Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

H University is the first-tier university in this city, but in Jiang Qingyan's view, H University's individualized teaching is more vividly reflected in the dormitory.

Wealthy students live in double rooms, and the vast majority of students live in quadruple and six-person rooms. In addition, those who are cash-strapped like her can also choose eight-person rooms.

The eight-person room has upper and lower berths, and the upper berth is 20 yuan a month cheaper than the lower berth.Jiang Qingyan naturally chose the upper berth, she was lucky, and got the upper berth by the window.

The cheap price is that the conditions of the dormitory are a bit harsh.

Not to mention the small size of the dormitory, the dormitory building is not equipped with a bathroom, and you need to walk for 10 minutes with the toiletries.Although bathrooms are necessary, there is only one on each floor.

Girls are in great demand, and every morning and evening is like a world war.Quarrels, even hands-on occasional.

It's nothing more than arguing, whoever is weak is embarrassed.

But does it make sense?In addition to wasting time, in addition to making each other's mood worse, there is no construction.

Jiang Qingyan chose to leave early and return late.

She always goes out at six o'clock in the morning and returns to the dormitory only at ten o'clock in the evening.She minimizes her time in the dormitory so that there is less potential for conflict.

Even when she returned to the dormitory, she was still sleeping, and Jiang Qingyan had developed a habit of falling asleep right away.

Living with extreme self-discipline and being able to control your own body is also a technical activity that requires long-term learning.

Jiang Qingyan is not narcissistic, she doesn't think her lifestyle is so advanced, she just simply thinks that everyone should survive the fittest.

The children of the poor should take charge of their families earlier.

Her thoughts are simple, but she has become a strange person in the eyes of everyone.As many people appreciate her, twice as many people hate her.

Jiang Qingyan is not a fool, she knows everything, even in this small eight-person dormitory, except for Lin Yuejuan's occasional kindness to her, there are many people who want to see her make a fool of herself.

But Jiang Qingyan went her own way and didn't care about other people's eyes.

The most useless thing in the world is the eyes of others.

They don't like her, and she doesn't need them to like her.

Well water does not interfere with river water is already the best state.No one can influence her, not Wu Qiaoling, that party or something, even less.

It's just that tonight seems a little special.Jiang Qingyan feels unable to reach a reconciliation with her body.

Jiang Qingyan suddenly suffered from insomnia tonight.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself, but she brought that dilapidated little mechanical mouse onto the bed by a strange coincidence.

While playing with the little mouse, Jiang Qingyan recalled the scenes of this afternoon.She really couldn't remember how she would take over this little mouse?

I just remember that the girl named Fang Yi looked at her with a half-smile, as if she was sure that she would take it.

Yes, she knew her name, and she could easily find that flamboyant signature from the Chamber of Secrets agreement.

Jiang Qingyan thought, why did she remember this one out of so many names at a glance?How can you be sure that this is the real name of the smirking girl in front of you?

Back in time a few hours ago, the subway platform and the two were at a stalemate——

The "Duddu" subway came into the station, the door of the "Dididi" subway opened, and the red light of the "Duddu" subway began to flash.

"If you don't want it, I'll throw it away." Fang Yi said nonchalantly.

Jiang Qingyan believed that she could do what she said.

After all, this dilapidated little mechanical mouse is meaningless to her, it's just rubbish.

Yes, who would like such a little mouse?

The old, decayed, and metal shell has faded, revealing the mottled movement.

However, to her, it is not just a gadget, but more importantly - a comrade in arms and a close partner.

Jiang Qingyan didn't give up after all.

She snatched the little mouse at the last second, clutching it tightly in her hand, and then dodged into the subway car that was about to close.

The red light above "Du Du Du" flashed again, and the moment the car door closed, through the glass, she saw the girl on the platform smiling even more.

The kind of one who is determined to win, full of confidence, a bit stinky, arrogant, and full of stars - laugh.

She was so good-looking and heroic.She smiled, as if the world was hers.

This was the terrifying idea that popped up in Jiang Qingyan's mind at that moment.

Then the train started slowly, gradually accelerated, and began to speed, pulling the figures of the two people apart, pulling them away, and gradually becoming invisible.

But Jiang Qingyan clearly felt that the man's eyes followed her, walking far away, as if leaving no trace.Jiang Qingyan shook her head, forcing herself to forget everything about Fang Yi.

Of course, the more you want to forget, the clearer it becomes.

Jiang Qingyan was lying on her own bed, as soon as she closed her eyes today, she would think of that strange girl.

Jiang Qingyan thought, she is really obsessed, why do she always think of that annoying person?

Time passed and she lost sleep.

Listening to the roommates falling asleep one after another, the sound of even breathing came over.

A little later, Lin Yuejuan also came back, she walked lightly, and slept with her clothes on.

A little more time slipped by, and through the gaps in the thin curtains, we could see the moon in the middle of the sky, so big, so round, so cold, and shining everywhere.

Jiang Qingyan opened her eyes, but she couldn't sleep.

