After picking up a system

Ling Han was a little tired of going out and wanted to go home, so she said goodbye to the two of them and left with a suitcase, just like when she came.

Just as she left without saying a word, she came back without saying a word.

Ms. An also wanted to call her to ask her if she had any money left and how long she would be out.

When she heard the sound of a motorcycle, Ms. An thought it was a neighbor and didn't even raise her head.

Until Ling Han honked the horn.

No one answered the number she dialed, and Ling Han was right in front of her.

She was as delighted as she was every time Ling Han came back, and her smile showed fine lines on her face.

Ling Han's face was still hidden in the helmet, and she didn't know what expression she had.

Ms. An always boasted that when people asked her if she was only in her forties, they would not be able to tell that she was already in her fifties. She would hold Ling Han's hand and say, "My daughter's hands are so white and tender."

It seemed that the two of them once lacked companionship.

When Linghan was in elementary school, Ms. An went out to work. Because her academic performance declined, Ms. An came back to accompany her. Her ex-husband worked outside alone, and still needed Ms. An to give him money for his living.

Ling Han didn't know at that time. She only knew that her mother was at home, and she could bring home a certificate and her mother would praise her.

After parking the car, Ling Han carried the suitcase upstairs and answered all of Ms. An's questions along the way.

Ms. An never accepts old age. Like millions of other rural women, she always takes on all the hardships and believes that good things will come after hardship.

Ling Han remembered that the school asked her to write letters to her parents, so she wrote a letter to Ms. An. She foresaw that the letter would be thrown away somewhere and Ms. An would probably not even read it.

But she didn't hesitate about the content of the letter. She always had a desire to talk about random things, and it was not difficult for her to write irrelevant words, so she filled two pages with writing.

Once, when Ms. An was looking for change, Ling Han saw an envelope stuck inside, so she asked about it.

Ms. An said, since you wrote it for me, of course I have to keep it safe.

People are always changing. Ms. An didn't like the gift Ling Han prepared, but she also treasured a letter her daughter wrote to her.

During that sentimental period, Ling Han always loved to say that he loved her. But later he stopped saying it.

Maybe they both forgot about it. In rural areas, most people call their mother "niang", some call her "ma", and very few call her "ma", because in their opinion it has another meaning and is not the mother.

They sent Ling Han to kindergarten and started learning Mandarin from kindergarten. Ling Han could say, "Mom, I love you."

Every day.

However, due to financial pressure, Ling Han returned to the small village to study. Ms. An felt that since Ling Han had an adult to take care of him, they would feel more at ease and could go to work.

Unconsciously, Ling Han stopped expressing his love to his parents. Of course, they couldn't tell.

……

Ling Han suddenly didn't want to go out to work anymore, but this had its drawbacks. Past experience told her that as long as she stayed with Ms. An for a long time, there would definitely be conflicts between the two of them.

She felt that she could not be Ms. An's perfect daughter, and her occasional exposed emotions would always be easily discovered by Ms. An if they were together.

Then let's go to work, the time we meet each other every day is shorter, but we still have enough time to accompany each other. This may be the best solution.

Ling Han went out again as soon as he said it.

She needed to report to Ms. An every time she went out, and this time was no exception.

Today is her birthday, and she bought herself a four-inch cake. However, she still couldn't finish such a small cake.

But there were thirty-one cakes and she couldn’t bear to throw them away.

She went to the pet shop she had worked for before, they just hoped to find a long-term worker. She then went to the milk tea shop she had worked for before, but the owner had changed. She was a little timid and didn't go forward again.

After eating the cake, she thought about where else there was a need for people. The students weren't on vacation yet, and places like milk tea shops always needed people. As long as she asked around, there would definitely be places hiring.

But she was a little tired of working in the milk tea shop, so what should she do?

Let's set up a small stall. What should I sell? It seems that I can sell anything.

After this thought came to his mind, Ling Han became excited.

Flowers, books, small accessories, she didn't know whether it would be profitable or not, but she wanted to do it, and the idea made her happy even before it took shape.

This is also a follow-the-trend behavior, so it is very risky.

But Ling Han just wanted to find something to do. She was wandering aimlessly, so when she saw a little bit of light, she thought it was an exit.

Since it's dark everywhere, just go straight ahead.

Ling Han returned home and began to plan to set up a stall.

She listed useless things and things she wanted to sell on an A4 paper. Most of the things on it were not very practical, and she still needed to consider them.

After counting her little money, she decided to take another order.

After placing an order for a folding trolley and a folding storage box, Ling Han planned to start by selling flowers and some stationery she no longer needed, which would be like a small flea market.

Three or four days later, the express deliveries arrived, and Ling Han planned to set up the stall the next day.

Where should I set up the stall?

There are several post stations on the main road outside the village. She and Ms. An had been there before and saw many people setting up stalls. She didn't know if anyone was setting up stalls now, so she might as well go and take a look.

It is called an inn, but it is actually just a slightly larger, open lawn. When the weather is good, many people will come here for a walk.

So there is only business when the weather is good.

Ling Han rode her motorcycle to take a look and saw that there were already people setting up stalls in the evening. She thought it was okay and brought some food for herself. She could stay there all day.

If someone buys things, I do business. If no one buys things, I take orders and paint.

Ideals are full, but reality is skinny. Ling Han had just assembled the cart and storage box when the urban management came to drive him away.

Ling Han didn't know this before. The urban management told her that there was a special place for setting up stalls, so she couldn't set up a stall here.

Since it was his first offense, the city management only gave Ling Han a verbal warning. After asking about the location of the stall, Ling Han packed up his things, thanked him and left.

This is a platform that is still under construction. There are indeed many people setting up stalls here, but the flow of people is obviously very small. No wonder so many people set up stalls at the post station.

It didn't matter. Ling Han didn't rely on this for a living, so he found a roadside stall to set up his own stall. He asked his neighbors in advance and confirmed that no one had taken the spot. After all, it would not be good if a dispute arose.

Sitting on a small folding stool, Ling Han lowered his head to draw.

……

In May, the results came out and Ling Han was admitted as he wished.