunately the bus can go there almost directly. The milk tea shop is open from 10 am to 10 pm, and there is no bus at all when it's time to get off work.