This is rare in her life.Even if she decides to bid farewell to her mother to be self-reliant, even if she is too shy to find a suitable part-time job, Jiang Qingyan has never been so at a loss.

She is not the kind of girl who complains about herself and is sentimental.

She refused to admit that she was heartbroken.

It's not the heartbeat, it's the disgust that arises after being disturbed.Jiang Qingyan turned over, it must be like this.

Even Lin Yuejuan, who came back last, let out the sound of breathing evenly, and fell asleep.

In this dormitory room for eight people, one bed was vacant, and seven people were all asleep.

Only the moon in the sky, and Jiang Qingyan who turned over and continued to sleep more and more awake.

What a rough night.Jiang Qingyan closed her eyes, and while she was thinking wildly, she forced herself to hold her breath and concentrate, silently counting sheep in her heart.

But for some reason, the flock of sheep always counted to the fifty or sixtieth, and unknowingly, each head had Fangyi faces.

He kept smirking at her.

Really bewitched.

Jiang Qingyan opened her eyes again in the night.

unlucky.She spat secretly.

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On weekends, Wei Lihua would not go back to the dormitory as usual.

Fang Yi brought a potted fern plant into the room from the balcony with no expression on her face.

She and Wei Lihua live in a double room, which is the best dormitory in H University.It's not that you can't live out, but Fang Yi thinks, you have to live in a dormitory, so that you can meet more people, know more news, and...it's easier for something to happen, isn't it?

In Wei Lihua's eyes, the potted fern is just a pot of grass.

Sometimes she doesn't understand, Fang Yi is not the kind of person who is good at taking care of plants, but she just has a special liking for ferns.If one pot is dead, then buy another pot.

Anyway, the ferns in their dormitory are growing all year round.Wei Lihua lived with her for three years, looking at Fang Yi's mood was cloudy and cloudy, only the potted fern on the balcony was like a day for three years.

Fang Yi brought the pot of fern back to the room and placed it in the middle of the desk.

She took out a birthday candle from her pocket, 20, two ordinary numbers, but formed the most shining age.

No one remembers that tonight is her 20th birthday.

Fang Yi doesn't care, no one remembers, she celebrates for herself.She dug out the lighter from the deep drawer.

When the kerosene lighter is lit, it will have a strong smell, as if clamoring for its own power.

The smell of kerosene is second, and the most lethal thing is the fire.

Only water and fire are the most ruthless.

Fang Yi lit the candle, and then, unexpectedly took the pot of fern as a birthday cake, and inserted the candle into the soil.

The fern was growing well and thriving.

It's just that plants are no match for firelight.Even if it's a birthday candle that doesn't hurt.

The place closest to the candlelight began to zoom, giving off an unpleasant burnt smell.As if backing away, a burning circle is formed with the candle as the center.

Fang Yi seemed very happy, she even hummed the birthday song in a good mood.

The fern is weak, curling its leaves in the firelight, scorching its roots, emitting hazy smoke, it is burning, it is dying, it is facing the last splendid and cruelest fate since its life.

What about the instigator?She watched a fresh life disappear and perish in her own hands.

There was a cruel pleasure.

There was a smile on the corner of Fang Yi's mouth, cold, ruthless, funny, teasing, proud, and arrogant.

But soon, her smile disappeared.It turns out that candles can also be differentiated between professional and non-professional. Birthday candles are just decorations after all.After burning for a while, the wick burns out quickly.

The fern recovered a life. Although it lost more than half of its leaves, it managed to save its life.

Fang Yi snorted coldly, as if she disliked the uselessness of candles.She took a deep look at the pot of fern, it was too late tonight, she thought, let it go for now.

Moody is talking about people like Fang Yi.

The fern, which was a soft spot a few minutes ago, has now become a useless thing.Fang Yi threw the potted plant out and casually discarded it on the ground of the balcony.In the quiet night, there was a loud "bang".

The poor potted plant has been roasted and beaten, not only that, but it has also experienced a long and difficult night.

The night wind is the coldest.

Howling, roaring, and insulting the lonely and helpless soul.

The next day, when Wei Lihua returned to the dormitory, he saw the ferns on the balcony that had experienced disasters, and he was surprised: "How could it be ruined like this overnight?"

At that time Fang Yi was still sleeping, her sleepy eyes were misty, she didn't care: "If you die, you die, buy some flowers another day, didn't you say it's grass?"

Wei Lihua felt that it was a pity that the grass had been cultivated for a long time, and he felt that it also had the benefits of grass.

At least it's green vegetation, at least the vitality is tenacious, at least--it's pretty good when you get used to it.

"It's not dead yet, so it's a pity to throw it away." Wei Lihua said, straightening the pot of fern, pushing back some of the soil that fell out of the pot, and carefully placed it in the corner.

Fang Yi smiled, she didn't say anything at the time, it seemed intentional or unintentional when she went out.

Accidentally, another kick kicked over the pot of lingering fern.