Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

On the weekend, Jiang Qingyan arrived as scheduled.

Jiang Dongping's room is as usual, with a messy artist atmosphere.

Jiang Qingyan smiled and handed over the fruit, Jiang Dongping pouted: "I am your mother, not your relative." She was still a little unhappy.

In the eyes of parents, the kindness of children is more sad than gratifying.

Jiang Qingyan just smiled: "You should eat more fruit, it's not good for your eyes if you stay at home and don't see the sun all the time."

Jiang Dongping took off his glasses, revealing those beautiful eyes.

Jiang Qingyan's eyes have inherited Jiang Dongping meticulously. Among the delicate facial features, these eyes are the most beautiful. When she blinks, she looks like a butterfly flying between the sky and the earth.

Only in recent years, Jiang Dongping's eyesight has declined, and he has seen Western medicine twice. Modern medicine also has blind spots, and he suffered from pain all over the place, but he couldn't find out why.

Later, a friend of hers who had great powers found a famous old Chinese doctor who specialized in eyes.

The old Chinese doctor has some supernatural powers, saying that some paints hurt the eyes, plus excessive use of the eyes, plus unnatural lighting, many factors work together, and vision loss is almost inevitable.

At that time, it wasn't Jiang Qingyan who accompanied her mother to consult a doctor, just listening to her mother's recounting that the old Chinese doctor severely reprimanded her felt extremely funny.

Thinking about that arrogant Jiang Dongping, he must be reprimanded by the old doctor like a child, and he also felt inexplicable joy.

"Is there a solution?" Jiang Qingyan was more concerned about this.

Jiang Dongping curled his lips: "Eyes are inherently irreversible." But after this, he got used to wearing glasses when painting.

It is said that this pair of glasses was specially customized by that friend.

Jiang Qingyan inadvertently mentioned: "Then I must thank this friend very much."

Jiang Dongping is not the kind of outgoing personality who is familiar with himself, and he doesn't have many friends.Because it is rare, it is precious, so it is a little cherished in Jiang Qingyan's eyes.

Putting the cart before the horse, the daughter guides the mother to maintain the hard-won personal connections.

Jiang Dongping didn't answer, and his face was secretive.

After wearing the glasses, I got used to it. Maybe it has a psychological effect, maybe it is really effective, but I don't feel sore eyes, but my eyesight has never recovered.

Jiang Dongping, who wears thin-frame glasses, covers his big eyes that look too shiny, but has a kind of sophistication.Desire is awe-inspiring.

Jiang Qingyan sometimes teased her mother: "It's quite like everyone."

Jiang Dongping laughed at himself: He is just a down-and-out painter, how could he dare to be called a "family", let alone stand shoulder to shoulder with a master.

It's not appropriate to belittle oneself, or make inappropriate allusions, but Jiang Dongping's current situation is indeed not very good.

Dwelling in a corner of this tube building in the city center, it is still a leased house, only thirty to fifty square meters, one bedroom and one living room, except for the living room is the bedroom.

Fortunately, Jiang Dongping lives a very simple life. Except for the painting tools in the room, it can be said that he has nothing on his body-not even the TV, sofa, and dining table that are the necessities of life.

The advantage is that although the living room is small, it is also spacious and not bad.

The downside is that the only low plane is also full of Jiang Dongping's paint brushes, leaving visitors with nowhere to rest their bodies and minds.

This is a real artist's house.

And artists are down and out.

Without him, anyone who pays too much attention to economic interests cannot be an artist.

Jiang Dongping looked at his daughter, she was slim and graceful, she had unknowingly become beautiful and moving, like a green willow swaying in the wind.As the name suggests, she is a beautiful color in winter.

Jiang Dongping held his daughter's hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

Not without sadness.

Even the rent, sometimes needs to be paid from the money Jiang Qingyan earns from part-time work.Jiang Dongping's paintings are hung in the gallery, and it is rare to sell one or two copies a year.

One or two pairs is not even enough to pay for the consignment.

Xin was able to make ends meet with the help of his friends.It can be seen from this that Jiang Dongping is not useless. Although he has few friends, they are all willing to help.

Jiang Qingyan also comforted her mother: "It's just a late bloomer."

Jiang Dongping didn't care, he waved his hand: "I don't care."

Jiang Qingyan knows that Jiang Dongping is like this, whether she is obsessed with art or has nothing else to do.She is real free and easy.

The fruit Jiang Qingyan was carrying had nowhere to put it, not to mention the fruit, and her people had nowhere to set foot.Jiang Qingyan twitched her lips, her appearance was exactly the same as that of Jiang Dongping.

After a while, she gave up on the short machine. The paint on it has become new over time, and it cannot be cleaned in a short time.

Jiang Qingyan simply took two courier boxes that she didn't know were for brushes or tools as temporary storage racks, and the fruit that had nowhere to put it in her hands finally found a place.

This small house is completely natural, except for Jiang Dongping, everything else is superfluous.That was—but not entirely why she didn't come back often.

The more important reason is that every independent individual should have room for free development.

This space is not a space in the geographical sense, but more in the psychological sense.

Fortunately, the mother and daughter are connected, they know and respect each other.

Jiang Qingyan cleaned up a place for Jiang Dongping, and then went to the kitchen to check, and found that the kitchen was empty, although there were simple ingredients, but it was not enough for a meal.

Jiang Dongping pushed Jiang Qingyan out of the kitchen: "Why do you need to be contaminated with these things when you are a girl? After getting married, especially after having a child, you will spend your whole life in the kitchen. Confined to the kitchen day and night, you will not rest until you die."

