The miserable heroine of the sad novel of the period was penetrated

Xia Songlan paused, turned sideways, and looked at Song Lingling seriously.

Song Lingling was arrogant and let her look at her. In fact, she was also looking at Xia Songlan.

Xia Songlan seemed more beautiful than when they first met. Her skin was as smooth as a baby's, her lips were red and attractive, and her eyes were clear and bright.

The beauty makes her jealous, and the simplicity makes her envious.

After a long while, Xia Songlan asked, "Can you tell me why my father-in-law and mother-in-law were sent down?"

Song Lingling didn't expect Xia Songlan to ask this.

After a pause, he said reluctantly, "No matter what the reason for their being demoted, I will find a way to redress their wrongdoings.

As long as you are willing to leave Jing Mo, I will bring his parents back at all costs."

"So... you're not completely sure yet, but you're here to negotiate terms with me?"

Xia Songlan saw a little panic in Song Lingling's eyes.

I am sure that she must have some purpose in mind, which is why she suddenly came to negotiate with me.

Song Lingling raised her voice in a timid tone, "Hmph, even if I'm not completely sure, I'm still 80% sure.

As long as you take the initiative to give up Jing Mo, I will definitely help him."

Xia Songlan remained silent and kept staring at Song Lingling.

Song Lingling felt a little guilty when she looked at her and kept avoiding her gaze.

The reason why she found Xia Songlan this time was actually because she was forced to get married by her parents again and she was desperate.

Song Lingling is still unwilling to give in and still insists that she will not marry anyone other than Ning Jingmo.

She couldn't stand being looked at by Xia Songlan any longer, so she said hastily, "I'll give you two days to think about it, and I'll come back to you in two days."

Then he left as if escaping.

Xia Songlan looked at her hurried back and fell into deep thought.

In fact, Xia Songlan was somewhat moved.

If she only agreed to give up Ning Jingmo in exchange for his parents, she might be willing to give it a try.

But this thought only flashed through her mind before she rejected it, and it also gave her an idea.

Since Song Lingling was able to use her connections to help Ning Jingmo's parents redress their innocence, could I think of a way to help them?

This idea took root in Xia Songlan's heart, and she decided to visit Aunt Mei and listen to her opinion.

Ever since Ning Jingmo's parents were sent down to the countryside, Aunt Mei has taken better care of Xia Songlan.

I have visited her at her home twice, and Xia Songlan has also visited her home once.

After returning from the free clinic, Xia Songlan has not yet told Aunt Mei about her meeting with Ning Jingmo's parents.

I decided to tell her about this matter and also ask her if there are any channels or possibilities for activities?

The next day happened to be the weekend.

Xia Songlan went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some cakes and fruits and went to Aunt Mei's house.

Coincidentally, Aunt Mei was at home.

He was extremely happy to see Xia Songlan, but when he saw that she was still carrying something, he frowned and said, "You kid, just come here, what else are you bringing?"

Xia Songlan smiled and said, "During this period, I have been attending a free clinic and have no time to visit you. How is your health?"

"Good boy, thank you for your concern. I am in good health."

Aunt Mei’s personality is very similar to Wang Qiuping’s, both are extremely cheerful and optimistic.

He was also very talkative and soon became engaged in a lively conversation with Xia Songlan.

Xia Songlan told her some interesting stories that happened during the free clinic.

He also mentioned in a very vague way the matter of visiting Wang Qiuping and Ning Shenghe.

Aunt Mei held Xia Songlan's hand in surprise, "Are they okay?"

Xia Songlan shook her head with a somewhat sad look on her face, "Not too good."

"Ah~~ I guess going there won't make me better? Physically it's okay, but psychologically it's not easy to get over it.

Unfortunately, we can’t help them.”

Xia Songlan pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Aunt Mei, if we campaign, can we redress my parents' wrongdoing?"

Aunt Mei shook her head solemnly, "I asked people to inquire from many sources before, but I didn't find out any information.

Our old Meng also asked around, but unfortunately found nothing.

This happened extremely hastily and is not so easy to resolve.”

Xia Songlan asked again: "Then there is no one in our entire compound who can help my parents?"

Aunt Mei shook her head. "I'm afraid we won't be able to do it just relying on the strength of our compound."

She stretched out her index finger and pointed to the sky, "It still has to lean up."

The two chatted about other topics for a few more sentences, and then Xia Songlan said goodbye and prepared to leave.

Aunt Mei immediately invited her to have dinner at her home, but Xia Songlan refused on the grounds that she had to go back to cook for her grandmother.

Aunt Mei likes summer radish very much.

Holding her hand, he told her: "Good child, don't let your mind wander, take care of yourself, and wait until Jing Mo comes back before we talk about anything else."

Xia Songlan nodded and agreed, then said goodbye to Aunt Mei.

On the way back, my mind was full of thoughts.

But she was also certain of one thing, that Song Lingling was most likely here to deceive her and could not help Ning Jingmo's parents at all.

I now have a rough idea of ​​what to do next time I meet Song Lingling.

Unfortunately, after waiting for three days, Song Lingling did not show up, so Xia Songlan no longer took the matter to heart.

Now there is something that makes Xia Songlan a little worried.

The New Year was approaching, but Xia Songlan did not have enough money and tickets.

As the temperature dropped, several heavy snowstorms hit Xinjiang City, directly blocking the roads.

Xia Songlan has not been able to contact her parents since the second week after her marriage.

Every month, my parents' wages are remitted on time.

She is still in the internship period and her monthly salary is only 27.5 yuan.

My grandmother is very particular about food and only likes to eat fine grains. She must have at least two meals of fish and one meal of meat every week, and fruits and pastries are also indispensable.

In addition, she was pregnant during this period and became extremely greedy.

Xia Chuanbai didn't have high requirements for food, but he liked research and always spent money to buy some strange parts and assemble and design them.

All of a sudden it became stretched to the limit.

At night, Xia Songlan sat by the bed.

He began to feel troubled when he counted the only three yuan, fifty-seven cents, three catties of fine grain coupons, five catties of coarse grain coupons, one catty of meat coupons, and one catty of sugar coupons he had.

In fact, there were two passbooks stuffed in the corner of her drawer.

One was the betrothal money that Ning Jingmo gave her when they got married.

The other one is Ning Jingmo’s salary slip.

Xia Songlan touched it with her hand, but quickly put it back.

She had decided before that no matter how difficult it was, she would not touch Ning Jingmo's money, and would keep the money for Ning Jingmo's parents in the future.

It can be considered as showing filial piety to Ning Jingmo.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xia Songlan comforted herself that there would always be a way to go out and earn some money tomorrow so that she could get through this New Year.

The next day after get off work, Xia Songlan prepared to find Qin Dashuang and ask her if there were any ways to make money.

Qin Dashuang's house was not far from hers. Although she had never been there, she knew the approximate location.

Xia Songlan was asking and looking at the place, and when she passed an intersection, she was not paying attention and bumped into someone who was coming from the opposite direction.

The man was very tall, wrapped in a tattered military coat, and was walking in a hurry. Perhaps because he was walking too fast, he was sweating.

I don’t know how long he hasn’t taken a shower, and a smell of sweat hits Xia Songlan’s forehead.

Xia Songlan subconsciously stepped back, then held onto the wall and began to dry heave.