Chapter 885: Yan Xia (44)
Chapter 885: Yan Xia (44)
Pink Rose Love: Yan Xia (Waru Alan)
(44)
I told my mother: as long as you genuinely like others, instead of pleasing others with gifts, you will eliminate a block and become more and more beautiful. Only if you are really good-looking, others will be close to you, not because of whose mother you are to greet you.
I don't know what my mother's condition is now. Look at Aunt Lu, she was 72 years old last year, and she wrote a suicide note every nine plus the birth year, isn't she smiling again now? There is no problem at all if you live for another 20 years.
Aunt Lu's life doesn't seem to have her own ideas, she listens to her parents, husband and children, but she is happy, and she chooses words that can make her safe and happy.
I guess it was a home remedy that I made up temporarily in order to end the interview as much as possible, but now I don't have any impression at all. Now when I just woke up, there was a crow's feet in the corner of my eye, do you want to make up a secret and exchange that blind home remedy with her? It seems that I am really too talented, and it would be a pity not to do high-end interviews.
When I wrote this, the phone number of my Beijing godmother suddenly popped up in my head, and I haven't remembered her phone number for a long time. The last time I took my son to visit her at home, she was going to invite us to eat the newly opened crab roe buns nearby, 50 yuan a drawer of xiaolongbao, and she wouldn't eat it if she wasn't a treat, but her son resolutely didn't go and asked to go home immediately.
I had a sense of foreboding. Godmother's diabetes, rheumatism, and high blood pressure are very strict, and she is a very strong person. In the 20 years that my godfather was defeated, he endured humiliation and dragged his three eldest children. After the retirement, he continued to work, work and housework at the same time, until he was tired and collapsed, he hired a nanny, and did not let the child cook a meal and wash the dishes once, hoping that the child would have a good life.
Now, her son is a missile expert from Harbin Institute of Technology, and her daughter is a corporate executive from Tsinghua University, so she should be very peaceful, right?
Zizhu said that he walked very suddenly. After lymphoma surgery, the spirit of radiotherapy and chemotherapy was very good, and I felt that I had carried it over and walked away when I was very optimistic.
The last time I visited the hospital, I remember that it was the 14th bed of the neurology department of the China-Japan Friendship Hospital, and I pushed her to do an MRI, and I always felt that Western medicine was very unreliable.
At that time, lymphoma had not been detected. It's because it's hard to stand up, and it's good to say that it's going to be an operation to remove the hyperplasia.
If she hadn't been a retired cadre, it is estimated that she would not have to suffer so much from surgery and would have lived longer. It seems that tumor surgery is really a curse.
Maybe there's nothing wrong with my mother not having surgery, people are old, and diseases are things that happen one after another, maybe if you don't get rid of this, you can't get up anything else, it's much better to think like this.
Zizhu's daughter is still in an aristocratic school with a tuition fee of more than 20,000 yuan a year, and she will have to go to middle school after graduating from primary school as required. She has now changed her mind and decided to attend a key middle school in China.
I heard that my son did not score 510 points in the college entrance examination, and her husband also changed his mind that high school would not let his son go to boarding school. He explained that Hua's child is very smart, and his parents are all in charge of the shopkeeper, and he is completely handed over to the teacher.
I called my cousin Qing and asked if their college could accept those who could not accept the second line, and he said no. You can apply for the preparatory department, and there are places to be admitted according to the score from high to low. I wonder why they're dragging so much now?
He expressed his displeasure that my roommate already had a child who had taken the college entrance exam, and his son was the same age as mine, only a few months older.