Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

A person's happiness cannot be hidden, and neither can a person's unhappiness.

Jiang Qingyan was not happy.

After eating and clearing away the bowls and chopsticks, Fang Yi was a little hesitant.

Zhizhi turned into a gossip, belatedly hugged Jiang Qingyan for a while, and told Jiang Qingyan what happened in the past two days in detail.

"It was a dark place, with tents, so big, so big... and stars, so many, so many..."

"Oh? Really? It's amazing to be able to see stars from the bed..."

Jiang Qingyan spoke softly, agreeing to Zhizhi.The tone is not unwarm, and the attitude is not unsoft.But... just not very happy.

Fang Yi couldn't help but speculate: Is it because of her self-assertion?

"A lot of bugs, are they Polka and Mimi? Do all the bugs glow? Is the glow very hot? Will they get an electric shock?"

"So you caught the little bugs? What happened in the end? Did you let them go?"

"Yes, I'm very good. Ants can't be stepped on, they also have mothers; flowers can't be picked, they also hurt..."

Zhizhi's kindness stems from Jiang Qingyan's earnest teaching.At the beginning of a person, it is a blank piece of paper. How parents write, children grow up.

"Mom, have you been there? Haven't you? Then let's go together next time!"

As Zhizhi said, he stretched out his hand to grab Fang Yi who was at the side, and pulled Fang Yi and Jiang Qingyan into the same plane.

It was as if two parallel lines that had never intersected were suddenly pulled in the same direction.

Fang Yi paused, she looked at Jiang Qingyan expectantly.

Jiang Qingyan hugged Zhizhi in her arms: "But mother has no vacation and no money, what should I do?"

"It's okay, use mine." Zhizhi is very generous, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then patted her chest, "Use my money from Qiaohu Bank, let's go together?!"

The direction of the finger is the prop coin on the toy table - Zhizhi's most precious toy coin of Qiaohu Bank.

Fang Yi wanted to speak, she wanted to invite Jiang Qingyan.

If she doesn't like Firefly Paradise, then there is Unicorn Park, Forest Oxygen Bar Hot Spring, and Custom Parent-child Tours...as long as she wants, as long as she wants, as long as...

"But it can't. Our family's assets are constant. If we go out to play, we will have no money to eat, and we will have no money to teach Zhizhi, so Zhizhi will not be able to go to kindergarten."

Jiang Qingyan also tilted her head, explaining very complicated issues with as simple sentences as possible.

What is constant fixed assets?What do you mean you can't solve food and clothing when you go out to play?

Why should the problems that adults need to consider be imposed on Zhizhi?But how can a three-year-old child think about such a profound proposition?

Fang Yi couldn't help but want to make a sound.

Jiang Qingyan took a deep look at her.

That glance was meaningful, Fang Yi recalled it, Jiang Qingyan did not allow her to intervene too much.

The small step that Fang Yi took out was retracted again.She shook hands and finally refrained.

Zhi Zhi tilted his head and thought for a longer time, and finally made a difficult decision.

"Still, I want... to eat."

Between playing, reading, and food and clothing, Zhizhi chose the plan of survival.I don't know whether I should smile heartily for her little ghost, or feel sad for her "early head of the family".

Fang Yi's nose was sour.

Jiang Qingyan patted Zhizhi's head, half to comfort, half to encourage, and let her play.

Fang Yi took a chance, pulled Jiang Qingyan and asked, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Jiang Qingyan didn't understand her anymore. What's wrong with her?

"Why did you let Zhizhi make... such a choice?" Fang Yi hesitated for a long time, but still said it.

It's not life and death in the war years, and it's not the lottery of the desolate family. Why should the three-year-old Zhizhi choose one of the three?

Fun, schoolwork and food and clothing can obviously be taken into account.

Which choice?Jiang Qingyan looked at Fang Yi indifferently.

It was dark outside the window.

It seems that all the tube buildings are made of the same mold: the windows are small, if you want to let in the moonlight, you can't let in the breeze;

If you want to dry your clothes, you have to sacrifice even the breeze and even the moonlight.

Fang Yi would not understand.

What does it feel like to be homeless, and what does it feel like to be stretched.

The idle son of a wealthy family has plenty of time, energy and money, a game and a dream are just a pastime for them after dinner.

Therefore, they will not cherish carefully, nor do they understand the meaning of choice.

The cost of accommodation and food of more than a thousand yuan for one night is nothing more than an ordinary fun for Fang Yi, and it may be regarded as the most economical.

But for Jiang Qingyan——that was a special trip that took half a year to plan and save money.

Jiang Qingyan looked at Fang Yi fixedly, seeing the undisguised distress and dissatisfaction on her face, what was she dissatisfied with?

Zhizhi's life?

Born in a shabby house, grown up in the countryside, with simple food and drink, are you forced to succumb to the life of one choice after another?

But isn't this the life of Jiang Qingyan and Zhizhi?

As far as the head can see at a glance, have you experienced more than a thousand days and nights, and will it last for a long time, a life of humiliating and struggling to move forward in the cracks?

The wind can't blow into the tube building, and neither can the moonlight. It is only willing to play around the window stingily, and then leaves in a relaxed manner.

Fang Yi suddenly felt very stuffy, the room was too dull, this dull feeling spread from her psychology to her physiology.

No, not an illusion.In a cramped space, people are more prone to anxiety and emotions.

Fang Yi suddenly, at this moment, at this moment when Jiang Qingyan was calm and silent, suddenly understood something.

Her footsteps retreated a little more.

She muttered and wanted to explain: she wasn't questioning her, she wasn't questioning her, it was just...just...

"It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality." Jiang Qingyan said lightly, still these words.