You see, this is Jiang Dongping. Even though he doesn't know much about housework and doesn't know the grain, he still loves his daughter.

Jiang Dongping was making tea in the kitchen. The small red clay stove made the sound of gurgling when the clear tea was boiling, which was very pleasant to hear.

"When my daughter comes home, it's my fault not to have a table of sumptuous meals. A pot of tea or something is fine."

Jiang Qingyan had nothing to do, she saw the middle of the living room, the best place, a huge curtain covering an unfinished work.By coincidence, Jiang Qingyan stretched out her hand and lifted the huge curtain in the middle of the living room.

Under the white curtain, a half-finished painting came into view.

Delicate and shocking, although it is abstract, it can still be vaguely distinguished as a portrait of a woman.

I have exhausted my heart, used the most delicate brushstrokes and the boldest colors, although there are no annotations, it is clear that I have poured infinite emotions into it.

Who is she?

Jiang Dongping boiled tea and brought it out, seeing Jiang Qingyan standing there in shock.

He asked, "How is the painting?"

The gentleman is magnanimous.

"It's a beauty." Jiang Qingyan didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little depressed, "Didn't you never draw small portraits?"

"With such a length, where is the miniature?" Jiang Dongping didn't answer her question directly.

Little talents grow up.

"Is it a customer's order?" Jiang Qingyan asked.

That pair of bright eyes looked at his mother, hoping to get a clue from Jiang Dongping's autumn-like eyes.

Jiang Dongping looked back at her.

When you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you.

Just staring at it is already a thousand words.

"No, I only paint what I want to paint." Jiang Dongping said softly, "You are my daughter, you understand me, I have no clients."

Jiang Qingyan nodded.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, and the smoke rising from the hot tea seemed more and more ethereal in the somewhat bleak air.

Jiang Dongping put the teapot on the temporary cardboard box, and she broke the silence: "It's a bit rough, next time I'll burn an earthenware teapot and use firewood to cook the tea. It must taste better."

Jiang Qingyan sat by the window, following Jiang Dongping's example.

The floor tiles were not as cold as imagined, but exuded a faint warmth.

Jiang Dongping also took a sip of tea: "I did a simple renovation some time ago." She said, "Installed floor heating. It is also a skill to restore the old as it is."

Jiang Qingyan let out a "huh", but she didn't take it seriously in her heart: This rented Tongzilou room, where does it need to be repaired?

The only possibility is that the person who decorated it was not pure.

But she couldn't tell for a while, was the landlord showing kindness?Or someone else?What are you thinking about?

After all, it is impossible for Jiang Dongping to have spare money.

For a moment, Jiang Qingyan was full of thoughts.

"If you think too much, you grow old quickly." Jiang Dongping stuffed the cup into Jiang Qingyan's hand, "If you have the time and energy, why not look at the changes of the four seasons, or the fallen leaves."

Through the window, the scenery outside the window is good.Tongzilou and resettlement houses also have the benefits of resettlement houses.

At least it's not full of tall buildings, at least the trees planted in the yard are all old.

When the autumn wind blows, layers of fallen leaves float down, like fluttering butterflies.

Jiang Qingyan drank all the tea in the cup, and she didn't think about it any more.

They come, the security.

She thought that when the time came, Jiang Dongping would definitely tell her.The relationship between their mother and daughter is not quite like a mother and daughter.

The daughter takes care of the mother, who sees her daughter as an equal individual.

It's not easy for either side.

Both sides are commendable.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal outside." Jiang Qingyan suggested.

Jiang Dongping smiled: "Are you kidding me?" She was in financial difficulties and often asked her newly grown daughter to help her, but Jiang Dongping had Jiang Dongping's advantages, she was calm, not twisted, and not hypocritical.

It's not like some parents, who obviously eat and use, squeeze out the surplus value of their children, and keep saying that they are good for them.

It is not shameful to stand up and down again.

"How dare." Jiang Qingyan stuck out her tongue, "I'm lazy and don't want to cook."

Jiang Dongping picked up a bag of fruit that Jiang Qingyan brought: "Let's go, I'm borrowing flowers to offer Buddha." She called Jiang Qingyan to go out.

Not knowing why, Jiang Qingyan stood up obediently.

Immediately, she discovered the strangeness, Jiang Dongping just brushed her hair in front of the mirror, but she didn't change her clothes, and walked out the door wrapped in a big shawl.She didn't even change her slippers.

Pushing open the door, I suddenly felt a chill.

It is already late autumn.The cold wind beat Xuan'er and rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Only the poor have cold winters.

In a civilized society, material services live, if you have spare money, you will have a big house that is warm in winter and cool in summer, with uninterrupted supply of heating and hot water, and even 24-hour servants...

Jiang Dongping's small house, [-] to [-] square meters, is different now, it is no longer the aggrieved dwelling in the past.

Jiang Qingyan couldn't help but look back.

Where is the change?

Changes are subtle, but looking back suddenly, the world has been turned upside down and the sea has changed.

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Tongzilou, six families on one floor, without elevators, has a high rate of occupancy, and the boundaries between houses are blurred.

Jiang Dongping rented the middle Xihu, the smallest room, the two houses on the side are slightly larger, and the two houses on the far side are the largest.Jiang Qingyan once learned that the most border households can have an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters.

I saw Jiang Dongping took two quick steps, and knocked twice on the door of the big family in the east.

The head of household appears to be busy and no one responds.

Jiang Dongping actually opened the combination lock with his fingerprint.

Jiang Qingyan lowered her eyelids, her heart twitched, and she suddenly understood something.