Fang Yi suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, and all his strength was taken away by these simple five words.

Five words, a thousand words.Wasn't it Fang Yi's plan from the beginning?

Jiang Qingyan, who lives in a corner of the city like a bluegrass, who provoked her?

And who watered her?The little prince who descended from the sky carefully watered a rose.Therefore, among hundreds of thousands of roses, this one is special.

It's her, it's all her.She is the best actor and the worst director.

He intruded into her life indiscriminately and straight-forwardly, taking her on a tour of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas under the pretense of euphemism.

Cook wine and talk about heroes in Qianmo Small Restaurant, taste the wind, flowers, snow and moon, watch the clouds and the sea, and even plant golden peach blossoms with great momentum...

At the end, watching her fall into a mess, but he personally created a downpour, which ravaged her into a muddy mess.

Say goodbye and parting, cruel but don't tell the reason...

Nurturing a rose requires countless days and nights;

It only takes an instant to destroy a rose.

What was destroyed at the same time was Jiang Qingyan's love and dependence on her, which had been built up with great difficulty.

Mutual trust is more precious than pearls——

Ah."It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality", what else does Fang Yi not understand?

Jiang Qingyan really knows this well. She really understands her and knows that she has nothing but a little money, a little time, and a little energy on a whim.

She is like a minion of the evil capitalism, who only knows how to coerce and lure, and corrupt the world.

So, say no from the start.

It is rejection, and it is also the most sensible self-protection.

Fang Yi felt weak all over, but Jiang Qingyan stopped arguing with her.

What Jiang Qingyan thought was: at the age of three, should she be muddle-headed and ignorant?

She is not moaning without illness, lack of finances and lack of time are the most realistic problems facing her small family.

Children have the most fruitful desires and desires, they are well versed in what it means to make progress, and they are proficient in the skills of making progress step by step.

And born with it.

If you want a sticker today, you can ask for a sticker book tomorrow;

If you get a small train today, you will ask for a complete set of rail transit toys tomorrow;

Today I went for a spring outing in the suburbs, and tomorrow I want to go to the southern country and the northern country...

While broadening one's vision, one's desire grows constantly.It is not wrong to have a broad vision, and it is also natural to have a gradual increase in desire.

It's just that a person's life cannot always be smooth sailing, one must always learn to lose, and always understand choices.

It is better to learn early than to learn late.

Therefore, under Jiang Qingyan's teaching, even a three-year-old Zhizhi can understand that when she goes to the supermarket for her birthday, she can only buy one gift.

If you choose Peppa Pig's lollipop, you can no longer ask for Thomas' little train;

If you choose delicious chocolate, you can't ask for a picture book with round chicken balls.

The most difficult thing in life is choice, but the only thing you can control in life is your own choice.

Jiang Qingyan didn't think she was wrong, but she didn't want to repeat it with Fang Yi.

is it necessary?

Why did Fang Yi interfere in her life?Why use your own values ​​to influence her fellow life?

With her, is she worthy?

Fang Yi swallowed with difficulty, took a step back, lowered her head, but did not dare to go beyond the distance.

She struggled, murmured, and apologized in a low voice.

What?Jiang Qingyan didn't hear clearly, her gaze never stayed on Fang Yi's body, she watched Zhizhi's every move from the corner of her eye.

Over there, Zhizhi dug out a book from the only toys, suddenly became excited, and held the book in front of Jiang Qingyan like offering a treasure.

"Mom, fireflies!" She was very happy, as if she had discovered a new world.

She did discover the New World, and for at least two weeks in the future, the term "firefly" will be a high-frequency word in Zhizhi.

In the past two days, she saw live fireflies for the first time.From the strange fear at the beginning, to the joy and encouragement when the capture is successful, and then to the love when it is released.

Fireflies are no longer just ink-printed pictures on drawing books, but have become real elves flying in the night sky.

The picture book that Zhi Zhi was holding, which she was not interested in at one time, the firefly picture book that she didn't read for ten days and half a month, has become her favorite today.

Zhizhi pestered Jiang Qingyan to read it over and over again.

Jiang Qingyan didn't chase Fang Yi away, so Fang Yi sat cheekily on a small bench beside her, listening to Jiang Qingyan read a simple picture book upside down over and over again.

Each time is actually slightly different.

For example, the first time she said: so many little lanterns, who are they?Is it ants?Is it a mosquito?Is it a butterfly?

Zhizhi returned with a smile: It’s a firefly.

After the second time, Zhizhi said the answer first: a glowing firefly.

Jiang Qingyan continued following her words: It's so amazing to be able to glow, can ants glow?

Do butterflies glow?Will Polka and Mimi shine?Neither will.It seems that the glowing fireflies are so special!

So many times, even an adult Fang Yi didn't find it boring.

Fang Yi was fascinated by watching, but also fascinated by listening.She has never experienced anything like this.Fang Yiting is not the kind of mother who can read and read word by word with her child in her arms.

No, what's the matter with Guan Fang Yiting?

She was just looking for excuses.

Jiang Qingyan is right.It's not that what is piled up with money is the best.

A two-day, one-night vacation is nice, but how can it compare to a loving and soft-spoken mother?

Fang Yi, you are just that superficial girl back then, self-righteous, proud and conceited.

Amidst the sound of reading aloud, Fang Yi moved the corners of her mouth and revealed a bitter smile.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Fang Yi: Why am I suffering so much recently?I have given up coffee.

Author: Is it bitter?

Fang Yi: When can I have a loving kiss?

Author: what?

Fang Yi: Dear dear!love dodo.

Author: It's a bit difficult to be "loved", but a simple "dodo" can be arranged.But are you sure?